The red robed figures overcame me. I remember this. More importantly, I will not forget this. I also had a vision, I do not know what it means. I am just happy my Patron didn't pay me a visit during my unconsciousness as well. Although, I always have to wonder, if what I see in my dreams are my own, or like puppets on a string, my enemy shows me only what he wants.
When I woke, geez, come on. Trapped in a small cell with a goliath and a goblin? And that wasn't even the craziest part. I have never seen the other races of the world. Growing up where I did they were part of my studies, but I had never seen them. My first check was if there was a hidden evil near me. I wouldn't put it past them to hide an agent in a group as large as ours. Everything seemed ok and none of the other prisoners were threatening. We all had the same amount of roughing up by the look of it and no one was seriously hurt.
It might have been a few days, tough to say. One of the prisoners started to panic, a dragonborn with some nasty scars. Not sure I can work with him, seems unstable. The human wizard looks like an ally, he has a symbol on his clothing that I'm sure I know but can't remember.
We try to break out. I'm flat out of ideas. The dragon uses his breath weapon. It's an impressive ability and the idea to freeze the lock strikes me as a good one. It doesn't work, though, the prison is well made and sound. We're trapped and the people that put us there, the red-robed ones I can only assume, are good at this.
It's not much longer, we get our first view. Four of them walk up and I am ready to strike. I instinctively reach for my katana, but it's not there. A cloud filled the room and we feel into a sleep again. We wake and the prisoners that had been there before our new group are gone. I feel a coward to say it but my first thought was gratitude it wasn't me. Not the thought a hero should have.
I'm fighting despair and doubt. I can see it on the other prisoner's faces. The dragonborn is freaking out. He's had a hard life. There is only the faintest evil about that I can sense. The goblin seems to be controlling himself, so thats good. His kind is usually up to some sort of havoc. I like the Goliath. The elf monk that struck the lock looks like he has injured his hand. I could heal it but want to save my abilities for when they might be seriously needed.
A time later a red cloaked figure comes charging up the stairs. I am immediately on edge. I don't like the look of him. He runs to the door and introduces himself. Uther or something. His arm is injured. Keys come out and the door is open. He's saying something but I'm already moving, I shoulder the door open and grab him driving him to the far wall. Training kicks in. I have him pinned, watching for weapons and listening for the more coming on the stairs. Part of me wants to drop him right there, friend or not.
The other prisoners are out. The fog clears and I can see this man has helped in our escape. I heal the cut on his arm with my power. It amazes to know I can do this. I'd do it all the time if I could. That's the truth, not just something a hero should say.
We found ourselves in a house, a nice one. It didn't take long to find a few more cloaks. Then the horror of our situation started to sink in. First, we found some fake show armor in a hall. The owners of this house seemed to be the pathetic "look at me and my stuff" types. I grabbed a few of their show spears and passed them around. The prisoners are all fighters, seem like they are tough. Wonder why the red cloaks grabbed us. Wouldn't simple townfolk have been easier?
On one of the lower floors I came across the first enemy. Some sort of undead, eating another. Gore was everywhere. We dispatched it though with out issue. The spears worked well, but they were no katanas.
There were a few more on the other floors. I slammed one down a flight of stairs that was attacking th goblin and the elf. As we searched the house our enemy came more into focus. Paintings of lighthouses were everywhere. There was a painting of a family as well. One of the other guys found the deed to the house and some other documents. Good for them, maybe we can use that as leverage somehow.
We got out of the house and Uther pointed in the direction of our gear, while he split to go rescue more prisoners in the barn. I should have pressed him for the truth. I'm not sure there were any prisoners he rescue
We found our gear just like Uther said we would. My armor and weapons brought an immediate sense of security and control back to the situation. The rest of this rabble found their weapons and equipment as well. Looks like we have a professional wizard of some sort. The Goliath looks to be a woodsman, the Goblin carries the weapons and armor of what I can only guess would be beneficial to a sneak-thief. The dragonborn carries weapons and armor as well. The elf is an interesting one. He seems to be a martial as well, but is unarmored. I'm sure that will serve him well if we get in combat. I hope he's quick.
We returned to the house and stable but found no trace of Uther. I'm concerned at this. We kill another of the zombie horrors. My training is finally getting put to use. After years in the temple, this is quite a freeing moment, despite the situation. My father always said I would called, that my training was for the time the Protector would call me out to the world. I didn't expect the Protector to use insane cultists as his vehicle of divine manipulation, but so be it.
The ride to the town, using horses we found in the stables, could have been a lot of fun but we didn't stop to fight the zombie army massing at the house. Instead, we took off around them and made it down the main road to the town. Someone noted the Scarecrows seemed to be following our movement.
I spoke with goblin on the way to town. I don't trust his kind of course, but that is a simple generalization. As long as he proves himself true then we have no issue.