Raid on Leavendale
It looked like it was going to be a normal market day. Adolfiel was combing her hair in the bathroom until the last moment... though it never seems to work with the lads of the village, she always manages to annoy me and Streisan when she blocks the bath. Streisan was training her muscles cutting wood with her trident, and I was finishing the last page of a mostly interesting book about the history of Leavendale and the riots against the Charcoal Tax that almost completely destroyed the town 200 years ago.
As usual, I conjured my servant hand to finish packing for the market: furs from Adolfiel, wood and woodcarvings from Streisan and some medicinal herbs I had found while investigating a nearby copse of trees.
It was a gloomy and wet day indeed, and Adolfiel lost in a one minute rain shower all the coiffeur work of the morning.
We occupied our usual place in the market square, and less than an hour had passed when we heard a commotion coming from the outskirts of the village. Adolfiel went to take a look at what was happening and came back saying that some Humans were attacking the village, burning with oil and torches every house they could get their hands on!
We ran towards the closest battle din and found there a bearded Dwarf and a cloaked Human trying to protect some of the village's citizens from a band of nasty looking Humans. We aided as many villagers to flee the village as we could and the Dwarf and Human proved also to be quite resourceful during the escape, helping a woman and her child in a most spectacular way, although they seemed to have trouble jumping the pool near Clumliel's shop... something very strange, as even the elven kids seem to be able to jump it without a problem.
We run towards our cottage to verify that Mama was safe, and we found that the raiders had not discovered our home. We thanked the travellers and learnt their names: Vistra the Dwarf -the name sounds ridiculous in Elvish, but we try to avoid laughing too much when we are in front of her - and Tyrion the Human. We also learnt that the Dwarf is a female, even though she has a beard!
We immediately tried to gossip with her and asked whether Tyrion was her boyfriend, how they had met and whether they had Princesses in Dwarvenland, but she mumbled something about a headache and ajusted her helm tighter... a pity they don't talk much, as they make such a nice couple...
After a short refreshment, we went back to the village in time to see the last raiders shoving their captives into some longboats and departing. They seemed to be commanded by a big Human in full black plate armor and a red cloak. We promised ourselves we would not rest until we had rescued our fellow citizens from the claws of the raiders!
