Event on Target

A rustle comes from a bush alongside the road. You leap off your horse, sword in hand, to investigate. You peer into the bush for a moment and then suddenly thrust your arm inside and pull out a man-sized, red-skinned creature. The pit fiend picks himself off the ground and dusts himself off.

"Who are you and why have you been spying on us!" you demand.

The pit fiend looks at you and smirks. "I am Shalongrarg. I am here on orders from my brother from the north-east."

"And just who is your brother to order you to spy on me?"

"My brother is The Great Lord Jared," the pit fiend declares proudly. "No doubt you have heard of him. His conquests are legendary. All tremble at his name."

The pit fiend's arrogant smile vanishes as you burst out laughing. "Jared? Yes, I know of him. I have heard that he is a two-bit highwayman who leads a ragtag band of hedge thieves on miserable little raids. Legendary conquests? His laughable escapades are like the buzzing of a gnat that is barely worth the effort to swat. And you, Shalongrarg, have the gall to try to intimidate me with such a pathetic reputation!. Tell me, you sunburned toad, what does this laughingstock of a lord want with the great Sandro?"

"I... I have orders to remain silent." Shalongrarg stammers, at a loss for words. Never before has anyone dared to speak of his brother thus.

"Tell me of your brother's plans or I will have you quartered one limb at a time."

The pit fiend slouches and stares silently at the ground. You grab his horns and force him to look you in the eyes. "You have been looking for Sandro and now you have found him. Now tell me why your worm of a brother is interested in him!" Shalongrarg's eyes bulge and ears bleed under the immense pressure of your grip. You pull him close to your face. "I will crush your skull like an eggshell if you don't answer my questions!" You suddenly release the wretched demon, and he falls to the ground. You raise your foot and place it on top of his head.

"Wait, wait!" the pit fiend sobs. "I'll tell you want to know. When my brother learned that you had the artifacts, he ordered his troops to seize them from you at all costs. I was sent to get information on your numbers and movements."

You pick Shalongrarg up by the head again and look him in his terrified eyes again. "So, your brother plans to challenge me. Perhaps some of your people have courage in them. Perhaps they are not all like you, sheep to be slaughtered." With a quick twist of your wrist, Shalongrarg's neck snaps loudly and he falls to the ground. Suddenly you hear a loud noise from all of the bushes surrounding you. A large army attacks you.