Substitute Balrog for a couple gargoyles and you've got it. |
As they walk up on broseph on the ground, they realize that dude has been straight up shanked!
This, my friends, is a Warforged. It's the unholy offspring of Captain America, a Ku Klux Klan member, and a demonic toaster oven. With a battle axe. (Don't ask me how that works, it's magic ok.) Made completely of metal bits, this guy (his name is Cutter) has all the social class and mental stability as a charging rhino on steroids. He jumps in too attack the group from the side of the bridge they are on (which is maybe 200 feet in the air. Like I said, bad ass.) He attacks the nearest person with a mighty swing of his battleaxe and the fight ensues.
However, despite the fact that this guy took after Achilles and was dipped in the river "Badasskickyouinthefacetwice", he was no match for our group. The pummel him and, in a last ditch effort to get away, jumps over the side of the bridge and plummets to his death.
The group, now euphoric at killing a thing (they are a bunch of psychopaths), are high-fiving each other with blood... or I guess Oil... covered hands. They search the rest of deady's stuff, and find some more coin, and a leather bound journal that... is just a whole bunch of scribbles. They snatch that up because this is a fantasy environment and anything you can't read has something to do with a sweet quest.
Then the guards show up. only about 10 of them but still. The group manages to sweet talk themselves out of another night in prison (a situation that they have grown truly tired of after the events at Redwall.) They agree that after a successful night of killing a dude that had apparently killed another dude (they recognize the cloak that Cutter was wearing as the one of they guy who melted into the darkness) that they should go get their party on in a tavern. It's right about then that ANOTHER cloaked guy (how many are in this damn city?) walks up to them all sly like and whispers some stuff to them.
Now, obviously, the first thing you do when you find a dead body is look for loot.
Obviously.
They find papers identifying the man as Bonel Geldem. As well as some monies (woot woot!) and an apple.
Yummmm....
What else they find will have to wait till later because at that very moment, they are attacked!!!
By this guy ----->Warforged |
However, despite the fact that this guy took after Achilles and was dipped in the river "Badasskickyouinthefacetwice", he was no match for our group. The pummel him and, in a last ditch effort to get away, jumps over the side of the bridge and plummets to his death.
Not the brightest crayon in the box |
Then the guards show up. only about 10 of them but still. The group manages to sweet talk themselves out of another night in prison (a situation that they have grown truly tired of after the events at Redwall.) They agree that after a successful night of killing a dude that had apparently killed another dude (they recognize the cloak that Cutter was wearing as the one of they guy who melted into the darkness) that they should go get their party on in a tavern. It's right about then that ANOTHER cloaked guy (how many are in this damn city?) walks up to them all sly like and whispers some stuff to them.
Most peoples would immediately be skeptical of this dude. He is probably wanting to sell them some stolen pomade or discounted cuttlefish pillows or maps to where famous bards live.
Yea, just like that.
Wanna buy a sun dial? |
But really he tells them that if they want to know the truth about dead guy's non-livification (aka his death) that they should hit up this sweet new tavern over on beat street called The Broken Anvil. All the hip cats and cool kids hang at that dope crib.
They all agree, some of them begrudgingly, that they should check it out. And so, still in the pourig rain, they head over to this sick joint, to see if it really is...
off the chain.