10. Wealsun 996 AF; Brighstone Castle
After the heroes entered the kitchen, the passageway shifts away with a sucking sound. The heroes serached the kitchen for supplies and managed to manufacture some molotov-cocktails.
Cautioulsy, they started to explore the first floor of the keep. Stor still knew the outline of the castle, although it looked changed at some places, sometimes, as if some older versions and newer versions of the castle overlapped, co-existed in this time.
The way to the servants quarter was covered with dead bodies – mostly servants, as Stor realized, but also some Children of Light. The passage to the main hall was blocked by a crude barricade of tables and chairs. The heroes hid a in a passageway, while Kharamon casted invisibility on him and headed to the barricade. About 15 servants were in the main room, again all servants, although some of them appeared to be armed with the weapons of the Children. The leader was apparently a hulking brute with huge strings of muscles, who was passing around in an aggressive manner, oozing rage. Five of the servants – as the brute, they were of the old blood – seemed to be in a similar mood, and also appeared to be stronger than normal half-elves. They reminded Kharamon of the horror-tales his grandfather used to frighten him when he was not training his mind. As his granddad told him, when those gifted with magic did not control and master this gift, the gift might become a curse, and take control of the mage. Whatever their affinity with magic was – and for some it was their emotions, as emotions were energy, like magic – will become stronger and stronger, and finally take over. The brute must have had an affinity for magic, and his aggressiveness – might it he be born with it or experienced it while the catastrophe in the castle occured – had taken over.
Kharamon sneaked back to his comrades and reported. Stor then tried to convice the servants to subject to hic command as lord of the castle, but the brute refuted and immediately attacked after Stor hauled his first fireball into the barricade. The fight was intense, but short, and all ragers were killed.
Kharamon was observing the main hall and realized something odd. All the other servants covered in the corners of the room, as far away from the fight as possible. However, a young girl – also of the old blood – drew a dagger and disappeared into the north-eastern passageway. The heroes immediately pursued and entered the corridor. The heroes heard a short, painfilled shout that turned into a garglind sound, while two other voices appeard to recite a prayer to Thyr. The passageway zickzacked once, and one of the prayers stopped, slurring into a garling, too. Then another room opened on the norther side of the corridor. Inside were three Children of light, sitting on the ground, the hands bound at their back. Two were dead, their throats slit open, the blood gushing out of the fresh wounds. The girl – not also radiating an aura of rage and raw power, raising her hand to slit the throat of the third soldier.
The heroes focused all their efforts on stopping the girl. After a short battle, she was slain, too, the Child saved.
The heroes interrogated the soldier. He appeared the last remaining survivor of the warriors of Thyr on this floor. Their task was to secure the floor, but after the catastrophe happened – which he described as huge jolt of the ground and booming sound, followed by a surge of energy, and a tearing on their souls – they encountered a tough defense by the raging servants. They were overpowered, and he and his three surviving comrades bound.
An questioning of the servants did not lead to many new information. They were quite intimidated by the brute, both from his power, and because he seemed to afflict others with his condition. They followed him out of fear, which was even greater after he killed the dwarven smith and his apprentice, who refused to follow him.
The heroes searched the other rooms on this floor. Stor found a scroll in the room of the quartermaster, which contained a spell he didn’t know yets. After that, the heroes fortified the main room again, set a watch perimeter, and went to sleep.
However, the well-longed for rest did not the needed recovery. It felt as if they were cut off from the normal flow of magic, and their dreams were filled with terror. In the morning, the heroes looked at each other concerned. It appeared, they had to go through this adventure without replenishing their magical powers!