Sir Questor Imperialus - Human Fighter
Alna Alderly - Halfling Rogue
Slalalath - Elf Wizard
Dwollin - Dwarf Cleric
Darrow - Human Fighter
Scene opens at a bar in a small town:
- Questor and Darrow are at the bar
- Alna is at a table
- Slalalath is in a booth
Dwollin opens the door and lets in the chilly air.
Questor: “Will someone shut the damn door”
Dwollin goes to close the door. Alna sneaks behind Dwollin and pick pockets 10 gp out of him. The rest of the bar notices this.
Dwollin starts returning to find a seat and the door slams open again. An elf with a mask and a wide hat drags a wrapped body behind him.
Slalaloth percieves the body as alive and still moving under its own volition, but not in a particularly intelligent way.
Questor turns to the bartender to ask what’s happening. The bartender responds shakily to not pay it any mind, for this sort of thing happens 2-3 times a week.
The elf continues dragging the body, not paying mind to anyone else.
Questor asks what happens in the room. The bartender says he doesn’t know too much, he just sends in the bus boy to clean up when the screaming stops.
The elf drags the wrapped body to a back room and closes the door behind him.
Dwollin tries to sneak up to the door to get a better look. He makes a lot of noise doing so, and as he tries to peer into the keyhole, he stumbles inwards and lands prone.
The open door reveals a tiefling tied to a chair. The elf is brandishing a club and about to hit the tiefling.
Slalalath casts ray of frost on the elf, damaging for 7, and ducks under their table for cover. Everyone else is surprised.
The elf shouts “do you know who I am?” and backs away to a corner.
Dwollin stands up and scuttles to the other side of the door, hiding. He asks if the prisoner is he is ok and what is happening.
Questor walks to Slalaloth and tries to grapple, but fails.
Darrow leaps over the bar for cover and readies an arrow, to be shot if the elf harms anyone else.
Alna did something??
Slalaloth disengages from Questor, and runs outside to peer through a window, leaving the door open. Questor explodes “will nobody every close the door?!”
The tiefling starts gurgling and pleading for help. The elf walks over and smashes his club on the tiefling, knocking him unconsious.
Darrow fires his prepared arrow, killing the elf.
The bus boy walks up from the basement and exclaims: “you bastards, you shot the sheriff”.