Obadai the Hand-less

* Mal entered the room shortly after seeking out Obadai. He looked intent on getting his revenge. Obadai looked at Mal, not realising who he was at first. Mal approached the bed, looked down at Obadai and pulled out his axe. Tyrian took this opportunity to carve a shell into Obadai's chest with his sword. "You killed my best friend and you took my tavern," Mal started. I closed the door as Mal raised his axe, "Looks like I need to take from you, the tools you used to take from me." He brought down the axe with enough force to hack his hand away from his wrist.
 
* Obadai screamed as he moved arm away. Blood splattered everywhere. Mal then brought his axe down on his other hand and almost severed the whole hand. Obadai, in panic, pulled his arm away with enough force to force the rest to come away. Mal immediately then cast a healing spell and healed Obadai so that he was no longer bleeding but now had stubs. Obadai was still in shock though even though he was no longer in pain.
 
* Tyrian was happy with the results of the healing spell on his carving, as it left a scar with the design in place. He called me over to look at his work. Quickly looking, I then wiped the blood that had splashed onto me then left the room as Petros came in. I needed a drink and headed to the bar.
 
* The bar was pretty much empty and most stripped clean. There was one guy left trying to pry the wooden walls apart. I looked to see if there was any liquor left but it was all gone. My companions had come into the room at that point and I turned to Mal, "Do you have a secret cabinet or something?" Mal raised his fingers to his chin in thought then grinned, "Why yes... I do." He moved to a cabinet which he opened in a unique way to reveal an opening with stairs leading down. It was completely dark and Mal handed a candle over to me to light. Making my way down, Tyrian, Mal and Struth followed.
 
* The cellar was loaded with barrels of liquor and barrels of various pickled vegetables. After stashing what we could away, we got stuck into the remainder. After a while, Mal left then he came back shortly asking for help with something. He looked to me and I nodded. Getting up, Tyrian also offered to assist. At this stage, it was decided it was about time to leave as well so Petros went to check if there were any horses and Struth starting priming the tavern to burn it down.
 
* We followed Mal up the stairs and back into Obadai's room. Obadai was now untied and unconscious on the bed. Mal looked to me and said that he did not want Obadai to burn. Between the two of us, we carried the half-orc out of the tavern while Tyrian held the doors open. Petros was already out with a packed donkey by his side he had named Pickles. Struth followed shortly and threw a Molotov cocktail behind him. The tavern caught fire and began to burn. We watched for a while then was alerted to some coughing. Looking at Obadai, he awakened and then looked around him. He pleaded with us to take him but we left him with his burning tavern. Luckily Mal was no longer interested in the tavern.
 
* It was decided that we should continue onto Morphus but we would cross the countryside on the most direct route. Along the way, we decided to set up camp for the night. Mary and Mal had a conversation, that we could all overhear, and Alf commented as to the weirdness of the conversation. It seemed that there were more changes in store for Mal. Mary and Mal settled for the night after Mal had a conversation with Petros. At this stage, Tyrian and I had cracked a bottle of vodka and a jar of pickles. We enjoyed each other's company before settling for bed ourselves.