For a minute my adventurers sat on the beach watching the sunlight glinting off the waves and enjoyed their victory. Injured but alive, Stingtail thanked us for saving his life and we parted ways. Stingtail awoke from his slumber and dived into the fray, it took the combined efforts of my entire party to bring down this Shadow assassin. A volley of magical attacked hit the would be assassin on his flank and he reeled, his magical armor had taken the brunt of the damage: we were in for a hard fight. I knew this was my one chance to intervene and didn't consider the huge difference in skills levels. Then out of the trees, the assassin emerged, heading for his mark. Could I warn him? The chance was enough and ran for the beach, hastened by a spell from my enchanter.Īrriving at the beach we saw Stingtail, sleeping peacefully at his camp and unharmed. We had saved someone and in doing so secured a route out of this prison however, my mind cast back to Stingtail on that beach. I liked Stingtail and hated the fact my quest to save one soul had led to the death of another: I reluctantly gave Griff his name and he released the half dead Elf as agreed. It had turned out Stingtail was, in fact, the thief and we persuaded him to give us the oranges (stuffed with drugs) to defuse the situation with Griff and free the elf. I had remembered speaking to a lizard on the beach so we had headed back that way. One of my party members had the ability to speak to animals and this rat had mentioned a lizard that smelled of oranges. For a brief second, I mused how this quest had started with the need to free one of my fellow kin and stumbling across a rat with a good sense of smell. However, like any good leader knows, sometimes you need to see the bigger picture. My party members all urged me to hold my ground and keep Stingtail’s identity secret, because telling Griff would be tantamount to murder. The deal with Griff (the boss on this prison island for magical folks) was to release the elf from his cage in exchange for us locating his stolen goods, but he never said anything about exposing the thief. I was suddenly aware that we were surrounded and a fight would almost certainly end in obliteration.
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