The road to the Elven Library

MMFB rests up in Winterknell Isle before heading South through the Granite Pass then out West out of Craventown. They bump into a river then follow it South towards Adona.

We continued south on our journey to the realm of the Elves with the not red wizard as our prisoner. It was getting dark and we needed a place to stay but all the available rooms in the nearby inns were taken but at the last inn we visited we could get a room if we carried out a favor for the owner of the inn. There was an Elf and Human that left before paying their bill our job was to go collect the cash, how hard could it be? We encountered 3 Elves in the woods while looking for the Elf and human. Ash and I hid in the woods while Faral, Mark and Vrakbor talked to them. It became clear that these elves were in league with the Elf and Human and a fight ensured. During the fight one elf turned tail and fled Ash and I not yet spotted by the elves chased him through the woods while Faral, Vrakbor and Mark took care of the other two elves when Ash and I reached the cabin it was locked. Ash stepped aside to let me break down the door and we charged in to see the human that owed the money to the inn keeper. Ash charged her instantly while I stayed back and fired my crossbow at her. Then the elves came out the door on the other side of the cabin and began kicking me in the corner while the human which was apparently a wizard downs Ash with one spell, we really should stop separating from our healers it never works out Ash and I. We are allowed an opportunity to flee. Which I gladly accept as I drag Ash back through the woods we finally meet the rest of or party, we decided the inn wasn’t worth it and just to camp out but we are going to get revenge on that witch. All of us together which in retrospect should have been what we did in the first place but that doesn’t matter now all that matters is she is going down.

After the adrenaline settles down they decide they need to get to the Elven Library. So they will ignore the female caster, for now.

Is Red Robes the Red Wizard?

After the MMFB group has finished off the Gnome Arcanist and his Fire Beetles they interrogated him, but he knew very little. All he could tell them was that he worked for someone called Red Robes. He doesn’t really know where he lives since Red Robes pops in and out of his dungeon magically. The Gnome and his minions have been attacking any groups that travel the Granite Pass. They take whatever they can and it all goes to the Red Robes. For their service they receive a small amount of gold and are left alive.

Upon returning to the relay the problem critters in Granite Pass have been vanquished MMFB attempts to get more information from the old man at the bar. They retreat to a private corner where he relays his story after a bit of coaxing. I am Amnon, I was once part of an adventuring group called SMITE however those days are long past now. Amnon has aged beyond that of a normal Tiefling. Perhaps it is part of his curse for not dying on the battlefield with his companions. Amon goes on to explain.

The Red Wizard slaughtered a simple family of travelers right in front of my house. He killed the travelers, as a farmer would slaughter livestock. No remorse, no compassion, simply slain and the bodies looted for a mere 2 silver, and 4 copper.
Upon hearing the slaughter my father came running out of the barn with training axe and shield sill in his hands. It only took him a moment to realize what was going on and lust for battle and his rage overtook him. He ran into the first squad of 5 minions dispatching them all before the last one had a chance to draw his sword. As he turned to the Red Wizard and took a defensive stance he said “Leave my land, and no more will die!”
The Red Wizard makes his way to the front line of minions, as he does, my mother runs out the front door having hear the small battle that has started. The Red Wizard’s eyes twitch to her for just a moment then go back to my father. The Red Wizard raised his arms, holding a staff in his right hand. Amnon’s father assumed he was going to surrender, apologize or even threaten him in return, this was not the case. After a long moment the Red Wizard opened his mouth to speak and a fraction of a second later Amnon’s father realized it was not a surrender, rather he was casting a spell. He leaped forward with the Red Wizard only a few feet away he figured he could make it to him before he finished. He was wrong. There is no accurate way to describe what happened next. A huge wave of this pungent reddish-green liquid sprang up from the ground starting at the wizards feet and moved forward engulfing Amnon’s father and moments later killing his mother and eroding a large portion of his house such that all that was left was a couple of courses of stone on the southernmost wall. All manner of living things the wall passed through died, no plants, animals, no anything survived, it even scorched the ground.
I ran to the edge of the forest when he heard the battle between the minions and the travelers, and it was there that I witnessed the exchange between my father and the minions and finally the Red Wizard killing both of my parents. I froze for a few moments until the reality of what had happened sunk in and my anger built up inside conjuring my first real another spell, one that came from the darkest reaches of his mind, one he had read, but never performed. Rivulets of clinging liquid fire shot out and cascaded over the squadrons of minions between him and Red Wizard. Those that died instantly were the lucky ones, others had their flesh melted off of them, taking them only seconds longer to meet the same fate. As the fire wave made its way to the Red Wizard he turned only slightly, and with little concern he threw up a single hand and a shield of arcane energy formed, as the flames smash into the shield they dissipate.

I fell to my knees totally drained from the spell I had just conjured, barely holding onto consciousness I heard him say ”Some day youngling, you may be a worthy mage.” That is the last thing I remember. Next my uncle was shaking me awake. I spent the rest of my time training with him. I still don’t know why he let me live.

After Amnon comes comes back to the present from reliving the horror of this encounter he continues.

