Session 16
Our adventure began early in the morning at the construction of a dam that the local residents were building to ensure themselves an abundant catch. They promised us food and a trial in exchange for our work, and indeed, they fed us. However, before the trial could begin, a shaggy figure appeared from the forest—a man in rags and a deer skull mask named Iskar. He angrily addressed the villagers, declaring that their actions were disrupting the balance, and that life would have to be paid with life. With these words, he disappeared into the forest, leaving everyone in anxious anticipation.
The trial hadn’t even started when the wife of the local leader began to give birth. The child was born but showed no signs of life. Then Tari remembered Iskar’s words: “Life must be paid with life.” At that moment, Erdal suggested sacrificing the leader, but the dwarf Name, in a fit of existential despair, decided to sacrifice himself. He died, but alas, this did not save the child—the sacrifice was in vain. Apparently, someone from the local residents needed to die.
After this, the trial began. The villagers confessed that they had long known the fate of those who hunted for the Tower—they usually went mad and perished in the forest. Realizing this, they began to rob the poor souls so that the goods wouldn’t go to waste, and they did the same with us. All our belongings had already been sold in the city. They were ready to tell us to whom exactly, but only if we promised not to seek revenge. We refused.
After the trial, they released us. The Nameless noticed a flaw in the dam’s construction and reported it. Erdal, wasting no time, made a small ditch in it in half an hour. We spent the night in the forest, and in the morning heard a rumble—it was the dam collapsing, eroded by water overnight. Brewing tea, we watched from the edge of the forest as the villagers tried to cope with the consequences of the destruction. At this moment, Erdal noticed that the silhouette of magical lines in the sky resembled a dragon’s wing.
The results of our adventure were as follows: our money—65,000 mysteries—was spent on buying fish fry, fish, and building the dam, and our property was sold for 3,000 mysteries. Apparently, only big idiots could have obtained it.
