After rescuing Lusca from the flaming building, Kendra proceeded to carry the party's busted ass on her backs, since everyone, except her, had been badly damaged. As she dragged Veduil unconscious body, the same guard that intercepted them minutes before came to them again, absolutely histeric with the scene before them. "WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING? WHY IS THAT BUILDING ON FIRE?" – Kendra sighed deeply and explained the situation to the guard, whom kept every single muscle in his body tense through the whole story. As soon as she finished, the guard ran away, returning minutes later with a distressed mayor, who wanted to hear the explanation once more. After being convinced that the fire was a necessary collateral damage to kill an evil monstrous creature, the old man calmed down, and, wiping the sweat from his forehead, thanked the heroes that killed the Spectator. That settled, they were taken to the hospital to treat their wounds, and remained there until the sunset.
Feeling better, they decided to leave the city and resume their journey to the mountains. As they reached the road that separates the town from the Sea of Stone, Varis noticed a change in the air. He looked to the horizon, beyond the Sea of Stones, and saw a massive sandstorm heading towards the city. Concerned, the party agreed to return to the city, just for safety, and entered the first tavern they saw. Lusca went to the owner and asked about the sandstorm, but he just laughed it off, affirming that it has been centuries since there has been a sandstorm that reached the city. Relieved, the group decided to do the wisest thing possible in a tavern: get HAMMERED. In an hour or so, Varis was very drunk and Veduil had blacked out with his face on the counter. Kendra and Lusca were tipsy, but fine.
When the performer made a pause between his musics, the girls noticed that the closed windows were moving with the wind, to the point of banging hard once against the sill. As the storm subsided, Kendra also noticed that there was sand flowing through the gap between the entrance door and the floor. Suspicious of these recent events, they woke up the bard, while the ranger left to take a leak. After a few minutes, a terrified man barged into the place, sweating and breathing heavily. Lusca gave him some water, and asked what happened, but all he could do was gesture and speak – "Two… big. No, giant… And a dead, and, and… pincers, and…" – and that was pretty much it. Kendra and Lusca seemed to overllok the mention to the "dead", and told the ranger what the man said, to which he concluded that he was probably talking about giant scorpions. The priestess had had it with this city and decided they would leave as soon as possible… but the innkeeper (and many others) told her it would be impossible to run away from the town with a layer of sand that thick. So she had another plan. Without uttering a single word, she started picking up bottles of alcoholic drinks, which pissed off the owner, who wouldn't let she take anything without telling him what she intended. She tried to convince him that she was trying to save everyone and that she should be in charge, but he wouldn't budge, so she told him that the alcohol was for the crafting of fire cocktails. Surprised and relieved, he took the bottles from her arsonist hands, and led the group to a room with some querosene barrels. While the argument went on, Varis looked through a window and saw the silhouettes of the enemys, walking veeeery slowly into the city. They used a bit of the querosene to fill bottles, and Kendra hid a whole barrel in the nearest street corner, to be used as an explosive trap, as the ranger sugested.
Lights were out, the customers went to the second floor, where the rooms are, and the owner revealed a trapdoor to the roof, on the 3rd floor. And they waited. Waited until the monsters passed near the corner with the barrel, ready to light it up with an arrow. As soon as they appeared, Kendra blew up the barrel, burning badly the closest scorpion, and Lusca followed up with a beam of light that pierced the Wight's chest. The undead retaliated immediately, firing a painful arrow in her stomach, forcing her to retreat downstairs to heal. Kendra jumped to the building across the street with the barrel, and the scorpion she blew up climbed up after her. After Lusca's spell, the Wight took cover behind the other scorpion, so when Varis tried to shoot him down, he ended up hitting the arachnid. Our unlucky bard barely made anything. Still drowsy from the all the beer he drank, he just had time to focus on an accurate shot with his crossbow. But before he had the chance to fire, the scorpion on the ground rammed into the building, shaking it, making him fall and hang on the edge of the building and almost doing the same thing with Varis. The Wight took the opportunity, and shot the bard in the arm, making him fall on the sandy street, and as he tried to run back into the tavern, the scorpion's sting got him in the back, knocking him unconscious once more. His life was saved by the owner of the tavern, whom distracted the beast with a cocktail, while dragging the bard's body back into the building.
On the other end of the battlefield, Kendra found herself in a duel with a giant scorpion, making she have second thoughts about separating from her team. She saw her whole life go by, as the deadly, poisonous sting stabbed fast towards her heart, but her quick reflexes allowed her to cast her Arcane Shield, which was just strong enough to deflect the obiously deadly attack. She dodged death once, but took some heavy blow soon after. In spite of that, she was able to deal a serious amount of damage to the scorpion, with some help of the nymph priestess across the street. In the meantime, Varis transformed the other scorpion into a practice dummy, nailing it with arrows and lots of magical thorns.
Suddenly, the atmosphere changed. Everyone, even the remaining scorpion, turned their attention to the Wight, whom was now emanating an eerie, dark aura. He once more drew an arrow, aiming in the space between Varis and the scorpion, and released. The arrow split in two dark projectiles, hitting the ranger and the beast at the same time, being the hit followed by an explosion of dark energy, which killed the wounded monster, and knocked the remaining fighters down. The undead knocked another arrow, but this time he shot it in the street where the barrel with querosene was still burning. Between the explosions sounds that followed the arrows, the heroes could hear hurried footsteps on the sand. They got up just in time to see a half-naked dwarf leap over the flames and throw a shiny hammer on the Wight, knocking it back and down into an alley. Before the creature even had time to react, the paladin dispatched the damned soul to the afterlife, after calling upon the bliss of Pelor. The destruction of the Wight was followed by another misterious sandstorm, that drove all the sand back to the desert miles away.
As the battle was over, Varis and Kendra climbed down the walls to salute the friendly dwarf that came to their aid… while Lusca fumed with wrath, furious with the fact that an outsider interfered with her battle, killing her prey. Then, on a angry tantrum (while everyone else partied relieved), the priestess stomped through the city, searching for a stable, where she then proceeded to steal a horse, head back to the tavern, and demand that her companions followed her out of the city. It would have been a really imponent scene, if the horse wasn't stolen, if Veduil wasn't down and out, and if all this scene wasn't caused by a childish rage which only an excessively proud race would understand. Kendra convinced Lusca to wait until the bard recovered from his wounds, but Lusca could not stand the sight of Tordan, the dwarf paladin, so she set off into the night, to roam around aimlessly, just to vent out her anger and feel the wind in her hair.
Party XP – 2800 (700XP each)