as told by Amaris Baeyear
Quilldale. My first and thus far, only visit to that "fair" city. I'm sure that my first impression of Quilldale doesn't paint a true picture of the area. But it's been enough to keep me away for a couple of years.
Things had gotten stressful. Marentha decided to retire for the evening, thinking, rightly so, that if anyone needed us, they'd know where to find us. We returned to our lodgings for some coffee, cigarettes and quiet conversation.
It was not too long before we heard a commotion outside. We could make out the voices of various members of Thornebriar and what sounded like a great battle. Just our luck, the sounds were getting closer. Soon it was just outside our door. We armed up when we heard what sounded like panicked voices screaming to "OPEN THE WARD!!" So we did.
Because they were all yelling at once, we missed the "Don't!" in front of that statement. It seems that they had a wookilar trapped against our the door. I opened the it and in the wookilar came. If you've never seen a wookilar, they're hard to describe. In truth, all I can recall is it's size. It was huge, and had this evil, maniacial grin with sharp, silver teeth. And strong! With a hide that only three of us could penetrate. Had I not been carrying the Baron's sword, my blows would have bounced off of it.
I cannot say how long the fight lasted. We had it so surrounded that it could not get a good blow on any of us with it's claws. Which was a good thing, as it's claws were coated in an ichor that would sicken those it bled. It bore the brunt of many a mighty blow and assassin's trick. Still it fought on.
From my vantage point during the fight I could only just see the spell energies exploding against its back. Several Flame Bolts, Ice Bolts, Lightning Bolts, Ice Storms, Lightning Storms, Dragons Breaths and one Doom stuck the creature in rapid succession as Jaunt emptied his pyramid. And still it fought on.
Dismayed, I stuck as hard as I could, once, twice, then again. We were finally hurting it. A wave of fear washed over us, sending those without protections against it running. Another and more fled. Two more waves and I alone stood before the beast. I would love to be able to say that I felled it from there, but reinforcements arrived and with their aide, the beast was done in.
Let this be a lesson to you. When Thornebriar yells for you to open the Ward, make sure there's not a wookilar on the other side.
