Last Stop Drezen

Several days ago

The Dwarven rider,and Harris rode their mounts into the courtyard of Citadel Drezen.  The Dwarven Templar signaled the Brimorak demons atop the towers that they could consume the hard ridden mounts before signalling Harris to follow him inside.  They entered through the main gatehouse and walked up the ramp.  The Dwarf stood before a ½ orc houseman and removed his riding gear, grunting at Harris that they would clean up then eat. Harris was in the act of removing his riding boots when the Tiefling woman stepped from the Sally Port into their view, a bright head of long white hair and two horns protruding from her forehead.

 

“Is my brother aware of my return Chorussina?” the Dwarven Templar inquired, “Pray tell me he is below and too heavily involved in his research and duties.”   The Tiefling woman drifted over to the dwarf, draping her silk covered arm over the Dwarf’s broad shoulders, “He is still engrossed with his research into the Nahyndrian elixir, it worked on the Chimera!” she confided before asking, “Who is your travelling companion Joran?” 

Harris stepped forward to introduce himself, but quickly found his thought difficult to form, as if there was something he had wanted to say, a stupid smile slid across his features his attention fully upon the white haired woman.  

Harris Fairclaw

Joran chuckled at the ease with which the charm took his human companion, “So easy, lead him into the dining hall, I will know this man’s secrets.   Chorussina smiled at Joran and explained that the human was so ensorcelled that he would freely tell her whatever they needed to know.

“Good, once we have his information we can decide if this information should be shared with my brother Staunton or perhaps this human will provide us a new path to pursue?”  Joran watched and listened as Chorussina questioned Harris Fairclaw.  The pitiful human was so charmed with Chorussina that he told her his biggest secret, one they were both very surprised to learn.

“The Barbarian crusader, they call him Zervo, do you know who that is? He is last of the Bloodstone clan!” Smiling as he said it Harris saw the look of recognition that came over the Tiefling woman and Dwarf Templar, “ I KNOW RIGHT? I mean that has to be worth something don’t you think?”

Picking up his hammer and stepping up behind Harris Fairclaw, Joran Vhane spoke before bringing his hammer down on Harris, “It’s Worth EVERYTHING!”

Joran Vhane