Osric Rescues a Fair Maiden

While I want to view the bright side of the world and the fantastic outcome of the death of a tyrant in the process of rescuing this fair elven maiden (who does seem to perhaps be hard of sight or just has poor taste in men). It is with a heavy heart I must also say goodbye to a fellow brave warrior in one Yera umm something or other. A giant of a woman with a real knack for battle if I do say so myself while obviously not up to knightly standards a true warrior and fearsome participant in any battle one I would choose as an ally over an enemy every day. But back to my daring rescue and toppling of a tyrant.
 
We entered Osset by subterfuge which while against my preferences it was felt necessary to get into the city and get a lay of the land. The lay of the land in this instance was not positive, there were public executions for seemingly no true reason and a great destruction of land and property. Led to believe this was a lawful town I saw men firing at innocent scholars attempting to escape from a flaming building as well as others being hanged in the streets for seemingly existing. As a proud noble of Videssos this wanton slaughter of those who would support my countrymen did not sit right with me but as my masters used to teach you must first understand the enemy to defeat them. Yera managed to find us an in with some local group, a bit rougher than expected and seemingly lacking in manners, who caught us up on the situation of the town. As this occurred it was clear we were dealing with a Tyrant this Gorag Goldcrown clearly an incorrect name as there was no gold in his worth.
 
While my companions hummed and hawed on how to proceed with one seemingly suggesting raiding the college for unknown reasons we eventually set off to challenge the cretin. Upon approach at the villainous lair with his henchmen at hand Yera and I scared them off interfering as we made our move to the heart of the dangers. Keeping an eye on our less physical companions in the goblin and elder elf Yera and I knew we would need to be the ones to save this city and possibly the continent as a whole. As much as I would like to claim the title of his vanquisher I must confess Yera beat me to the beast in this instance unfortunately resulting in the loss of her life. With the loss of Yera so recent and painful the elven maiden apparently looking for anything to latch onto in this crazy world chose the small goblin Mork who renounced his err faith(?) immediately.