The Terrible Curse of Waswalen

A warm breeze gently blows whistling threw the trees the silver moon shimmers down shining on a little halfling he was travelling with his. A human companion was a night like any other ..when they suddenly come to a stop… “Lionus we are here” The young human says “excellent Alastair lets us go in” The Little Halfling climbs down off the cart. And the young human fallows. They thank the driver for the ride and they walk up to the front of this large Tavern door.  Alastair pulled the door open and the pair walk inside. Music is playing in the back as a magician is playing and patrons are eating drinking Lionus stairs across the room and there he spots them … The beast slaying duo. Dalga &  Calen their names know far and wide. As tales of there journey have reached cross the lands...  “Ahhh there you are old friend come join us” shouts Dalga across the room. As they make their way to the table .... All this come to be a few days ago as Lionus was finishing a job and sneaking out of the house... when if by fate bumped into Dalga an old friend who many years ago. Helped with trouble in his home village. Dalga had told Lionus of some trouble that had recently resurfaced and asked for Lionus to join them asked that he meet them at this tavern in 3 days.  Lionus told his travelling companion Alastair and. Convinced him to come along to.  The pair sat at the table and looked over Lionus introduced Alastair and Calen greeted the pair as the barmaid come over to ask if they like to order any drinks or food. “ We will 3 meads,” says Lionus “And a. Eleven Wine “ pipes in  Calen... As the bar maiden brings the drinks to the table I suppose the introduction is in order.  Am Lionus as you know  “Lionus was a halfling rogue with short black hair black eyes and wore dark brown leather amour. 2 daggers to his side a short bow and short sword strapped to his back. He has always felt like an outsider in his sleepy village of Halha.. he has always been sneaky but charismatic enough to get away with it...when the village is attacked by deranged vamps he meets Dalga and Calen, two badass beast slayers who save his village and inspire him to try to help his fellow halflings... however, when he is caught stealing food and gold from one of the richer halflings, to help to feed and support those struggling in his village, he was forced to flee... and did so with the help of the talented bard Alastair who was playing in the local lower end tavern.. sneaking away with Alastair, Lionus has been travelling with his Bard friend, helping him with his performances (taking a Lil extra from patrons for himself) until running into those very beast slayers a few weeks ago...” Alastair the name I have been told about you guys beast slayers how you helped my friend here all those years ago.  Alastair a human bard he was of average height for a human had fair hair light eyes and had a good build and wore light brown leather and a plain white shirt. With a short bow. And a tiny lute. He has always known he was special. From an early age, he dazzled and entertained crowds in his village of Sertal. Whether with his song and instruments or with his shows of illusion and tale, people have always watched him with awe. As he grew older, he felt the world needed to hear his stories, hear his song! And so our young bard set out from Sertal at 25 to travel the lands and grow his fame... one night, while playing in a small rundown tavern in the village of Halha, for a people who seemed to be slightly broken, he saw a flash of a small halfling running and jumping into his cart... as guards followed a halfling dressed in a refinery into the tavern in search of a halfling thief, Alastair kept his mouth shut and quickly left after they had moved on... as soon as the forests surrounded him, he called to the thief and asked if he wished to leave now, or to travel with him a bit... our young rogue climbed up beside him, handed him an apple and told him they were to be friends now... ten years later, the two still travel together and upon seeing Lionus want to, need to, help the Slayers in their quest, Alastair decides to go with his friend and these hunters to help in their quest...  Dalga she proclaims as reach across to shake the hand of Alastair. So you are the one Lionus has been trailing with...  Dalga was a female dwarfen barbarian of a muscular build and long blond hair was down in one plat and she wore heavy amour and had a great axe strap to her back and large club next to her.  75yrs ago, her homeland of Dorari was being run by the tyrant king, Kwern. The people were suffering and your elder brother, Darrin, was leading a rebellion to overthrow the King. Her involvement to start was minimal... till the king found and executed your brother as you were away visiting family in a different kingdom...upon your return, you took over as leader to the rebellion and led them to victory, overthrowing the king and placing a new, people have chosen king... she left her homeland and decided to travel to different lands...  