Our destination has changed again! Once we awoke this morning, we found a serious lack of Bach…..he appeared to have disappeared into the night while most of us were asleep.As a result, the party resolved to tracking him, my master and his deer getting right on the case. We found footprints and fallowed them north-east, where they stopped at the side of a road. After some initial investigation, we concluded that Bach had caught a ride on one of the frequent traders along this road, and we we resigned to fallow him, albeit slower on foot.
However, not half a day passed on our journey that we found the body of a mage lining on the side of the road. The man was clearly alive, as we quickly established with breathing and a pulse, but comatose. After more investigation, a symbol was found on his ring and blade.., a foreboding looking symbol….a skull with two gemstones for eyes. Simple magical healing seamed to have no effect on him, and so…with some medical knowledge, Born was able to establish that he had been reduced to a stupor due to Intelligence drain. Immediately, My master cast the best of his mental restoration upon the man…. witch awakened him…but brought about an naturalistic bestial wrath, as he drew his blade. The mans’s hands were then bound, and strapped to the deer. We took him with us, hoping to find a cure for his madness.
A few hours later…we were in luck…as we happened upon a small trading post, owned by an elf of Caeltyr. Money and words were exchanged in a civilized manner…untill my master brought our insane captive inside the shop proper. Varken negotiated a deal for a powerful restoration potion, and it was fed to the man like a baby bottle. Aided by the powerful magic, he regained his scenes.
Once untied, he thanked us for our efforts, but initially rebuffed our attempts to find out anything surrounding his odd situation. After some verbal poking, he gave up some information:
1. He revealed his name to be Du-Wen Dragonfriend, remarking that he was not proud of his name.
2. He admitted that he was fighting dragons, but he did not say why, only remarking “That what I am doing is maintaining the status quo for you (Points at Varken) and all like you.”
3. He admitted that the reason he was still alive, was either due to a spell mishap, or a cruel foe in the Astral Plane.
He seamed eager to leave once we were done prodding.
We spend the night outside the trading post, so in as to buy ourselfs a ride for the next morning. Sadly, we had little left to barter with, however, the shopkeeper was nice enough to negotiate a deal whiten our price range for a odd “Method” of transport. A short half hour later, we had a standard market cart, hitched up to not stallions, but mules. A half dozen of them. Dispite the ridiculous look of our cart, it, to some surprise, did the job. We set out to catch up to Bach.
It was a little over a week later till we caught sight of him. A hay truck, parked in the miening town of Pitchfield, with a poorly hidden giant in the back….we spotted him over half a mile away. Words were exchanged, and we discovered he had left to fulfill his magical Geas, dispite still suffering his addiction. When Bach’s driver came out and told the party he was leaving, the party decided to accompany Bach to caerltyr, due to there proximity to the great city.
However, there was one more roadbump.
We stopped at a tavern to eat, sleep and drink for the night, but we appeared to crash a sort of duel between orcish mages of Dorth Kell, and Elven mages of Caeltyr, lead by a Magus. My master watched from the window Bach drew his blades and steped to the edge of the ring. Varken and Born moved in to break up the fight. The leader was a haunghy man, confident in his spells and abailties, and challenged Bach to a duel. However, when Born blessed the entire party, the rest of the combatants took that as an disruption of the rules, and all hell broke lose. The Orcish mages tried to assist Bach…but they were cut down by Kern’s arrows…believing them to be enemies. Sleeping gas, Arrows, magic missile, and spear flew through the air, causing all sorts of damage, but the Magus went down with a blast of energy from Varken, cursing him “In the name of my lord Caelthalsur!”