Alone in the dark
I-Da-Dak transforms into a flying beast and leaves with his cat. He says nothing to us. Iyum Kreshton wants to head back to camp, but I’m tired of the constant back and forth. I decide to stay and hold down the fort.
In the night, I stand watch at the caves’ mouth. I look up at the stars and wonder at the change in their alignment. The constellations have changed slightly since my time with the Azlanti army. The commander was a great admirer of the heavens and watched them closely for omens. As I gaze in wonder, I am beset by a quartet of Serpentfolk. Their ambush is well-timed, happening upon me while alone. I wonder if I should lead them into the cave where I can fight them in close quarters. However, blood lust gets the better of me and I charge headlong into battle with them. Two of them move into flanking positions while the third stays in the second ranks to support. The fourth remains hidden in the brush, and fires at me from the darkness. I dispatch two of them in a stand-up fight. I run down and kill the third in the undergrowth. The fourth serpent flees, but its’ escape is planned. While I was fighting the first three, I was attempting to exercise enough restraint to take one captive. I need to know where they are coming from. It turns out my restraint was not well matched against my vengeance. I massacred the first three and decide to avoid engaging the fourth unless it engages me first. With the fourth serpent opting to flat out run, it is careless and does not hide its’ tracks well. Vengeance will be coming for him.
My flighty companions return
As promised, I remain at the caves’ entrance until Iyum Kreshton returns. He has I-Da-Dak with him and they seem to have regained their courage. I relate my story of the serpentfolk ambush, but they seem unconvinced. I produce the evidence; three fresh bodies for them to examine. They rifle through the possessions of the deceased serpentfolk and find some interesting treasures, but nothing that reveals their point of origin. I tell them of the fourth that escaped and suggest we track its’ hasty path through the damp undergrowth. My companions agree and we set off in slow pursuit.
We venture for half a day through the jungle until we stumble upon a clearing. There is a cliff face with a door inset and a seemingly abandoned campground near its’ entrance. My keen senses alert me to the serpentfolk therein. I spring forward to attack. The battle is fierce and confused. I am immediately set upon by a cadre of serpentfolk. There casters sling curses at me, but I brush them aside with the war cry of the Azlanti. My frail companions are slow to engage and seem to be rebuffed quite easily. I-Da-Dak calls a great beast to fight for him, but quickly loses control of it. It swings wildly into the milieu and nearly hits me several times. Iyum Kreshton calls for the gatekeeper to restrain the beast, but does not wait for the result. Afraid of the great clash of battle, Iyum Kreshton flees at top speed into the jungle. I-Da-Dak dithers, but this is what I live for. Trained by the very best, I once again gain the upper hand over the Great Enemy and slaughter them. I hope the spirit of the Commander smiles this day.