When last our heroes met…
The Captain knew House Lyrnndar would never stop hunting him. His destiny was not that of those who had placed his dream within his grasp. Know this, the captain did the honorable thing of sailing to back to the ethereal island of pirates and from there booked each hero passage on reputable tranport to wherever they may have wished to go. The heroes parted ways and promised Jorn that they would indeed help Osrick in his time of need. Jorn gave each of them a silver dragon medallion of Bahamut. When needed, he said, the medallion would show them the way…
Osrick had met many people on his travels since his fateful run in with the lich Melkor. He strove harder these last 2 months than any others in his 95 years. He would find where the lich had gone; he would stop him at all costs. No matter how hard Osrick pushed himself, Melkor stayed like a cloud in fog. Osrick knew he could feel Melkor all around but could not have pointed and said THERE!
The man before Osrick invited him to his fire either out of friendship, fear or boredom. Two were in far greater supply out in the wild than the other. Osrick check his mount and tact him well before sitting down to share the meat he had caught earlier in the day. The human spoke of going from Merylsward to Otharaunt in search of new luck and mayhap a wife of his own. He also spoke of moving at a snails pace across country due to how many Orc raiding parties had been out lately and “more brazen were they too!” Osrick spoke little and grunted enough, he wanted rest. The conversation dwindled and died like the embers of the fire they sat beside.
As Osrick lay on his side, he felt the human’s breathing go from sated to rapid. He felt as the man approached him. At the last second, Osrick whipped around and beheld the countenance, not of a man but a crazed zealot.
“For Melkor!” the man screamed.
Osrick grinned…
It had been 2 months for the heroes, each living their own lives when their medallions grew warm filling them with comradeship… and a direction.
