Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Iron Rations Part VIII

In the back alleys of a city called Haldane, Devon and his companions searched for a renegade cleric named Gareth. Gareth claimed to be the loyal servant of a forgotten demigod of the crows, a god called M’kai. Gareth preached that the crow god was furious because he had been forsaken by his followers and was committed to reclaiming the skies. Gareth warned that any who failed to worship M’kai would have their eyes torn from their sockets.

     Devon and his friends had been hired by city officials to track Gareth down after attempts to do so by the watch had failed. When they finally encountered Gareth in an abandoned warehouse, he was naked save for a robe of feathers. Filthy and crazed, Gareth began calling to his god for aid as dozens of crows flapped their wings and cawed loudly.

     At the top of his lungs Gareth screeched, “Do you think you can harm me? Fools! I serve M’kai the sky god and he will tear your flesh to ribbons!”

     Abel Artone nervously drew his sword, scarcely able to comprehend the sight before him.

     “Seriously, Devon. This guy is freaking nuts.”

     As he fumbled for an arrow , Devon replied, “I know, Abel. How about we let Aithne take him?”

     “Agreed.” said Abel. “I don’t want to tangle with this guy. Not even a little.”

     With that said, Abel and Devon backed away, dragging the speechless Apris with them. Aithne simply shook her head at her friends’ reaction, then stepped forward to ready a spell.

Gareth, Level 3 Cleric; Alignment: Chaotic; AC: 10; Hit Dice: 2; Hit Points: 12; Attacks: dagger (1d4) Move: 120’;  Languages: Common;

Abilities: Str 11, Int 11, Wis 14 (+1 on magic-based saving throws), Dex 13 (+1 to hit with missile weapons, -1 AC bonus, +1 initiative bonus), Con 11, Ch 10;  

Spells: Cure Light Wounds, Cause Light Wounds;
Possessions: 10 gp, 20 sp tucked under a pile of crow feathers.

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