Excerpted from the journal of Etaf Gerin

 

Dead of Night, April 18-19, 1376 (The Year of the Bent Blade)

 

Tonight, my fears have been realized. While resting at the door to Shraevyn's tomb, I heard a faint snuffling near the north column, and then saw a small figure dart into the shadows.  As Badaxe, the night-watch, was preoccupied with snoring louder than a Black Dragon with allergies, I was the only one to notice, so I went to investigate.

 

As I approached, the tiny figure let out a hiss and stepped forward tentatively.  It is then that I recognized the tiny red humanoid with leathery wings, a tail, and small horns on his head.  It was Oahabe's imp familiar.

 

"Human", it spat with obvious disdain, "My master sends word that he is very displeased with your leaving Stillsquall so soon.  It saddens him that he must leave your sister with only 9 fingers, but it saddens her all the more".

 

Filled with rage, I reached out to strangle the little horror, but it squeaked and teleported up a nearby column onto the statue there.  "Careful Etaf, my master sees all that I see, as you should know. Oahabe has these words also for you, that where you are now may not be a complete waste of time. He has heard of a simple cloak that may be of some use to him. It is a nasty old red hide, called the Fiend's Embrace, and is hidden in the Spiderhaunt Wood.  Bring this to him before the snow falls, and you and your sister will be set free of his service. Fail, and she dies a death more horrible than you can imagine."

 

Before I could ask anything else of the imp, it cackled and flew off to the northwest, leaving me with much to ponder...

 

Last updated 04-27-2005 by Skip Franklin (original text written by Dave R.)