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One Is The Loneliest Number


Jimbo the farmer was found with his throat slit just outside of his hometown of Rivenmaur. His hands were cut off. Unable to find Sir Deron or Lady Malithra in town, and too impatient to send word for them to the Temple, the local knights requested the help of Emer, Bristle and Channa to track down the murderer.

Upon their return, they reported to the guard that an elven hunter was the brains behind the operation, working with two large brutish orcs.

The local guards have warned all in Rivenmaur to be wary and untrustful of any Tuathan that they don't know well, and to report any suspiscous behavior to the closest knight on patrol.
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Traveling through the woods, the wererat Bristle and the ranger Timon encountered the mysterious elven hunter again. However, this time he was teamed with small war party of undead. These undead were certainly odd, something neither of them had seen before. They appeared to be stitched together, and sloppily at that. Mismatched feet, occasionally missing a limb or appendage, and with heads that didn't always fit the neck quite right. The pair defeated their attackers quite easily, though the hunter did not seem very interested, firing off only a couple of arrows. Before they could bring their attention to bear on the elf, however, he lept into a shadow and disappeared.

Tracking the scent to a cave in Maiden's Way, they were stumbled upon by the archer Emer, and with her assistance, cleared out the cave, which seemed to be more of a makeshift mortuary, rather than a lair for the undead. The elven hunter this time took more of a hand in the battle, wounding the archer Emer and the ranger Timon in the brawl, though neither very seriously.

As the tide quickly turned in the trio's favor, the hunter fled the cave with Emer hot on his bootheels. Wounded gravely with a few arrows in the ribcage courtesy of the archer, the hunter hid in what little shadows he could, trying to escape. The wererat's keen nose however was able to lead the trio directly to his hiding spot, where an arrow from Emer pierced through his neck, lethally wounding him.

The trio interrogated the elf as he choked slowly on his own blood, though he told them nothing except that his actions were controlled by magic. As he coughed his last breath, a blissful peace covered his face.
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