The bent over undead mage looked at her two new recruits, “Welcome to The Guild boys. I’ve got a special assignment for the two of you.”
She took a drag from her pipe, the smoke filtering out the various holes and worn spots in her flesh. The burly orc in front of her fed scraps of meat to the alien crab like monster he called his pet. The undead warlock with the spikey remnants of hair and crooked jaw stared back at the officer, “We’re ready to serve.”
The mage pulled out a newly inked map and handed it to the warlock, “One of our prime healers has gone missing. There was an unfortunate… incident, and we think her mind may have slipped a bit. It happens sometime to the Forsaken, the pressures of their new un-life can make them crack. But this one had potential and we need her back. But, we don’t need everyone in The Guild knowing the situation.”
The warlock eyed the map and handed it to the orc hunter, the expert tracker. “Understood, we can deal with this discretely.”
The mage smiled back, “Good. Your job is to track her, this was her last known dwelling, and determine if she’s salvageable. If so, bring her back. If not, well, we have other operatives who will deal with that.”
(more to come)
