Encounter at Lizard Cove
I would like to introduce you to Butch, resident of our fair Holy Realm, and official Fellow of the Purple Staff. He is, by all means, a good-natured half-orc. Eager to show his courage and will, not to mention his strength. He is also rather direct. I guess it is part of his orcish nature, but it surprises people. I think Thomila was somewhat flabbergasted when he barged in, wounded and bloody, sewing needle in one hand, a line of rough thread in the other. Multiple, serious, wounds littered his body, ugly stitching revealed attempts at mending but to little avail. He even refused the healing touch Springcross’ maiden, proclaiming he would only be healed by the one he loved, and just so it was, she was in trouble…
You see, Butch was in love. Whether this love was mutual, I do not know. In all fairness, I guess it matters little to Butch. Regardless, the recipient his love (of whom I cannot remember the name for the life of me right now), a fair lady with striking red hair, was recently taken by an evil lurking close to Springcross. Taken by what appeared to be an intelligent lizard, capable of mind control. Or so Butch claimed. I have learned to take Butch words with a fair grain of salt, but I could not deny his seeming urgence. He would not come to us for aid if it was not serious, meaning he was not able to deal with it on his own.
Swiftly we prepared for whatever we may encounter, like we always do. Butch lead on, his powerful stride urging us on for most of the day. Eventually we ended up at a cavern entrance, through which only just the corpses of a few lizards were visible. The dried-up blood on Butch gave an indication of their demise. With reluctance Butch told us he attempted to enter alone, but was quickly forced to run to save his skin. As if understanding the danger as one, our swords unsheathed and bows were drawn. We enter, ready to face anything in our path, as the Vigilant One will guide and protect us.
…To be continued