Blackened Forest,
May 26th 1066.
Dalin hacks the creature from the shoulder of the ranger then spins around, whirling blades in each hand to decapitate swooping bats as they sense blood and dive in the dark. The vampiric menace though are kamikaze in their blood must and two get chopped by the dwarf and two more impaled on the end of braced spears, held by
Clive & Hunnicot.
The flock have bitten more than they can chew and fly off in disarray.
Horns in the wood and pin pricks of torchlight confirm the Bugbears relentlessly follow. You wonder if the displacer beast scents your passage. You press on downstream, the terrain is rough and rugged and it takes it out of the trio. Bleeding and hurt,
Dalin and
Hunnicot begin to lag.
It is a couple of hours to dawn, and those pre sunrise hours are often referred to as the darkest. Seeking a refuge, you stumble along the stream and across a shale patch towards some boulders that look as though they might offer a place to shelter, hide, keep warm. A large cave mouth invites entry and as rain adds to the discomfort,
Hunnicot strikes a firebrand gesturing for you to tentatively follow behind.
The cave has a well worn entrance and after a few yards opens to a low cavern with several ledges and small patches of burned earth where campfires once burned. Remnants of cooking utensils are scattered about. A frame on one side has small dried fish dangling from several strings and some jugged hare. Clearly you have wandered into a used cave and the inhabitants are soon roused by the intruders and the bright torch.
Sleeping on the ledges, huddled under thin blankets for warmth are several hoary humanoids. To your dismay they are bugbear too but unlike those in
Bhaz'rad Dur , these show no sign of rude health. Instead, mottled faces, disfigured by disease stare from hollow eyes at you. Many have limbs that end in half stub fingers and toes, many miss ears, eyes, noses that have worn.
"Lepers." says
Hunnicot.
A few of them rise from the ledges, reaching for a rock or implement to defend themselves. Others look to scramble to higher ledges out of reach. The group are as dispirited in mind as they are afflicted in body. A brave group shuffle towards you but not threateningly.
"I know this one. And him." a leper points out the druid and ranger. Looking at
Dalin.
"Him I do not know, but he looks as we do.
They bleed and are injured. Refugees as us." he says to the gathering. Then he gestured to the cavern.
"We have little to offer but can share what we have, please make you bed among us."
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