Begin your Quest
Grey cloak pulled over your hair and wand at the ready, you walk with stealth and head down the torch-lit hall. The castle stone loom up on either side with rabbit-sized black spiders scrambling over the arches above you. You pray they are only spiders and not… It’s best not to consider the alternatives. It has been four days since you have left the school in search of the manuscript and your friend, but you have found neither. He had gone in search of the magical grimoire but did not come back. You know only what he left in his note.
“I overheard the elves whispering something about a stranger showing up on the outskirts of town. The man was wearing a black cloak and asking questions about the libraries available in a day’s walk. I think it was you know who. The shoppe owner at the bakery told him to check out the castle near the monastery. He headed north. I am following. There are only a couple of possibilities.”
There are two monasteries and two castles within a day’s journey. You chose to head to the kingdom of elves. The race of men fears your magic too much. So, you find yourself in the hallowed halls of the woodland elves, listening to the lyre being played in a great hall not too far away, with the echo of conversation and the clanging of cups covering most of the noise you are making. You come to a crossway in the hall, and as you pause, you hear a single scream from a girl. Now, you must make a decision about which way to go.
The story continues:
Finding the Girl
There is no doubt in your mind. You have to help her. You close your eyes and concentrate, trying to imagine a glowing ball of fire in your hand. Sweat runs down your back as the girl screams a second time. You say the words, “Globus Ignis” in a quiet but insistent voice, and the ball appears in your hand. You hold it high as you head down the dark corridor. There are several doors to your right, but you feel certain the scream came from further down the hall. There was more echo to it than these close doors would imply.
While elves are generally stealthy souls, many of them make a dull sound, acting as a dampener to the echos.
A third scream is cut short. She is close. You open a large wooden door to the right but no one is there. You open the one on the left, and there is a girl tied on the floor, now gagged. Her eyes look to your left. Not three feet away is a red bearded dwarf who stands about 5 feet. That is tall for a dwarf, but he is leaner than most, clearly not eating his fare at the dwarven clans’ feasts.
“There!” A voice calls out in the hall. Clearly the elves are approaching. They will not be your friend much more than this dwarf. What do you do?