Previously on Hellfrost (Feb. 17th, 2014):
It began, I was performing at the frosty kitten where I had met my former comrade, Cold Hands, who was taking swigs off his antler staff at the bar, quite a skill with the drink he had. In the corner of the room, I recognized a Mage I had met only once before, right about when I gave my arm to Aerow as reward for eternal companionship… But that’s a different story for another bar,at another time. Suddenly, the Mage stood up, wielded the blade he had been sharpening in the corner, walked over to Cold Hands, and stuck his naked blade straight into the heart of Cold Hands’s hand. My comrade laughed it off, removed the sword and flailed his staff toward the Mage. A fight broke out in a swirling of fists and kicks until the barkeep tossed them out. That’s when we heard it, the calling, a telepathic message if you will. Few know about this and even fewer can hear it. But there it was “Hands of mine, creatures have been stalking my town, strange creatures. There is a man waiting for you. Go to him and seek out these monstrosities. Find them and wait for my next message” and with that, the link was gone… For now. I raced with Aerow outside to meet my comrade and the Mage, for I know they had heard it too. We proceeded out into the darkening day to find a man whose name and looks were a mystery. Suddenly, there he was, and we knew. He introduced himself as Spooly and we were off. Into the wilderness we went, not knowing what we sought but feeling a terrible darkness creep across The Frost. I sat in the back huddled with Aerow for warmth, Cold hands making small chitchat next to Spooley, and the Mage sat with an intent, wide eyed, glare at the horses muttering something about conspiracy or something. BAM! A shot in the dark, a piercing point rang out and Spooly slumped to the ground. Panic swept through the air. The Mage screamed something about the horses, Cold Hands cast a spell and suddenly we were pole-vaulted into the air. Aerow and I landed safely to the right of the wagon, I on top of him. Cold Hands clumped into a heap at the front of the PAC and the Mage landed on top of the two entangled Percherons, screaming and wailing. More spines pierced the air, I ran for the woods, trying to spot our attackers. More arrows and there they were! Rider and wolf lunged forward with a boom, exposing the creatures. One was hit by the wave so hard that he began to shake. The other two jumped from the bushes and attacked my two companions. The Mage licked a tongue of fire onto his sword and melted one of the evils in half, Cold hands cast a consuming cloud around the other and he vanished into a pile of black powder. Suddenly the one in the woods came to life and lunged for me with a piercing point, I dodged, and swung my blade, with a swish I missed just as a torrent of rabbits overcame our last enemy. Everything but our enemy’s head was covered in a pulsating swarm of bunnies. What was exposed, soon was misaligned on fault of Aerow who deserved a reward. And that’s where I’ll leave my story for tonight, on this tales “previously on Hellfrost”.