- Markshire PCs:
Last Friday, me, Sun-Ok, Walis and Voran, along with Durok, me and Bel, set off to the Grippli encampment ta give Frankie his seeds. I was thinkinâ€™ finally weâ€™d be done with him and his clan.
Now there aint no wagon what goes from Foothold to Frankâ€™s camp, so we had ta walk. Nobody cared too much â€˜bout that â€˜cause it was a nice eveninâ€™ and besides, weâ€™d had a week ta heal and rest up after gettinâ€™ back from Arik.
We aintâ€™ got too far out oâ€™ the west gate of Foothold and Sun-Ok whispered to me sheâ€™d finally finished sewinâ€™ up me pan . . . uh, me things. Oh geez! Iâ€™d been goinâ€™without â€˜em fer so long Iâ€™d forgotten I wasnâ€™t wearinâ€™ any, ya know?
I took a quick look in the bag she give me, and there they was! Soft and silky! Six pair! And in the special colors Iâ€™d asked fer! And each one with a tiny letter â€˜Kâ€™ what she embroidered on â€˜em usinâ€™ a gold thread! Anyways, I thanked her, paid her for her work and tucked â€˜em away in me pack and that was that.
The way the boys chose to go, would take us through Yar, past Old Man Brudabegaâ€™s Soup Store and part way ta Stonemark before weâ€™d have ta turn south at the Everspring Inn and follow the road to Spinhold fer quite a ways. Then a short jaunt into the forest to the east oâ€™ the road would take us to where the Gripplis had set up their camp.
Most times those roads is safe and its enjoyable strollinâ€™ along â€˜em without a care in the world. But oh geez, this night was different! We ainâ€™t even got to Yar yet when we was ambushed by a bunch oâ€™ zombies! And there was a Balor with them too!
A balorâ€™s kind oâ€™ a cross between a man and a fiend and theyâ€™s very powerful and itâ€™s a rare thing ta see one oâ€™ â€˜em! I heard a balorâ€™s job is ta check if an evil curse or spell whatâ€™s put on someone is still workinâ€™ and nobodyâ€™s tried ta remove it! Yup! Thatâ€™s what I heard!
Anyways, we killed the zombies and the balor too and off we went, the lot oâ€™ us wonderinâ€™ â€˜bout that monster and why heâ€™d decided on payinâ€™ us a visit. We turned onto the road to Spinhold without nothinâ€™ else botherinâ€™ us. Sun-Ok was toddlinâ€™along behind Voran and it seemed ta me she was gettinâ€™ closer and closer to him, ya know? Almost steppinâ€™ on his heels!
I turned my head for a moment and when I looked back at the two oâ€™ â€˜em, sheâ€™d grabbed Voran around his neck! Voran was strugglinâ€™ twistinâ€™ this way and that, tryinâ€™ ta pull her hands away and throw her off but she was hanginâ€™ on tight with no intention oâ€™ lettinâ€™ go and she was dead set on chokinâ€™ the life outta him! Oh geez!
Walis was closest, and he balled up his fist and give her a hard whack right in the middle oâ€™ her back! Whumph! Glory be! Well, the blow done it and Sun-Okâ€™s grip loosened just enough fer Voran to wiggle free! Sun-Ok slid down his back, her eyes glazed, and she collapsed in a heap in the middle oâ€™ the road!
â€˜Course we healed her and Voran too but when Sun-Ok was finally able to speak, she kept mumblinâ€™ somethinâ€™ â€˜bout some old lady what sold her a pair oâ€™ purple gloves what was now forcinâ€™ her to do evil! She wasnâ€™t able ta take â€˜em off â€˜cause they was cursed, and stuck on her almost like a second skin, and now sheâ€™d have ta find someone kind enough to lop off her hands and on and on like that!
Then she glanced at my Falchion hanginâ€™ at my waist and gazed up at me with a pleadinâ€™ look in her eyes! Oh geez! Well, folksâ€™ll be seinâ€™ white blackbirds before they sees me lop off the hands oâ€™ a good friend!
Sun-Ok shoulda known better, acceptinâ€™ a gift from an old lady! I just donâ€™t trust â€˜em! Theyâ€™s always cacklinâ€™ and smilinâ€™ at ya with one tooth in their mouth whatâ€™s rotten and turned all black! And they squints at ya outta their one good eye, â€˜cause the other one stopped workinâ€™ long ago and rolled back up into their head, so’s ya only see the white part o’ it! And theyâ€™s all got big long black hairs growinâ€™ outta the middle oâ€™ their chins and theyâ€™s always holdinâ€™ onto a dirty soggy hanky what they uses to wipe their nose â€˜cause its always runninâ€™! Then they wantâ€™s ta hug ya or pinch yer cheek and they never puts the hanky away, so theyâ€™s hugginâ€™ and pinchinâ€™ ya all the while still hanginâ€™ onto the damn soggy hanky!
Eeeee! Disgustinâ€™! Oh geez! I hates old ladys! They gives me the creeps! Now understandinâ€™ better â€˜bout what came over Sun-Ok and why she done what she done ta Voran, we pushed on to Frankâ€™s camp, thinkinâ€™ since weâ€™d helped him and saved his tribe and the tree oâ€™ shaftinâ€™ he might be able to help us find a way to remove the gloves from Sun-Okâ€™s hands and un-do the curse the old witch put on her.
Well, Iâ€™ll tell ya, none oâ€™ us was prepared fer what we walked into when we finally got to Frankieâ€™s camp!