The forested area was a common stopping point for travelers between Greyhawk and Dyvers. However, as the adventurers got a fire going and ate their evening meal they felt as if they were the only people in all the world. Shadows crept in around them as the sky filled with a dazzling collection of stars. The stars contrasted with the light of the fire, lending an aura of wonder and mystery to the adventurers’ surroundings.
It took four long, wearying days for the adventurers
to gather the children, treasure and provisions from the hags’ lair and load
them into the wagons the monsters had used to bring them to the Bearded Lord’s
Hollow. From there, it took another three days to drive the wagons back to
On the way back to Greyhawk, the adventurers stopped
at Oakdale and other settlements in the hills to return children who lived in
those communities to their families. It was as joyous as it was sad, some
parents relieved that their children were safe and others merely saddened as
they buried their loved ones.
The caravan was attacked once on the journey back to
Greyhawk, by a gang of orc and goblin brigands who were eager for the treasure
and food they thought they could gain. It was the worst mistake the monsters
could have made. The adventurers were still seething with anger at what the hags
had done to their victims, and eager for something to take it out on.
The monsters were crushed like flies and left to rot
at the side of the road.
When the adventurers reached Greyhawk, it took them
another week to return all of the living children to their parents. Pieden
Ronard was reunited with his son Elian, not even thanking the adventurers as he
marched off down the street. Louella was beside herself with joy, nearly
crushing Amyalla in the thankful hug she gave the halfling for bringing Sienna
home. Morin and Jacquileene Listell came to Greyhawk to take Teddyrun home
after a joyous reunion, leaving the adventurers a large coffer of gold coins in
thanks for their deed.
At the same time, Luna also made arrangements with the
temple of Pelor in Greyhawk to give a decent burial to the bodies of the
children who the adventurers had not been able to save. Many of those children
had no one to claim them, and were likely street children or abducted from
faraway lands. The temple of Pelor also arranged for the care of the few living
children who had no one to claim them.
Eventually, the adventurers were left on their own, nearly
two and a half weeks after the battle at the Bearded Lord’s Hollow. Revafour
mentioned that he needed to leave Greyhawk, even if just for a couple of days,
and the rest of the adventurers insisted on accompanying him.
The group marched west out of Greyhawk, traveling for
almost a day, before they made camp in a forested area just off the road to the
city of Dyvers.
The forested area was a common stopping point for
travelers between Greyhawk and Dyvers. However, as the adventurers got a fire
going and ate their evening meal they felt as if they were the only people in
all the world. Shadows crept in around them as the sky filled with a dazzling
collection of stars. The stars contrasted with the light of the fire, lending
an aura of wonder and mystery to the adventurers’ surroundings.
Finally, far away from it all, the companions felt a
sense of peace and relief that they had not experienced since before their battles
at the Bearded Lord’s Hollow. The fire grew brighter as the night grew longer,
both comforting and warming all at once.
For a long time, they had sat in silence, until
Revafour finally spoke.
“Why did you all come with me?” he asked, looking from
one to the other of the people who had accompanied him on his journey.
“Because we’re like you,” Seline said. She looked at
Luna and Ma’non’go, who nodded in agreement. “We needed to get away from
everything, even if only for a while.”
“But you could have gone off on your own,” Revafour said.
“You didn’t have to come with me, either,” he continued, turning to look at
Airk and Amyalla.
“Why wouldn’t we?” Amyalla asked. “Where else would we
“Anywhere,” Revafour said.
“Yes, but what would be the purpose?” Weimar said. “We
would just be alone again, would we not? Besides, everyone has to be somewhere,
and here is as good a place as any.”
“So what do you plan to do now?” Amyalla asked.
one, am not certain, Ma’non’go
signed with his hands. Luna and Seline had begun teaching the rest of the
adventurers the sign language Ma’non’go used to communicate, and they could now
understand his basic conversations. Will
our association end here, as we go our separate ways?
The look on Ma’non’go’s face reflected his
disappointment at the thought, and the rest of his companions were following
They sat in silence for several moments, until Airk spoke.
“Who says it has to end here?” he said. “Think of it-I
knew little of either of you before we came together,” he continued, looking at
Amyalla and Revafour, “and yet here we are. Is there any reason why we should
split up? What would it accomplish?”
“Nothing!” Luna said immediately. She seemed rather
embarrassed as everyone looked at her, surprised by her outburst. “It’s
just…there’s no reason for us to split off, is all,” she said.
“And I’d personally hate for it to end this way,”
Weimar said, “particularly after everything we’ve been through together.”
That made Revafour stare up at the starlit sky, a
faraway look in his eyes.
“Together…” he said.
“That’s what we all have in common,” Weimar said,
glancing from one to the other of his companions. “We’ve all been wandering,
alone in our own ways…searching for something. Who’s to say that, together, we
might not have found it?”
“Just so,” Weimar said with a smile.
company, then? Ma’non’go signed,
the expression on his face showing how pleased he was by the thought.
“Just so,” Weimar repeated.
“Well then, what should we call ourselves?” Amyalla
Revafour was thinking about the question, as he
resumed looking up at the beautiful starlit sky. He started at the howling he
heard in the distance, the songs of the wolves as they greeted the night.
“The silver wolf,” he said with a faraway look in his
eyes. “The stars of the sky, and the songs of the wolves. Many of them may
start out alone, but then they can come together into a pack.”
“Wolves howl to call their packs together, to locate
one another when they’re lost and to communicate over long distances, to remind
them that they’re not alone,” Weimar said.
“Is that what we are, then?” Airk asked. “Akin to
wolves, come together in a pack under the silver sky?”
“The Company of the Silver Wolf?” Seline said,
speaking for all of them.
None of her companions replied to her. They didn’t
need to, as they each knew what the other was thinking.
Some of them settled down to sleep, and some of them
took the first watch.
The Company of the Silver Wolf prepared at dawn to
return to Greyhawk, the sunrise providing a fitting background to the bright
new future they saw together.
Dedicated to the memory of Gary
Gygax, without whom none of this would be possible.