Wicht
Hero
When Kalath lets them know of his interest in exploring Wicht's Lair, the Ancient Masters summon him and present him with a large Iron skull-topped Key and a map. The map, they explain shows the way to the entrance to the lair and the key will open the front gate.
"To enter Wicht's lair," the ancient Masters explain, "You must first pass through a cemetery. The cemetery is marked on the map. The cemetery itself is a dangerous place and we think there may be hidden entrances into Wicht's lair in some of the tombs. Be cautious however!
"The main entrance to the lair is found on the other side of the cemetery. The top layer of the lair we believe to be inhabited by goblins and perhaps orcs as well."
Then as they send him on his way they wish him luck.
The journey to the cemetery is peaceful enough, almost too peaceful. Kalath finds himself growing bored with inaction. And then after what seems like an eternal journey he reaches the sight. He stands on a hill overlooking a small private cemetery, scarcely two acres in size. There are no tombs within it, only small tombstones.
A path winds around the cemetery fence, a fence that is admittedly rather large and ominous for such a small peaceful place. There are two small figures seated in front of the large iron gate.
It is the night of the sword and the moon is full illuminating the small valley below Kalath.
"To enter Wicht's lair," the ancient Masters explain, "You must first pass through a cemetery. The cemetery is marked on the map. The cemetery itself is a dangerous place and we think there may be hidden entrances into Wicht's lair in some of the tombs. Be cautious however!
"The main entrance to the lair is found on the other side of the cemetery. The top layer of the lair we believe to be inhabited by goblins and perhaps orcs as well."
Then as they send him on his way they wish him luck.
The journey to the cemetery is peaceful enough, almost too peaceful. Kalath finds himself growing bored with inaction. And then after what seems like an eternal journey he reaches the sight. He stands on a hill overlooking a small private cemetery, scarcely two acres in size. There are no tombs within it, only small tombstones.
A path winds around the cemetery fence, a fence that is admittedly rather large and ominous for such a small peaceful place. There are two small figures seated in front of the large iron gate.
It is the night of the sword and the moon is full illuminating the small valley below Kalath.