“This isn’t the way that I prefer to do things, lad”, Fhezik said as he pulled the ropes tight around the hands and feet of a naked Alkolis, “but I’m quite honest out of ideas.”
“This is an injustice,” cried Alkolis as he rolled over to look up at Fhezik and the others. “A crime against my family name! Don’t you know who I am?”
“Aye, I do,” came Fhezik’s reply. “Yer the one who damn near killed the one we swore to protect,” he said looking over at Theodriel, the cursed elf in the form of a majestic golden stag.
“What are you talking about?”, asked Alkolis. “I have not attacked anyone. I have been resting here in the grass all evening, enjoying the night air.”
“Yer naked”, observed Fhezik.
“Well…yes”, began Alkolis slowly. “All those of high birth enjoy the elements in such a way. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”
“And the fact that you attacked the golden stag, cursed elf fella…?”, asked Fhezik leadingly.
“We all saw ye turn into a bloody wolf-monstrosity!”, stammered Fhezik, his impatience clearly showing. “If it wasn’t ye, as ye say, who in the nine hells could it have been?”
“I couldn’t say”, came Alkolis’ reply. “I was here, resting in the grass.”
“No ya weren’t!”, came Fhezik’s aggravated reply. “We all saw ye change”, he said motioning to the others around him, who all nodded their heads in approval.
From his position on the ground, Alkolis looked around those circling him to each party member in turn, searching hard for an ally. Finally, he inhaled deeply and let out a long sigh before saying, “It is true then, it is as I feared.”
Fhezik leaned down and placed his hand reassuringly on Alkolis’ shoulder. “It’s alright, son. We will make sure this…”, began Fhezik’s emphatic consolation.
“You are all deceived by a powerful wizard’s grand illusion”, Alkolis cut him off.
“What?!” Fhezik could not believe what he just heard.
“Yes, I have suspected it for some time,” came Alkolis’ reply as he looked up at Fhezik with a stare of unbelievable seriousness. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Don’t let him fool you”, he said, his eyes glancing towards Beric. “He is a far more powerful illusionist that you can imagine, and he has always been jealous of me.”
Fhezik was stunned for a moment by what he was hearing. “Have you lost yer fuckin’ mind?”, he finally said. “We aren’t all deceived by some mage’s trickery, nor is yer brother behind it.”
“I feared you would say that”, came his reply. “You are too deeply mesmerized to see the truth. Free me and I will do my best to unravel that schemers sinister illusions.”
“Yer bloody daft is what you are. We all saw you change. We all saw you attack Theodriel the cursed stag elf-fella”, was all Fhezik could retort.
“No you didn’t,” Alkolis stated flatly.
“YES, WE DID!”, Fhezik shouted as he gestured wildly at the others for confirmation.
Revelations: Encountered Theodriel, a cursed elf, in a ruined tower. He is cursed to turn into a beautiful golden stag if he leaves the entrance to the tower. He has tried leaving several times, but local hunters have seen him and prize him for his golden coat. He is terrified to leave for fear he will be killed by the hunters.
Tasks Completed: None
New Tasks: Escort Theodriel (as a stag) to the town of Elturel safely so that he may have his curse removed.
Mysteries Solved: Yes, it is clear now that Alkolis is cursed as a werewolf.
Mysteries: Who cursed Theodriel and why?
Rewards: 450 XP