From the journal of Torgn Amberfief, Retired member of the Twin Foxes:
I had gotten so close, just a hairs breadth of distance away from seeing my sweet Sarah again. In the back of my mind there was fear that she would be irreparably changed, a woman so unlike the little girl I once knew that I would be unable to connect with her. I had been searching for so long that whatever the end result might be it needed to come to fruition.
All of these thoughts, these hopes and dreams, shattered like glass when Atalas’ head entered the Bhargests’ belly. The knowledge of where she had been taken and why, the closest lead I had in years reduced to a pile of red meat convulsing on the forest floor.
It wasn’t long until we found ourselves with new patronage, and I had found myself with some time to think. Clearly Sarah was further in than I had ever had the chance to predict. Bonded in servitude to forces far beyond a simple slavers den. When it came right down to it, even when I had a pathway to get to her it was impossible to follow. The band I had finished my own contract with was small and did not have the force behind it that I would need to raise.
With our new stronghold laid out before us, and our new patron (or is that master?) focusing us again on a dangerous journey ahead, I knew the time had come to raise support so when the next opportunity came to life I would be ready.
The best way to gain the respect of fighting men is to prove to them you are the best. With this new free time I set out again to take odd jobs in the hopes of meeting the right sort of connections. It certainly didn’t take long, our fame (or is that notoriety?) as a group preceded us, and even though I attempted to keep the association secret it still seemed to find its way back out from time to time. The particular situation involved a colony of bugbears ransoming a small village. I had hooked up temporarily with a group known as the Mithral Fangs, a relatively small band of mercenaries operating in the area similar to my own group.
The task was simple, kill the leader and display your power to the rest, scattering them to the winds and earning the gratitude of the villagers. Of course everything simple seems to have a way of getting completely screwed. My contract was being paid by the leader of the group, her name was Donna and one of the toughest women I have ever met in my life. With a similar life to mine she had grown up on the streets and her appearance reflected it. Short fiery hair unkempt from spending most of its time under a helmet and strong tall build. She had started the group from nothing, taking orphans off of the streets and putting swords in their hands. Her skill with the sword and shield style seemed to be extremely good.
Donna and I, along with a small strike group of armored warriors approached the camp intending to challenge the leader in single combat. As soon as I saw this Morgar I could already tell things were going downhill. You don’t often see the tribal leader with a necklace of fetishes and a staff topped with a pure crystal. The whole colony was out to see us arrive, maybe 20 of these beasts, the leader informed us that our challenge was folly and we should surrender.
Our six was clearly outmatched by the strength of the full colony, however Donna was not short with tactics. Blowing a sharp pitched call roused the rest of the crew and in the ensuing skirmish they were able to rush to our aid. Morgar had a dearth of powerful and nasty tricks, the worst of which he wasted no time in applying. After chanting those word of power, to complete a long held memory, I saw Donna turn towards me with the fire of battle. She gave me no quarter, and as I attempted to avoid her and strike out at Morgar I saw my blows defended at every turn. That single incantation almost swung the whole battle in his favor, and without much recourse I gave Donna the fight of her life.
Through the pitched battle and the dance between our blades we each gave one another something to be proud of, her sword opened up a scar down my right cheek and my great sword took her arm off at the shoulder. With her fighting ability removed I turned to Morgar, running him through in the stomach with my blade. When he immediately tried to push out a final incantation I shoved the necklace into his mouth and snapped his neck.
With the leader defeated the rest of the bugbears turned their heels and ran. Donna was not thrilled, as you could imagine, but in showing restraint by not killing her she appreciated it. Knowing that her ability to fight was greatly diminished she offered to turn control of the Mithral Fangs over to me, and I was only too happy to oblige.
This was only the first step in a long series of maneuvers needed to ensure that the next time my girl is within my grasp I will be ready to take whatever steps necessary to find her and make things right.
Current Mithral Fangs mercenaries:
Denton the Con (commander)
Hughston the Spider
Arley Three Toes
Sly Roddy the Coin
Bryanna O’ the Gorget