From what I know the Red Wizard was recruiting all manner of creatures when I encountered him as a child. Those creatures which he cannot control with fear or gold he takes over their minds. If they resist or if he even feels they would threaten him, he eliminates them. Last I heard was the Red Wizard made a long several year traversal of all of the lands and was headed south from here. However I doubt he would have settled in Elven lands so I assume he went east. Likely he created a stronghold past the Dragonborn Plains and outside of Dwarf or Humans reach.

I never learned of any weaknesses of the Red Wizard in all my years, but Jalis’s grandson Dagnar the Wise, the oldest Dwarf Elder might have some knowledge if anyone does.
However if you do not trust Dwarves or do not have enough gold to make them listen to you may try to get information at the Elven Library.
If you are foolhardy enough you could go through the Northern Pass which would put you into Troll territory, however if you are sly enough and lucky enough you may be able to make it to the Dragonborn territory with all your limbs.

After much discussion and more questions from MMFB for Amnon about the lands and their options, the group has chosen to go to the Elven Library. They travel south through Granite Pass to Craventown and stay at an Inn there before heading to the Elven Library.

Amnon gives him directions as best he can since he has never been there personally.

The Elven Library is in the Elven Capital City Velikana. Which is pretty much directly south of Craventown, but still a couple day’s ride. The easiest way to get there is to go west a about a ½ day’s walk and when you hit the river follow it south to the town of Adona. Adona is a very very small town. Then you can follow the road south through Pintey then follow the road still further south to the capital. Pintey is on the edge of the Elven territory which also serves as an outpost.

It begins...

The M.M.F.B adventures meet up in the only tavern in Winterknell Isle a small town at the southern entrance of the Granite Pass. Only the bartender, the adventurers and a single old patron nursing his stein of ale are in the tavern. As the adventurers are boasting of their previous adventures the old patron scoffs a few times. At first the adventurers keep on talking, ignoring the outbursts of an old man. After a few more steins of ale the old patron says “You have seen nothing until you have battled a dragon…or…worse yet trebuchets…” his words fade off like he is reliving some horror. The patron has yet to remove his hood or show his face to any of the adventurers.

As the brave adventures of the Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch (MMFB) began today don’t know how that name got through really but lets roll with it. It began at a tavern on a cold cold mountain like really cold like I had a turtleneck on my tail “don’t judge me Mark I can hear you laughing!” we’ll continuing on. We had the place to ourselves it was pretty cool it was me (Hermes), Mark the Extremely Pale he’s a Halfling not the normal short kind, he’s part giraffe I don’t know how that happened. I don’t question it either, because he’s good at what he does. There is also Vrakbor the Dragonborn, he is kinda a big dude 10 feet tall and 666 pounds, it is a little cramped sitting next to him, but i am not telling him to move. Next to him is Faral she’s an Eladrin she can teleport and such, which in my profession would be very useful I’m a thief to put it nicely. There was one other guy besides the bartender a golden oldie kinda creepy looks. Vrakbor was bragging about something or another and this guy called us out on it, calling us not real adventurers while me Mark and Vrakbor were decideding how to rob/kill the old man Faral asked him what he meant. He stated that your not a real adventurer until you fight a dragon she asked him if there were any nearby to fight he said he would tell but first we must buy a scarf it looked really warm. I had already tried to steal it (I can’t help myself) when the bartender threw a glass at my head what a jerk. Well I don’t have any coins so Faral buys the scarf and gives it to me it smells like a dying bird and I give it back to her immediately. The old man states he’s been having trouble with his wool business he’s been being ambushed at a nearby valley. I didn’t see what this had to do with dragons but we took it anyway even if the cheapskate wouldn’t fork out some cash for the deal. Well admittedly its our first time in a while adventuring together and we had a rough start there was a cobalt slinger and two orcs guarding the very obvious cave so we took em on head on and kinda sucked a little it took some doing but me and Faral took down the slinger while Mark and Vrakbor dealt with the orcs. They had no gold at all I feel was a little mean but the gods have their way eh? (Don’t know why I’m talking to a book), so we continue onward a little less confident and a little more hurt when we enter the cave I try talking to the moss but there was none. Why do bad guys keep there lairs so clean anyway when we entered we saw a power hungry goblin and while on his own that isn’t a problem but he had a lot of underlings. Vrakbor led the charge and (tried) to blast the to smithereens with his much over-talked “breath of the dragons” it did little but it did something. I missed my crossbow shot aiming around the 600 pound dragon yeah my fault there. Anyway Faral really saved us by teleporting in and knocking them all out this was our opportunity it was a blood bath (on both sides) even Mark whacked some people with his stick (to death of course). I’m also pretty sure Vrakbor sat on someone but he denies it and I’m not gonna argue I personally took on the head honcho bad idea number one of the day guy could take a hit and dish em out to it still stings. Mark healed me up and I thought I was fine then he called in 5 more guys that surrounded me well that wasn’t so smooth but it kinda worked out. Vrakbar kinda stepped on the little bugger while me and Faral took out the rest while Mark kept us in top shape. We had to tend to our wounds before continuing and at the time of this passage we are still in the first section but this will be a grand adventure with loot and plenty a great story I can’t wait for it to continue.

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