Branwen and I arrived today at this small southern village, just inside the forest near here. I’m forgetting the name of the forest, but no matter. I knew something was strange when we first arrived. The locals were initially very suspicious of us, which normally isn’t strange for small town folk in a village off the major trade routes. Small town folk tend to be wary of outsiders, however, it didn’t feel quite right to me. My suspicions were confirmed when a man at the inn told us to keep moving. We found out later that this man was a Grey Knight of the Silver Flame named Luther.
The day went by, and I met a man by the name of Tibalt. He was a bookish man with a knack for stories. He wished to collect his own, and I advised him to experience the world around in lieu of the book he was so fervently reading. Not trusting the town I advised him and Branwen to stay awake the night with me in the Inn, and it was a good thing we did. The villagers were attempting to kidnap us in our sleep.
When they found us awake they gave us an ultimatum, “come with us peacefully, or by force.” I chose the latter. They immediately attacked hurting Tibalt and surrounding us. It was a good thing Branwen met with the Grey Knight, as not long after he came into the inn to help. We fought off the attackers, and afterwards we found out just how far a Grey Knight is willing to go.
He killed all of the wounded cultists, save one. Lawfully executed for their participation in the cult, and attempted kidnapping/murder. Branwen was not phased by this in the slightest. Tibalt found it a bit unsettling, and I… well I don’t know what to think. I… Well. This is a difficult subject for me.
With the last living member of the attacking cult members to lead us, we are about to set off to stop the cult at its base of operations.