*A halfling in bloody, slightly torn leathers comes limping into the Silver Buckle and draws up to the bar, wide eyed and shaking*
Oh man those were the biggest, giantest scariest buggers I ever seen! I don't even know what they were, but Rasa and Gromack fell and all I could do was run! They had some really good archers and the smartest bugger shamans I ever seen! We fought the leader and nearly had him, but he had these two giant things with him, oh and a dire bear, but I talked him into joining our side... but it wasn't enough... Poor Rasa, I don't think the Soul Mother was kind to him. *stamps the bar with his fist* dangit! it was my idea and we shoulda been more cautious! So you have any pie? I'm gonna need a lot of pie to get my mind off this tragic night... *He eats pie into the early hours and eventually saunters off to a room and passes out*
The bartender brings pie after pie to the battered halfling, offering whatever support he can. Several Silver Buckle employees apply bandages and perform other healing.
*The next morning Quenton left the buckle and headed home to Center with his head held low*
*A couple of days later Quenton returns to the Buckle with a motley crew. He is skipping in the door followed by a tiefling bard with a feather in his cap and wearing a tuxedo, a burly orc still wielding his giant sword and a rather tall elf with the redest hair you've ever seen*
WE DID IT! It was tough but I managed to recruit the wierdest most oddly matched folks I could find! *introduces Grogmegor the orc, Farros Galdor the tiefling and Eril'lin F'ea the elf to the bartender* We whacked them big 'ol toughies good! and no one died this time! We found some neat stuff too! *holds up a tamborine in one hand and a glowing purple wand in the other (tinkerbells wand)*
There was a troll's finger bone too, I'd know them anywhere cause of their length ya know, and some nice healing kits. Oh and that wierd stuff... *points to the tux wearing tiefling who is holding a Cat-O-nine tails in one hand and a lantern fashioned from a skull in the other*
*whispers to the bartender* odd fellow that one is...
Lot's of trues too! *tosses the coin bag on the bar* This round is on me!
*they drink into the evening and Quenton eventually passes out under a table in a corner*
The bartender seems happy that the threat was eliminated, but there is still sorrow in his heart for the missing teamsters and the healing supplies destined for the orphanages... but such is fate. He takes a deep breath and continues on with his work.
//Bear Island is now safe for solo players... Thanks for the effort put in by the two groups attempting to put down this threat... although one went very badly. It was nice to see the teamwork necessary to grasp victory.