People have asked how I can be a killer. I reply that I am not – I am an Assassin, a contracted means to fix a problem. The guild has always been fair with me, and saved me from a life much worse then my other realistic options. They also taught me not only to observe the contract in letter but also in spirit, otherwise we are no better then the Lowers, but don’t be doing stuff for free just for the greater good – that’s just for the irresponsible Uppers. No, do things by the book and be fair to the contractor. A paladin might turn on you in the name of his oath, but an Assassin never breaks her contract.
At least that’s what I tried to explain to those hicks. Even the priest of Obee didn’t seem to get it. I have a written contract (retainer in this case) with Freya. But they don’t seem to understand how the world really works. Just because I am not like them doesn’t mean I will kill them. Ah well, they are handy in a fight and haven’t betrayed me (…well, one did, but I never trusted him).
So there’s this priest of Obee (Big man that insisted to wrestle me. Very odd. Forget his name), a paladin (Sir Ernie of Theyr, I think. A typical paladin. Eventually was reasonable though.), an effeminate, backstabbing wizard (Corrian), the useful wizard (Z. Efficient name, I like that), and a ranger (Solstice I think. Also talented and useful.). The priestess at the local church of Freya directed me to work with these folks to deal with the local menace that torched their church. Apparently, they (this group excluding the horrid Corrian, not the torchers) had hunted down the torchers to thier lair in a castle, and dealt with most of them, but lost one of their members and needed support. And this time, that support is called Salash.
On the way we meet this “Corrian” that stated that the group had a necklace that he stole from a friend of a friend (I think?) and that fellow wanted to be come a lich, and he also was in the castle. I doubted it – I don’t know many things about the undead, but I do know that liches are strong, and powerful. This untrustworthy fool that’s telling us this can only cast 1 spell – if this is his collegue….well, Ancient Dragons and goblin infants don’t hang out together. That’s all I have to say about that.
So we get to this run down castle, and the paladin recommends I dip my short sword in this goop above me, as its a good poison. Doing so, some drops on my head and the priest burns it off. Sigh – embarrassing.
The ranger notices that large humanoid footsteps lead to a tower. We decide to check out the tower opposite 1st. I convince Ernie to go down 1st…..he reports the 2nd floor is rotted, and the 1st floor steps are covered in cobwebs. Large. I yell at him to toss his torch in, and he does – and the fire spreads like syphilis on the docks. We retreat off the tower, and we can hear chattering and pops – ever burnt a bug as a kid? Yea that smell. Smells like efficiency.
We go the the top of the next tower, and this lumbering ogre comes out. The prient burns him, I stab him, the ranger and the pally hurt it, Z help, and Corrian the weasel wets his pantaloons. Down we go.
2nd floor – nothing notable.
1st floor – nothing notable, except a trap door under a carpet.
1st under-trap door. Dark! and Skeletons. Ah, not a problem. We all help in the fight, except the useless Corrian. You could almost smell his ineptitude, if it wasn’t for his emptied bowels into his cloak. And there’s a door that won’t open….except Corrian the corrupt uses the necklace that my co-party members found (…that Corrian the despicable STOLE from a friend, apparently) to open the door. Ernie points out that even if Corrian the cowardly wasn’t here, they would have tried that eventually. I agree with my oath-bound party member. In this room there’s a door and a trap door. Through the door a bed and – a spellbook! One that could contain the means to be a lich, and/or information on those that attacked the church of Freya! I grab it and Corrian the untrustable whines like an infant, and tries to cast a spell on me.
Got that? He tried to cast a spell on me. A fellow party member. He’s lucky I didn’t fillet him where he cowered in his filthy robe.
Ignoring him, we open the last trap door.
2nd under-trap door. Darker then dark! and no ways down. I and the priest agree to hold the rope as the rest descend. There’s a body on an altar, with some items. And then we hear screaming, and Ernie mentions something about a shadow. The priest brings out his holy symbol and forces the shadow down, as Solstice, Z, and Ernie eventually destroy it. I know thjat I would be unuseful in the fight, so I stay holding onto the rope, above. They banish it, collect much treasure, and we all return to the Church of Freya. Corrian the inept chicken leaves us, and we drink to his eventual self-inflicted horrid painful death. Hopefully.