Player Perspective – Lyn
Skeletons? Werewolves? The night had started so joyfully as we sat downstairs and listened to Cedric play music. Nearing the end of the night, I tended to Cedric as I always do and we fell asleep only to awake to the barkeep and townsfolk being transformed. All of the comfort of the rest in the inn slipped away as we battled to defend ourselves.
As we finished our battle and saw to our wounds, we were quickly surprised by a noise in the back room. Not wanting any more injuries to come to my companions, I quickly moved toward the hallway to provide a shield between us. The noise paused as I tripped over a fallen stool, trying to keep myself quiet as I almost fell. Through the partly opened door, I could see a werewolf tucked back in the storeroom. It began to move toward us.
Suddenly, we heard more noise around us – more werewolves? Of course! They travel in packs… I thought for sure another battle would be upon us but they didn’t seem aggressive as they slowly moved toward us. As they slowly closed in, I backed up to shield Vida and Athyria. As I moved backward, Athyria began speaking in Druidic to the creatures. They paused and seemed to be responding. Through some conversation, Athyria informed us they didn’t want to hurt us and we should continue on outside of the inn. We gladly left.
While walking North, Otis’ preferred direction, we came across a church that blocked the path. I respectfully sheathed my sword as we entered the large door. All of the sudden I was falling and sliding lower and lower. As I reached the bottom of the slide, small lights lit the area where Athyria, Vida, D’artagnan, and myself lay. Not sure of where Cedric or Otis were and having no way of climbing up to check on them, we decided to move forward.
D’artagnan bravely led us forward, scouting and every so often hitting the floor trigger to turn on the lights to help us see. We proceeded down a long hallway, and eventually entered a dark room. Trying to provide protection, I moved into the room and ran into what I later found out was a cabinet. I stubbed my toe, which caused some creature in the black beyond to growl. I took a stance, read to ward off any evil away from my companions when in a quick instant the lights came on and something slammed into me from behind. The cabinet had opened! I quickly grabbed a sliver scabbard that looked like it would fit my long sword and turned toward where I had previously heard the growl.
A cage was lifting and underneath it was another werewolf clothed in black and purple tattered robes. As it moved near me, I took a deep breath and reflected on my training. “Keep your nerves calm, focus on the task, protect those around you…” All of the words of my teachers and mentors flowed through me as I attached the silver scabbard and swung heavily at the werewolf. My blow caused it to look very sickly as the four of us entered battle.
Brave and noble Athyria delivered the final blow and our enemy came down, all of us safe and secure. A door slid open and we could see another room beyond. We looked for clues on the werewolf but were unable to find any. As we finished looking around and gathering our belongings, we headed to the room beyond the door. There we found Otis and Cedric. I rushed to Cedric’s side to aid him, as he was unconscious and being carried in by Otis. Athyria joined me and together we were able to nurse Cedric to enough health so he could be comfortable.
The room we found seemed like a gift for the duties we had just performed. We were able to find food and clothing that suited us perfectly, as well as beds to rest on and treasure chests. We searched the room and took only what we needed, finding it refreshing to be able to repair equipment that needed it. Not knowing what to do next, Athyria informed us that the werewolves at the inn had told her of an eternal night, how the cathedral spires had something of a night root, and that they needed us to sever it.