Well Osgood, it seems my cowardice is still fully in tact. I let the party talk me out of facing off the Marquis with or without them. That is all I will say about that.
We left Shadowmount, headed toward Waymeet, and then on to home. As we were camping one night we were visited by the fabled crow man. A ghastly figure who appreared to Feydor and looked at Bajol's armor informing us that Bajol was wearing his brother's armor, and that it was too late for him to get in the game. Oh, and that he used to be divine. There was that.
So, apparently there is some cosmic game that we are in the middle of. We need more information on these figures, and what they were in the first world. Because I have a feeling they lost that status in the second world, and are trying to regain it. That would be bad. Also, if we are going to get drafted to fight for a player in this . . . whatever the hell it is, I'd like to know all of the teams.
To that end, we went back to Shadowmount looking for Ellicor. He was gone buying trip. We then stopped in to talk to Ellard, who referred to Ellicor as the Betrayer, and then basically kicked us out of his shop when we pressed for more information.
We thought about getting a room only to find that the Marquis was on his way to pay the town a visit (of course he was), and we fled in the night. We then got ambushed by a group of redcaps, and a tainted one who looked like a smoke monster of some sort. It was a tough fight, but we made it through. Curious thing; they knew about what we had done to redcaps in the Firnokt. Something else to look in to.
We are in Waymeet now, and Marcus, upon hearing of our adventures, asked us to escort him to see a Dwarven Sage in a city to the south. I know it is keeping me from my ultimate destination, but how often does one get to talk with a sage in these parts. I will keep you posted. Until next time.
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