Out of the Apple cart, into the Cellar

Out of the Apple Cart into the Cellar


After ensuring Khel was secure with the Elf, Dror went back into the townhouse to ensure that anDrok didn’t botch things up, after all, he was merely a henchmen and likely would trip over his own words telling the guards an unlikely story.

After passing the main gate, with an impressive display of Singing and Archery, the Elf and our Hero Khel managed to get past the guards, despite Khels constant display of bravado. For the love of the Elves, he was throwing apples at the guards while I was trying to woo our way past the guards. “Fool of a Rennighar”

We soon parted our ways with Gort and began the long walk to the farmhouse.

The sun was on the horizon when at long last the farm house was in sight.

“Hey Khel, isn't that the farmhouse over there?”

“I don’t see anything yet…wait, maybe it is. You sure have keen eyesight my friend.”

“Yes, the advantage of a proper diet of vegetables and fruits with an unmatched physical regime and living a healthy life and my elven heritage has blessed me with superior vision.”

The look of disgust, mixed with boredom on Khels face was evident from a mile away. Deciding that this comment wasn’t worth a rebuttal, the team ( I use this term loosely) approached the farmhouse.

“This place is abandoned?” ask Foloshal.

“Yes, it would seem so, but only just recently”


Upon entry to the house, it was very dark. But Foloshal's Elven eyes could clearly see that there was a hole in the entryway dropping to the floor below. With the grace of an Elven dancer, Foloshal limberly jumped to the side and Khel, a little less gracefully followed the Elf into the house.

“Hey F, we should go down there and see what we can find?” mutters Khel, ever the curious one.

Khel, in his infinite wisdom, begins rummaging through the house looking for rope.
“Must be some rope around here somewhere hey F?”

“Hey, where’d you go?”

“I’m down here you crazy human, even your type knows how to build a set of stairs…”

Khel, a little embarrassed, walks down the stairs to the floor below and upon realizing his find, smiles with great glee.

“We have found the mother load!” cries out Khel.

For in fact, the pair had found a well stocked cellar with all the contents still intact.

Khel quickly searches around and sure enough finds a tap and slams it home into the nearest keg marked “Special Vintage” and begins to pour.

Hmmm…I wonder if this Elf can handle any drink, wonders Khel.

“Hey F, I bet you three silver pieces you can't drink three pints of this in half an hour?”

“I bet your right Khel, as a refined gentle elf as myself, I would sip it slowly and enjoy the aromas and flavors gracefully, unlike your barbarous drinking methods of imbibing everything in sight as quickly as possible”

“Your fucking boring you know that, you’re killing me slowly but surely with your crap.”

“Excuse me, I am anything but boring, why back home I cam considered a rebel,always on the move and adventurous”

“Yeah, well out here in the real world you’re a stick in the mud!”

“I never!” states Foloshal

“I believe it” challenges Khel with a twinkle in his eye. “ Let the drinking begin!”

Well, two hours later, singing and merriment could be heard from miles away, it was fortune or simply plain good luck that nobody was nearby as the pair drank very, very heavily and were so inebriated, they could see stars in the corner of their vision.


“Hey Khel ,this stuff is good for human wine hey?” hiccups Foloshal.

“No shit Sherlock! Man, anyway, tell me, what made you crawl from underneath the moss in elvenholme and come join the land of the living anyhow?”

Having lost all control, Foloshal tells the tale of the 7 rods (this story takes place before Foloshal finds out its one rod broken into 7), the rods purpose and his quest to find them.

“I’m going to come back to Elvenholme and prove to the nobles that we need to unite our races once more and that the Elves can once again face the other races in a position of leadership and power”

“Wow, isn’t that great. I’m feeling a little sleepy thanks to your stories, I'm gonna crash”

Khel and Foloshal find the nearest stack of rubble and fall asleep, otherwise known as passing out.

The next day, with heads full of hammers, Foloshal and Khel await the arrival of anDrok and Dror.

“What’s that cloud I see in the distance?” enquires Foloshal.

“Holy shit, its the Palentine Army!!” “it looks like they are heading toward my fathers homeland! We must make haste and warn him”

“Should we not wait for anDrok and Dror”

After an hour the train of soldiers, flag bearers and supply chains finally rolls by into the distance. Then, four small clouds of dust could be seen in the distance…

Androk and Dror, arriving at the farmhouse, can see the pair are in a sorry state, leaning on each other for support.

“Hey boss, I brought you guys some horses, you okay?

“Yes, we are fine, however we must make hast and get to my father”

“I could lead you across country and at the speed this army is travelling I'm sure we could arrive before them” states Foloshal.

“So be it, lets ride!!”