Finally I have arrived at Ithki! I can not wait to see the Moon Lich! It was not an easy journey but I have arrived alive unlike our escort soldiers. Things were going fine. The caravan was small, with a few unnoteable people. We had both Ithki and Greenland guards. We were half a day’s journey from the city and camped for the night. We were to break at dawn and travel to the city. It was not until the hot sun was in my face did I stir. Has someone forgot to wake up. The Greenland guards were busy packing up rather quickly. A dwarf barbarian went to check on the Ithki guards to ask why our journey was delayed. The sight was shocking. The guards were not there. Blood soaked their bedrolls. Those damn Greenland guards were no help. They were in a hurry to get off.
The human caster realized the guards were packing something magical. Must have been bad, the men refused to show it. I was packing my things, watching the caster try to hand motion and talk his way to investigate. Rather nosy. After some tense moments the moment I was waiting for happened. a man drew his sword. A brute barbarian came to assist. When a barbarian gets involved words turn to blows. Yes, just had I guessed. It wasn’t long before the three guards pulled out their weapons. That was not fair! I had to step in. One got away and headed towards the city, but the other two we took down. Once the men were down the man, Haslo I think he said his name was, inspected the bags and found an amulet.
After some searching we found the bodies. They each had a slit in the throat. No wonder they could not scream.
Hoisting the dead bodies on the horses, we carried onwards to the city. Such an odd site to see! A dome covered the entire city! Imagine all the people inside, cut off from the outside
like that. The morning was forgotten as the sense of awe overwhelmed us. We had finally managed to obtain a ticket seller when the brute next to me asked bout having the honor of destroying the Lich. It as by that time the dead bodies with us were noticed. After a discussion and the returning of an amulet, we were received with open arms and taken to a classy inn. The Captain did not escort us, but the men who did was nice.
The city was extravagent, yet the absence of nature did not sit well with me. The gears spun and it was confusing. I had to close my eyes on the gear that took us up to the top. Dwarves were not made to fly! Once there we were taken to the Golden Falcon inn. Much beer and fun was to be had. The beds were comfortable. No soon than I had fallen asleep when Balthezer rudely woken me to meet with some high paladin. Apperently the ’meet me after the Lich burning" could not wait until morning.
The next few days I spent wandering around the market place (with the help of a guide of course). I did not find what I was looking for. But no matter for now, the Burning of the Lich was close.
The ritual itself was packed in a church. Once the clock hit midnight the Lich appeared on a stage. He had just raised his hand to moved to take a step when a beam of light engulfed him and he was confirmed to his hellish stone for another month. If the Lich wasn’t so evil I would feel bad for him.
After the church had cleared and the king and heirs were gone the high paladin met up with this. He informed us that they may have destroyed the Lich for good. The possible answer laid in the mines of Mordis, where strange stone lay. Haslo and Balthezer agreed to go and I decided to follow. Two men alone, handling something like this? They were men, and men had a habit of, well, being men. A woman was needed to make sure they did stick to the task.
Then a slender figure appeared. We had not seen him remain with us. Why was a butler with a high paladin? It wasn’t until the paladin address him that we realized the servant was the prince in disguise. Quite clever if you ask me.
We were give a few days until things were in order for travel. After a brillant idea that we were mine inspectors to not raise alarm and papers and a elf cleric were sent to us, we were off to Mordis.
The week was uneventful, and soon we came to the little mining village. Yet something was not right here. You can feel the despair and it seemed almost like a ghost town. There were green crater on the ground and the people seemed to be frightened. Haslo managed to ask around and found someone willing to share information. 250 men had gone up for a shift in the mines, mayor included, but none had come down when the shift was over. Then the things with the glowing green eyes the stole supply crated and took people away. Creepy. Since we were on the way to inspect the mines, we offered our services and headed up to the mountain.