Slaying tyrant kings and beasties that terrorize people in the lands.. some 60 years ago you came across a Wood Elf named Calen... you were able to bond thru your losses of loved ones and have been travelling and hunting together since... some say you are the best Beast Slaying Duo around!! 10 years ago, when saving a halfling village from a pack of deranged vamps, you met Lionus... a sneaky little halfling who was unlike the rest...  The names Calen and we will get straight to the point why we asked you to join with us... Calen was a woodland elf he stood tall with a muscular frame and had long silver hair and golden yellow eyes. He wore light leather amour with chain mail.  250 years ago. He meets a lovely young elf-human named Maryn. 150 years ago a dark warlock had cursed some unicorns with madness, the madness spreading to other unicorns thru a horn scratch... one day outside your home in the middle of the forests you heard Maryn scream...by the time you reached your beloved, she had already taken her last breath, gorged and stomped to death by the twisted unicorns, so after you buried Maryn, you set out from your humble abode in the middle of the forests to begin a life of bounty hunting...your main target being twisted unis. 60 years ago you met Dalga, a barbarian dwarf, who you were able to bond with over the loss of loved ones (you Maryn, Dalga her brother Darrin) you have been travelling together slaying tyrants and beasties who terrorize villages....but rumours have reached you all that the dark warlock has returned to Ellyria...to your home... bringing creatures and tormenting villagers... the Warlock who started it all...who cost him his love... Calen tells of the tale of how he lost his beloved wife. And how the land of  Ellyria turned dark and the magical creatures twisted and turned to madness... the once Majestic mythical creatures turned into dark unicorns. By the wicked and terrifying dark warlock Waswallen. And now he has returned ..... “ ever since that day I swear vengeance and to help the creatures in the free my homeland Ellyria of the terrible curse of Waswallen, “ Calen says in a serious tone “ Will you help us? “ Dalga says looking and glaring at Lionus.  “Aye of course,” Lionus reply’s, “ We tell tales and sing songs of our journeys for many generations, “ Alistar says while raising his flagon of mead.  “Good we shall meet up at sunrise so starts our journey “  The next day Lionus and Alastair raise to meet Dalga and Calen who was already out and waiting for the pair. As they are travelling down the road. Discussing plans and of what Waswallen how he was cursed by the moon goddess. And of Calen homeland. They reached a sleepy little village. With a small tavern wasn’t very busy inside but a few dwarfs. Talking amongst them selfs to what they can maybe. Could have info on the curse.... as they didn’t look too friendly Alastair takes this opportunity to use his illusion magic to disguise himself as a dwarf... While the rest of the party sit at the table opposite them... A musician plays his Flute to a small crowd. The bar maiden asks if they like anything Dalga and Calen order them selfs a drink. Lionus sneaks around the bar and besides from a locked back entrance does not see anything out of the ordinary. And returns to his party. As Alastair sits with his back to dwarfs trying to listen in. On their convo before walking up there table and asking what they know. Well, I have headed tales of graves being robbed and people seeing strange things. And hearing terrible screams at night. Up leading close to the mountains. Best be staying away from that lads.  Alastair makes his way back to others. As. The bar maiden approaches I couldn’t help but overhear are you here to help.  “Aye that’s we are,” Dalga says in a stern voice “ Terrible things have befallen the local villages I fear our fate as graves have been dug up and people long dead are missing. But if you are willing to help, you will find two paths up ahead one will lead to safety the other might lead into perilous danger but I might have friends who can help you tell them Mira says hello “says the bar maiden “thank you lass” says Dalga as she finishes her drink “we must be on our way now “ Calen says brashly “ Take this for the road some bread and honey and cheese. Not much small thanks”  Before leaving Lionus takes a look around does not notice much but the magician has gone to the bathroom and left his flute case unlocked. Lionus sees this take the opportunity to sneak in and take the flute. Dalga takes small notice of this and once they are outside she scolds him and flicks his ear.  