Out Of Session: A Twist Of The Knife

I sit up in the dark, the sweat sticks the sheets to my legs. I turn and sip some water in the hope that the boys face will fade from my minds eye. It doesn't. I need rest, but for the last five days I have replayed the moment when the light of his life leaves his young body.
I tell myself that if we hadn't me and my friends may be dead now too, that it if it wasn't me it would have been someone else, someone crueler.
I lie back down, I must sleep, the ships will arrive soon and I will need to be alert and ready... perhaps I need some clerical guidance to stop this haunting.

Session III: The Killing Moon, Part I - Markus Duchèsne

Groem sat across the large mahogany table, his huge belly bulging over the top of his breeches and large damp stains under his arms. Markus noticed a particularly sadistic twinkle in the Goblins eyes today...

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He couldn't quite believe that he had accepted the job. It was arguably a matter of appearing weak and indecisive in front of his friends, after all Groem was his contact within the Uncles. Besides neither Lugus nor Eriamas had openly objected to the job. Perhaps they were made of sterner stuff, or perhaps they were silenced by the dawning realisation of the horrors which lay ahead. He was certain of only one thing, nothing good was going to come of this.

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It was agreed, There was to be no unnessary bloodshed. The plan was simple, smuggle them up the Serpent to the village of Merryment. From there they were on their own, homeless, but alive. With any luck it would all be over by morning and as far as the Uncles were to know, the job had been taken care of...