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Minions
Minion Stats for Dusk the Imp
Minion Stats for Accursed Specter
HISTORY
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Dappled sunlight danced across their young inquisitive faces.
The two boys didn't dare breathe in case their prey heard them - spooking the only interesting thing to happen in this sleepy roadside town.
They clung to the branch high up in the tall oak which stood beside the trade road - the town's raison d'etre. To call this collection of huts and shacks a town was a kindness - its only redeeming feature a tavern. And sitting at a table on the covered porch of the tavern was the stranger that had captured the attention of the boys precariously perched in the tree.
The stranger was obviously a half-elf - his pointy ears peeking out from a shock of dark hair that framed his human looking face. As the stranger shifted in his seat his scale mail creaked and the longsword sheathed at his waist scrapped across the wooden boards of the porch. He appeared to be oblivious to the attention of the two boys or of the two goblin adventurers loitering near the tavern. The goblins were clearly in the mood for some shenanigans as they approached the half-elf. They stopped five feet away and started to animatedly speak to him. The boys couldn't hear what was said, but it was clear the goblins were calling out the half-elf - clubs clutched in their knobby hands.
The chair clattered to the floor of the porch as the half-elf lunged towards the goblins, the longsword leading the way. He uttered some magically sounding gibberish just before his sword made contact with the first goblin's skull - splitting it like a ripe melon. As the goblin fell dead, a spit of green flame leapt from the sword and struck the second goblin. That goblin yelped in pain and surprise and swung wildly at the stranger - his club glancing harmlessly off the scale mail. The longsword burst through the goblin's back - dropping him to the dusty ground.
The boys stared gobsmacked - their mouths agape.
The half-elf calmly wiped his sword clean on the tunic of the first goblin - flies already buzzing over the corpse. He cut a coin purse from the waist of the second goblin and emptied it into his gloved hand. A measly 4 coppers. He grunted and suddenly looked at the boys - as if seeing them for the first time. He flipped the 4 coppers to the boys and in their haste to catch their new treasure, they both tumbled out of the tree.
When the boys had regained some of their composure, they noticed that the stranger was already a few hundred yards down the road, whistling absentmindedly to himself.
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It was time to make his way to a bigger town or village - as his search for more information about the Shadowfell - the realm of his otherworldly patron - had not been fruitful in these small roadside towns. Maybe he will have better luck in a bigger town - or at least find something to help distract him from the blandness of life.
Prologue
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Chapter 21
Corwyn used his new pact powers to bind the spirit of an Acolyte of the Bloodmoon Cult to his service as an Accursed Specter for the next twenty-four hours.
Chapter 23
Obsidiana really wanted to wear those flashy Boots of Speed, but had to unattune to the Wand of Lightning to do so.
Obsidiana loaned the Wand of Lightning to Corwyn for his imp familiar, Dusk II, to use.
Dusk II was practically drooling as he attuned to the Wand of Lightning, stroking the Wand of Lightning as he felt the power now under his total and absolute control.
Dusk II's impish grin as he blasted lightning bolts at his foes with fiendish delight suggests Obsidiana might not get her wand back... ever.
Chapter 24
Obsidiana borrowed 500 gp from both Corwyn and Deikenran to have enough funds (5,000 gp) to donate to the Royal Coffers for the privilage of reading the Tome of Leadership and Influence.
Corwyn got an orc spectre from the bandits that attacked them, but it vanished at dawn.
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