Upon reaching down through the road leading into the forest they noticed a small campfire coming from a clearing just up ahead. Lionus and Calen decide to go on ahead and scope out the area. In the small clearing, they noticed Two goblins by the fire 4 Zombies stumbling around. The two return to there allies and tell them what they have seen. Dalga says I guess we know who is robbing the graves and this atrocity cannot be allowed to continue. She takes action and the rest of the party charges forward at Dalga lead. Upon reaching the clearance the party prepares for combat Lionus and Calen hide in the trees and Lionus draws his bow fires at one of the zombies landing a clean shot into the head dropping the zombie in its tracks. Alastair starts to play his lute and play an inspiring. Lullaby as  Dalga charges in and cleaves the head clear off the first Goblin. Blood spouting out of the goblin body all over his companion. Enraged at the death of his friend he raises his sword charges at Dalga swinging his sword at her amour just. Barely scratching her as Calen rises his longbow. Aiming at one of the Zombies he stumbles and trips on a tig... and shoots and misses his target and hits Dalga clean into the shoulder... as blood drips down her arm she lets a small grunt if more in annoyance. And glares back at the trees before swinging her axe cleaving the other goblin in two. The zombie shamble closer Alistar and Lionus take care of them. Calen hand pokes out the bush’s holding healing. Potion Dalga looking More annoyed then anything snatch’s the potion as Calen steps out Dalga rips out the arrows and throws it in Calen Direction. Just nicking his cheek making a slight scratch.... “. Message received “ says Calen nervously..... upon closer inspection of the bodies Calen finds half a map seems to be written in elvish. And Dalga and others find some junk and few gold coins .... looking over the map Calen believes it to be of the mountain pass and of where they need to go. Upon reaching the end of the clearing they noticed a strange glow coming from the Forest. A warm glow drawing them closer as they venture deeper into the forest. And find themselves to be in a small grove. With everything glowing the trees the grass the moss that grows on the rocks and barks around them. They feel warm and at peace, Dalga takes a good look around while Alistar makes his self comfortable. Calen takes a closer look at this strange glowing grass. Lionus scopes out the area from the trees and all around Dalga notices some strange bright lights of pink of purple and blue pop up in the dark. As Lionus see a dash between the trees flash of colour all around him. He stops and returns to the others as he sees so immediate. Threats and walks to Alistar “ oh hey don’t say I do t give you nothing you owe a flagon mead “ Lionus says as he gives Alistar the flute he stolen at the tavern... Dalga places a large piece of bread slavered with honey .. placing it down on the ground and stepping back a few feet the sweet small draw out these flashing colourful lights. Reviling them selfs to be Pixies as they nibble on the honey. Alistar begins to play a sweet melody on the flute. More of the pixies are drawn closer. Calen steps up closer to them kneeling And complimenting them on their beautiful grove and glowing pretty stature. Alistar cast as the small smell makes the area smell sweet of honey the pixie seems at ease. Small purple pixie flies up drop pixie dust all around clean nose. And giggles with a small grin on her face. “ you must be friends of Mira “ Calen says to purple pixie in of him. “ you know Mira “ the Pixie exclaims excitingly. A yellow pixie from behind flashes and flys up a test of wit must be passed first. “ yes yes a riddle  “ reply’s the purple pixie looking around at the party ... “ What’s past from Father to son shared by brothers but used more by others. “ everyone looking around at them selfs thinking Alistar speaks up “ I think I got it ... hmm no...” he says Calen and Dalga looks at each other while Lionus is deep in thought. “ A Family name “ both Calen and Dalga cry out at the same time .. the purple pixie flutters about all excited “yes yes yes “ clapping her hands explaining excitedly. “ If you take the path up the mountains and follow the path up the mountains you arrive safely to your destination. As Alistar begins to play another melody the pixies all’s flutter around and dance into the night. As they make camp for the night as dusk falls and gets darker the grass and trees glow warmly as they find they don’t need a campfire. As the pixies flutter around and scatter leaving a pile of berries at the base of a tree the group feast on the berries with bread and cheese they had. Received earlier at the Tavern. Before sleeping for the night.