News of Vassil's capture

A song drifts around the village on the wind…

♫ Beware the sin, when ye begin,

Oh elfin man o' passion... ♫

♫ For fool be 'im, who's novel whim

Doth soon go out o' fashion... ♫

♫ What ill mistake... the bread's near baked,

The oven needs attendin'... ♫

♫ An' where's the baker? Out the back.

'Gainst cats the rats defendin'. ♫

♫ Ah poor ol' baker... can't yer see,

That when yer's beat the cats, ♫

♫ The rats'll bite an' scratch wi' glee

An' wear yer ears fer hats. ♫

♫ So shall ye, dear ol’ Vassil, be

A vessel to the dark? ♫

♫ Nah torch ta keep the rats at bay,

'is future's lookin' stark... ♫

Ah yes… it would seem that the elf, Vassil, has put himself into a grave predicament this week. Perhaps an elf should know better than to verbally defend a drowess against his eldar. Little is known about what actually happened when he was taken captive in the drow cave, but the event caused the death of the eldar herself, Linwe, at the hands of Ivarru, the powerful demon, when nobody answered her calls for help to formulate a rescue.

Now she is gone, her body unceremoniously dumped at the elven hall by the tavern keeper (‘What do they think my tavern is? A crypt?’), and the elves flounder, uncertain what to do, their unity crumbling amid stubborn disagreement between each other.

Vassil, on the other hand, has now been seen roaming the village, apparently given leave to wander by his captor, but he is raving as if enchanted… speaking of his need to rescue this drowess from what he claimed to be an imminent sacrifice by the aforementioned demon. Reminding him of his wife and newborn son seemed futile – his mind would not turn from the dark and the drowess. What a mystery are the elvenfolk… Upon hearing of the eldar’s death, however, his rage grew, and he vowed to embark upon a personal mission to kill the demon, amid protests from onlookers. Out of control, it seemed, he launched a sudden attack on a succubus, before storming off in search of Ivarru. Oh, inevitability… when seen next, he had been brought down in the village by the mighty demon and his drow allies and left for dead.

Now recovering, what path might this elven mind take? Some say he is mad… some say enchanted. Some say he is conspiring with the drow. Whatever the truth, the ones who must be most ill-effected are his loving wife, Mandi, and their new son… what a mercy they are far away from the situation…