Session 11: Torbin's Tor Report

General Summary

The heavy stone door slammed open with enough force to further widen the small crack at its base. The pale skinned dwarf that walked through the now open doorway paid no attention to it. Dorrovan always enjoyed slamming the heavy doors. It was an excellent way to show off his strength and intimidate the men under his command.   He confidently strode into the small chapel, immediately locking eyes with the fiendish priest that walked out from behind one of the four life sized idols at the center of the room.
“What was all that noise down here, eh? Did we have intruders?’   The bearded face of the devil was seemingly split in half by two pointed rows of teeth as it smiled at the Duergar captain.
“Yes, in a way we did. Some of Torbin’s acquaintances found their way to our little outpost.”   “Acquaintances?”   “I think our devoted leader has finally made good on his promise and found our potential prophets. Four of them matched the descriptions set forth in the Prophecy of the New Shadow.”   As he answered the devil turned back to the four statues and, almost lovingly, began caressing them. He continued to speak but lowered his voice to a whisper that was lost on the Duergar.
“Soon, so very soon, …”   Having little patience for the fiend’s madness, Dorrovan walked up to the cooing priest and shoved him forward, breaking its reverence.
“Enough of that. Was Torbin with them? We have been waiting for years now. My men are more than a little anxious and even I am getting tired of waiting for his signal. This place may be better than Lac Drotach, but not by much. Either we get the order to act soon, or I am offering my services elsewhere.”   The fiend’s smile disappeared, and a dangerous fire was kindled in its eyes at the words of the Duergar captain.
“Infidel! You sold more than your service to the New Shadow. There is no going back, no leaving. Torbin is the first pebble that will set an avalanche in motion. We must have faith in him. He knows what is best. If he says to wait here until he gives a signal, then that is what you and your wretched men shall do. Or else…”   Undaunted by the devil’s threats Dorrovan grabbed him by his long black beard. The sharp blades attached to the coarse hairs failed to pierce the thick callused skin on his hands.
“Listen to me, you worthless hell spawn. If you ever threaten me or my crew again, I will string you up with your own beard. As for Torbin…you are right. We should do as he said. He told us to wait here until he gave us a sign. Now, these visitors show up resembling the awaited prophets, and you say they were sent here by Torbin himself? Looks like a sign to me.”   The devil’s eyes shifted from one side of the room to the other, as if to look for back-up, or maybe a way out. Neither could be found.
“I don’t think …”   The Duergar captain released fiend, shoving him down onto the ground.
“Well, I do. The time has come to leave this place. We are going up top and taking that stupid little human settlement. Den has no idea what is coming for it.”