Day 12 of Vengeance
Memories. They are a pain as acute as my scars. Standing beside a fir, I look down onto the remains of the slave camp that once held me. Deserted. Tents and poles are scattered everywhere, while the slave cages stand empty. Where have they gone? What will I do if I cannot find them? I try to puzzle this out, but a sound interrupts me. A trio of drunken drow stumble into my view, singing raucously. Apparently there was a party last night. I grin grimly as I head for them.
I stop a few meters in front of them, my hand resting on my flail. Slowly they notice me, swaying slightly like trees in the wind.
"Whatcha doin', dwawf? Getsh ya back to you cagesh."
I look on him with contempt, stifling my anger so I can respond.
"Where did the rest of the camp go?"
"Out huntin' that there dwawf. Now away wish you, 'fore I whip ye."
I would have whacked him then, if I didn't need to know what he knew.
"What direction? Where are they looking?"
The elf stares at me blindly, with his mouth open and drool coming down his chin.
"Waiiiiit....I knowsh you. You're...you're that dwawf!"
Apparently he has to pause to process this. Then, a light comes on in his eyes.
"Get 'im, boysh!!!"
He charges for me, a blundering drunken bull. I smack him on the side of the head and turn to the other two. The taller one pulls out his sword, and tries to get a swing off. I dodge, grab his sword hand, and twist hard. His bone cracks like a whip, and he screams. I step on the bone, break it off, and jam it in his neck. He's down. The third one comes at me almost immediatly, swinging wildly. I dodge and parry, then get my flail out. A blow on his hand causes him to drop the sword, then a blow to the stomach bends him over, I proptly smash my flail handle onto his head. The crunch almost echoes through the camp.
There I stand, two dead elves at my feet. I drag the surviving one up to me. Pleasantries are done.
"Where are the elves!"
He just hangs there, looking at his dead comrades. I ask him again, and threaten him that I will do worse. He looks back at me with tears in his eyes.
"I don't knowsh! There went out westsh, near Northwindsh!"
I look at him with digust, then bring my arm back all the way...but wait. If I killed him, I would be no better than they. At least I can spare one life along my quest, and a part of my soul will be left untarnished. My arm slowly sinks back to my side. The elf looks at me, pleading me with his eyes.
"Go. Run away, and never come back."
He bolts off, and I am left to ponder these new developments