Pike was dying. Pike was dying, and it was because of Grog. So much had happened within the last ten or so minutes that it was hard to decipher what even had happened, but everyone could tell, and knew, Grog had stabbed Pike.

They had been teleported from Umbrasyl’s lair, thanks to Keyleth’s spell, but it became very quickly the actual stakes of their situation. Keyleth, Vax, Vex, and Percy had been transported somewhere else. Meanwhile Pike (who was dying), Scanlan, Grog, and you, had been teleported to what looked like the mountains of Tal’Dorei.

Pike was lying on the ground, a hole in her stomach, crimson red staining her and her clothes. She was alive and awake, but bleeding. She sputtered slightly, Scanlan immediately by her side, helping her position herself so Pike could attempt to heal herself. Grog, was in shock, and had a hint of fear in his expression. It was the damned blade. It was cursed, and Pike knew it. She didn’t blame Grog, but she needed that sword away from him.