Islena slumped to the ground vistages of long past flashed through her mind. Countless new adventurers so so happy to help the pepole their bright future cut short and their faces in crooked snarls and mangled bones. Images of dead comrades and twisted creatures ripping them to sreads. She was a healer ment to protect everyone but they all just seemed to die around her and the thought of loosing another adventurer tore her up from the depths of her heart. Wet tears hit the cold hard cobbles as her distraught face was hidden behind her cupped hands. For who knows how long she just sat there in sorrow of things past and a terrified contemplation of the future." how many?" She whispered to no one "How Manny have to die so pointlessly?" Her sorrows fell on deaf ears as she wondered what could have happened to the poor Donald laid up in the infirmary.
Not so long ago the man in question was carried into the infirmary Bay by one of the guild members quickly leaving him to rest. People cam and went seeing if he would wake but he had not yet rose from his slumber. The deep gashes across his chest and back had been mended back together but nasty sweltering scars of fresh scab coated the wounds. Even Gridus had padded by on more than one occasion to check on him."Damit kid I know I let you take that job but why did it have to end up like this, maybe the lass was right." Though he hated to talk or even think about the subject the past still plagued his mind." This world is dangerous you need to be more careful and well. I... I need to stop being so STUPID!" He slammed his mighty fist against the wall shaking the buildings foundation as he mulled through the possibilities of what could have happened. Defeated he left burying himself in mountains of paperwork and the world spun around one more. People went about their day like nothing was amiss, funny it is... how you could disappear and almost no one would realize that you were even gone. That is unless pepole care but Other than some late night worrying everything just keeps on moving. The drunkards still wasting away every penny for another super of brandy from the bar joking and being merry for a job well done. The baker rises like the bread of the morning fresh loves and a stoked flame to feed the masses. the guards slacking off and playing cards while the pickpocket made his rounds through the streets. Merchants haggling with one another with the rare troubled tourist struggling with directions. Most no one notices when you vanish only the mess that you made and all the trouble you stirred up.
Low ranking adventurers with shovels and wagons, rubble cleaned and shipped out by the careful. Corpses swept clean and burnt to ash and countless trees broken and shattered across the ground. More pepole fret over the aftermath than what caused it and so the world goes round. adventuring party's aimlessly wandering through the woods in search of a monster that doesn't exist, Or does it? or time might tell but safe to say dear old lovable Donald's drifting through dreamland has no idea how much trouble he stirred up. And why should he, he deserves some rest after that whole goblin fiasco. When he wakes it will be time to face the music but for now life goes on.
Alas Trouble stirred while he slept, the church of Volura the lord of the lakes had taken a special interest in the duo that had recently taken to intruding upon their sacred land. Reports of catastrophe and traces of demonic energy had wisked the troop of clergymen from their shrine. like a beacon the devilish fluctuations had drawn them to the site of the thrashed goblin village. People mulled about taking count of bodies, securing the area, and cleaning the rubble. the clergy was confused asking a man that was passing by."Lad what happened here its a murder scene?"
The man looked slightly troubled as he responded to the man" Well we don't actually know something came through here and wiped the place out, we uhh well... we're trying to find it but there's no luck so far." He nervously scratched at his chin before he spoke again ,"Apologies I really must go the boss will get mad if I stay slacking off." Without ceremony the man got back to his work leaving the clergy to mutter amongst themselves.
" What is happening roun here they Ave a demon on the lose and this is how they spend their time?"
"Be not to critical Belus they are just mortal laborers there must be more out there searching, let us go. Drake can you sense the demonic energy?"
Drake's eye flashed with light as a blue hued circle of magic formed in front of his right eye.looking around he spoke"Sir Caplan the ground is thickened with it but it seems to trail off and disappear toward the west. It seems the demon can cloak his appearance or aura at the very least, we best be on guard It could be hiding anywhere." Drake spoke quickly as Caplan glanced around his Troup of 7 men
" We came searching for heretics and we found much more than we could of hoped." His eyes glinted as a sly smile filled with religious fervor cracked across his face, "Ready yourselves men it looks like we're on a demon hunt!" With a quick turn he and his men toward the west on a b-line straight toward the city where Donald peacefully slept unaware of the hunters closing in. With a pep to their step the made strides into town, they would be there by nightfall and so the hunt for a demon would begin." Be aware and trust no one you meet the demon could be anyone, well burn it all to the ground if that's what it takes to weed this vile stain from the pristine cloth of our Country!!"