Brazen Wolfe Tabletop

Fortuitous Scout

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As the party were called before the aged king and queen they looked about as distraught as one could imagine. As the party approached many of the guards that they saw on the streets were present and they nodded with respect at the adventures.

“Friends, guests to this kingdom. I wish I could just welcome you and thank you for your service in defending my people but unfortunately instead of being able to thank you I stand here asking to be in your debt again.” he paused looking anxiously towards one of the doors out of the hall. “I was hoping Cassana would be here but unfortunately she has been stricken with grief and does not want to see anyone at the moment.”

“What my husband was saying was that we have heard how you bested the wyvern in the streets. No easy doing. We hope that you are willing to bet your steel against the same beasts again and try and return out son. We hope and pray to Tyr that he is safe and will be returned in one peace. But…” she paused to catch a sob. “I realise that this may be an impossible request. Our scouts have found where the warlord Korvak and his men are camped, a day or two ride away. We have organised them to be ready to go and infiltrate the camp and return my son, or his body so we can grieve.”

“Just over this next ridge is where the scouts said the camp was.” Sana said as she crept up a hilly outcropping. It had been a few hours since the scouts had left her in charge to escort the party to the warlords camp while they scouted ahead to make sure that they were unable to leave, yet. During these hours Sana had acted and spoken differently with the party than when she was around the scouts.

Dressed in thick but light mail she moved nimbly across the rocks but she didn’t show any prowess in scouting. She missed obvious signs, notes and messages left by the scouts and was marvelled by everything that the party would have expected the scouting force to be aware of. Yet despite this she kept up pace and moved at a nearly fervent pace.

As they reached the top of the hill and hunkered down next to the rocky outcroppings she looked into the camp. A large Wyvern wore chains the held him to the ground, but otherwise he looked obedient and well trained. Men walked around the camp, some of them familiar from the scouting party – who had pulled a miracle and infiltrated the camp. Then in the middle of the camp a cage was there and Keldard sat there, beaten but alive.

“He is alive,” Sana pointed at where he was kept. “It looks like they have some kind of shackles on him. I wonder why he hasn’t used his magic though.” she pondered. “Well, we need a plan if we are to rescue my brother from all of that.” she said before looking worried back at the party. “Well the cats out of the bag then…” she smiled before sliding her hand over her face where it distorted and shifted to reveal the face of Cassana, the crowned heir of the kingdom except her hair had been cut short compared to when they saw her in the streets.

“I could not let my brother suffer and I was the one that recommended that you be put forth as the rescue team. I saw how you fought and knew I needed that strength to help me. It’s strange though, the scouts didn’t mention that they would infiltrate the camp – just that they would stop them from leaving. And Kel has similar magical abilities – he should be be able to break out. Unless he was betrayed and they have used Obsidian to bind his magic.” she murmured. “Something doesn’t feel right – the scouts wouldn’t go against the orders of their king like this.”

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