Arkhad survives...just barely.

(posted on behalf of Elenbrand)

Working frantically to get the near lifeless body of his friend over his
shoulder Elenbrand briefly considered just leaving Arkhad
behind....No...he would continue to be useful...otherwise...who knows.
Getting out of the large Tavern the group looks about for some type of
help as Muriel looks over the body intently. Despite El's poor attempt
at convincing the crowd to point him to the nearest Suregeon.... Muriel
and Tyrion bail his lack of eloquism and find a healer in the crowd.

With the blood still dripping down his arms El takes a brief moment to
check and make sure the pouch containing the head Assasin's crystal is
safely on his person along with the few coins along the way. Hopefully
this break in the upper ranks of the Assasin's guild would have them
clambering to find a new leader rather than focussing their attention on
the "Agents of the King".

El uncerimoniously dumped the body of the limp brown skinned man onto
the feather bed his father had laid out for him. Again the wailing and
yelling in the Arkhad family home had El gritting his teeth....at least
until Arkhad's father started yelling at him. It was enough to ignite
the fire within El as blame was laid on Tyrion, Muriel and Elenbrand for
bringing this "tragedy" upon their family. It didn't help matters any
when El asked what tragedy. Fast talking saved his life and the
possibility of never seeing Arkhad again but the group knew that Arkhad
was now safe and the colour that had returned to his face after having
the crystal put on a chain around his neck assured the group that their
friend would be up and about again in a few months despite the healers
claim that he may be bed ridden for years.

Leaving a sealed note for Arkhad the balance of the group made their
plans. For Muriel there was no question that the crystal had given him
the power to do more things and his focus was now on researching
additional magics. For Tyrion the Assasins crystal, the third such
artifact the Agents had recovered, also provided some focus and despite
Muriel's sour looks decided to tag along with the dour wizard.

As for El...it was time to visit Grendel who now had somehow lost all
recollection (and the books he had brought with him) of his trip to
visit the group. Regardless there was a wealth of knowledge in the
ancient books that had been sent to Grendel and Minas Tirith was closer
to the King and the possibility that some form of direction or
communication might come back to them. Hopefully the scrolls El had
painstakingly sent had the desired effect....at least he knew they had
arrived for Grendel had been re-instated as an instructor although
seemed even more gregarious and absent minded than ever.

Breaking out one of the most expensive bottles of 2nd age Elven wines El
wondered how his Dwarven friends were doing.....oh well, time for a trip
later, back to trying to interpret this map of the Harad and the strange
language of the desert folk.