Pollo? Solo sopra il mio corpo morto freddo - Elvino, Oberon & Karl stuck in the Untersteg

Pollo? Solo sopra il mio corpo morto freddo

Adventure account from the perspective of the young mercenary Elvino.

Elvino briefly woke up in the cellar theatre, only to be immediately overwhelmed by searing pain hailing from his previous leg injury, resonating through his entire body, accompanied by the stench of rotten cheese. The  wound needed treatment badly, and he could feel the inflammation pulsating. 

Elvino the Tilean Mercenary

Luckily the Elf Oberon was around to tend to his wounds. He bandaged them, put some ointment on the wound and cleansed it from splinters and dirt, that had contaminated the gash.

During a lucid moment, somebody told the incapacitated mercenary that he might just survive the whole ordeal, but the amount of pain he went through made him severely question the statement. And even if he survived, would he keep his leg? Otherwise he’d just be a useless cripple unable to fight, walk, or even stand. Fever dreams entwined with reality, so he was not too sure about what happened the next couple of hours.

Oberon the Elven "Healer"

He remembered the squinty-eyed bartender offering him some sort of oddly tasting fish roll, still, better than what was usually served in the Untersteg. What’s more is thatElvino was unable to walk particularly far, so he resorted to jump on a single leg, thus he managed to investigate the cellar theatre more thoroughly.

Apparently Christian was sufficiently pleased with their “work” at the former dockyard.The motley group of Karl, Oberon and Elvino found the time to listen to the market crier, who finally brought news about the quarantine, which annoyingly was still to be prolonged. Also the authorities apparently wanted to gather further information about the incident in Heideldorf. One was to contact the guardsman by the name Basil.

Karl: Halfling, Acrobat, Bird Trainer

Summoning up all his stupidity and naivety at once, Elvino simply strolled up to the closed gate, asked for said guard in order to provide some insight about the recent events at the Wurstfest. Moreover forgot to get rid of his hidden weapons first, was quickly disarmed and subject to lengthy interrogations. He had to explain himself to a Colonel Winzik, alongside a particularily menacing looking guy called Luther. The only one who seemed only so much as half decent was a medicus from Tilea, who agreed to take a look at his naive countryman’s wounds. Vino cursed himself, nothing good has ever happened when dealing with the authorities around here, yet somehow he still thought it was a good idea to just waltz in and unabashedly talk about, albeit toned down, the highly classified events had taken place days prior.

Well, it mostly resulted in further questions, a very significant loss of weaponry, and he henceforth was required to gather intel about whatever interesting or criminal was going on in the Untersteg. Therefore he was told to report back every morning before the patrol, or else they’d find him. Reluctantly he agreed, and made his way back to the cellar theatre, exhausted by the interrogations.