William is actually not that bad, for a necromancer. I mean…is it really so bad to try and bring the person you love most in the world back to life? Plus, he’s easy on the eyes. I managed to talk him down, reminding him that Felicia, as a paladin, might not want to come back to life after all this time, and telling him Enzo is dead by the hand of the guy that William hired to steal the sword from him, and oh by the way, there’s smoke rising from the general direction of Thorton’s Mill and Maria is probably in danger, so we should go figure out what’s going on. Now we’re making haste back to town, with a sorcerer ally and a whole lot of new and interesting experiences for our troubles. He’s done some sort of spell or something so that we can move faster, but I’m starting to get nervous. Halgrim’s giving me a ride on his shoulders, so I’ve got a great view of the fires as we approach town, and things do not look good. Oops, we’re nearly there; we’ve started to run into refugees. Guess I ought to get down and get ready to save people!
Later that night When we rounded the corner into the square, I thought my heart was going to drop into my feet. I was hoping he would assume I died, or would figure out I had survived and decide I wasn’t worth the trouble to find, but once again I underestimated my stupid, sadistic brother, and there he was, setting the town on fire in some dumb quest to find me and get back what he figured I owed him for the raid going bad (and probably beat the shit out of me for good measure). I’m not ashamed to say that when I first saw him I turned and ran. I have a number of scars to give testament to the tender manner in which my mother’s son raised me after she died. You’d run too.
But then I remembered (well, was reminded) that I had a number of allies with me, including a huge guy and an archer…so we turned around and fought them. Halgrim is so awesome. He killed Kelson twice! William freaked out when Maria said he would have to stand trial, and he brought all the dead bandits back as some sort of zombies. V. disappointing, as I really thought we were getting to be friends. Anyway, once they rebuild the tavern I am going to steal Halgrim the biggest tankard of ale I can carry. Wonder if I can roll out a keg without anyone noticing?
After the fires were all out and the wounded were tended to I went into the Moonsong Temple and wept and prayed in gratitude and thankfulness and guilt for what must have been hours. I do feel awful about the whole town being set on fire by people who were looking for me, but on the other hand…it wasn’t my fault, and I’ll do what I can to help rebuild. In the meantime, I’m still in Thorton’s Mill, but with more gold in my pockets than I’ve ever seen before in my life. What’s more, I get to keep it. Granted I have to split it with the others, but the rest is mine, to do with as I see fit, and now that Kelson is dead, no one is going to take it from me. I have a handful of allies who don’t expect me to do anything disgusting for my fair share of the loot (I might even call them friends, in that case), and we have a keep that Aratir assures me will be rat-free soon enough (just in case, I’m going to look for a cat). Under the circumstances, I find it really difficult to be anything other than jubilant. First thing I am going to do with the keep is make the most glorious shrine to Sehanine the world has ever seen!