Season 1-Episode 2: Meeting Friends Isn’t Easy
When the stranger was out of earshot Grom told Spud and Shaft of his plan to find a local hedge wizard in order to find out what this mystery scroll really was. Shaft and Grom suggested a mutual friend, but Spud knew of someone much closer who had conducted business with Fairweather in the past.
The three of them set off to find this hedge wizard and eventually found a clearing with a fire pit, and a small table. After searching the area they found wood with a faint aura of magic. The wood burned different colors and eventually summoned the wizard.
But the wizard didn’t come alone. Shaft heard the footsteps in the woods as Grom and the wizard started talking. The wizard stared at the scroll with greed in his eyes yet said it was near worthless. When Grom reached for the scroll one of the wizard’s compatriots stepped into the clearing. Bellock, the halfling bard, walked to the wizard with an attempt to neutralize the situation. However, when he saw his words were useless he attempted to cast a spell. The adventurers could see this only as a hostile act and quickly jumped to defend themselves.
In a single swift slice of his fauchard, Spud nearly dropped the halfling to the ground. As he stood there staggered, Shaft unleashed an arrow that struck the halfling and took him off his feet. Four more men stepped out of the woods to defend their benefactors. The wizard eventually dropped, but not before Spud took enough of a beating to take him out of the fight too. Grom and Shaft took out two more of the men while the remaining two fled.
After getting Spud back to his feet, the party tracked the fleeing bandits to an abandoned cabin in the woods. Upon inspection they realized that no one was inside. What they did see was a trap door to the basement. But the basement was empty as well. Much to Grom’s disbelief, there was a poorly hidden passage in the floor that led to a tunnel that wreaked of chlorine.
Eventually the tunnel opened up into a gigantic cavern. Daylight was peering in from a cave mouth about a half mile away. The tracks of the men they were pursuing came to an abrupt end. Before they could ask what happened to the men, the answer was towering behind them. The Black Dragon Chlorn observed the party with what may have been a devious smile.
Chlorn toyed with the adventurers for a bit, clearly interested in the scroll they had taken to the wizard. But his fun was interrupted when the stranger stood at the cave mouth flanked by Fairweather and Red Eye.
“You’ve had your fun Chlorn, now they’re leaving with us,” the stranger said with confidence and authority.
“Crowley,” grunted the dragon.
After a brief discourse, Crowley called the party to stand behind him. The dragon spat his acid into the ground where the three of them stood seconds earlier simply to demonstrate his power. This mattered not to Crowley as he turned his back and walked out of the cave. Waiting in the cart was the unconscious halfling they had met in the clearing. After the long silent ride back to Fairweather Fields, Crowley turned to Grom and said, “You lost today kid; but, that doesn’t mean you have to like it.” And with that he placed his hat on the druid’s head and parted ways.