Fate

Session 4

The Cave

Alton T'sarran wandered the halls of the filthy goblin compound. What a pitiful task. Handling the Goblins and their winnings from the raid. Working with the filthy creatures, as well as orcs and worst of all those vile deep gnomes. But it had to be done; the plan had worked this far. Only a few more hours and they will be safely on their way back to the massive web of the spider queen. But a few more hours is all they had. Because they were coming. 

Whip! Faster your filthy gnomes! dig faster!

Weeks they've spend in this nasty hovel. Weeks they have waited to steal from that wretched human town. Gathered all the goblin tribes in the area, and coordinated that awful raid.  But as pitiful as it was, they got what they needed. Oh how it was all worth it.  

As Alton looked down at the beautiful wand, memorized by its potential power, he realized in that instant that he would not be the only one hearing it's call. They were coming. They want to take it. And how he knew he wouldn't even get to use it. That some priestess would likely take it from him and shove him to the ground. But if only he could use it once. Even if it meant his own doom.

Yes. just once. If he ever found himself in the last seconds of life. He would use the wand to its fullest, and feel its power. 

Because like most of his drow kin, that's all Alton would hope for in life; Power. Even if only for an instant. To feel as the spider queen does; all powerful and in control.

 

A crackle of thunder broke his gaze on the magnificent wand. From just a room away. Are they here? already? none of the preperations have been made! How are we to escape? He clasped the wand to his belt and took his belongings. Leaving this room and heading to the mining room, to the tunnel. The only excape. The worried look on his brothers told him all he needed to know. The gnomes were not going to dig us out in time. We would have to fight here. 

MAX!!!! 

The roar broke the silence between the Drow. Russel Caine burst into the room. Looking at his helpless Dog. 

The drow burst into laughter. Thinking they were near their death, smiles widened and laughter burst when they saw their suspicions was only an escaped prisoner. Pointing a dagger at the ranger's dog got the rise out of him they needed. Easing the tension and even bringing the merciless drow cruel pleasure.

Then Behind the angered Russel Caine, A blacksmith turned into a Dire Wolf, and fear returned to the Drow.

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