Campaign Chronicles

  06 - 07 Deepkolt 349 AC THE PROTECTOR'S TOWER Ornforithalas approaches the Protector's Tower. The sentries outside open the door to allow him entrance. "The commander is in her war room - fifth floor." The newly reinstated captain nods, heads inside, and makes his way up the stairs. He finds Commander Parnitha inspecting the map spread across her table. She doesn't turn but takes a deep breath, "Ornforithalas. Report." Ornforithalas speaks, his tone crisp and professional, “My scouts are organized and drilled. Two-rank volley discipline is improving. Morale is steady. We are ready for deployment.” Parnitha continues to study the map. She picks up one the figures so he can see it, “Kysek himself is airborne scouting?” “Yes, Commander," he replies. She taps one of the markers near the outskirts of Tarithnesti. “We’ve already committed troops to forward ambush positions.” Another tap marks the roads leading toward the caverns. “Evacuation rout...

06 Deepkolt 349 AC THE PROTECTOR'S TOWER Commander Parnitha steps out onto the balcony of her office. She stares out over the river where Eilra is setting out in a narrow canoe with two rowers. The captain is heading out to check for places the Dragonarmy could cross the river. They tow a raft with bundles of sharpened stakes they plan on dropping into narrow bends to foul, or even better, punch holes in enemy boats. She turns and heads back inside. Her table is covered with a map that is in turn covered with tiny colored figures, each representing the troops she has scattered throughout the forest. Parnitha opens the top drawer of her desk and pulls out a tiny chest. She slowly opens it, revealing a green crystal on a silver chain. She hangs the chain around her neck and wraps her fingers around the crystal. "Hopefully, we never need you." AT THE FIRST FARMSTEAD Raven, Ra'ziir, and Grotto have pulled six volunteers from the bladesinger's squad of scouts. The...

27 Newkolt 349 AC A Khur strides forward with the authority of someone used to being obeyed. His boots crunch sharply in the blue sand. A dozen warriors dressed in the same colors follow behind him in tight formation. Their presence quiets nearby conversations. This is someone important. The Khur stops a few paces from Arthur and studies him with a long, hard stare. His scowl is unmistakable. “You.” His voice carries easily across the gathered warriors. “You are the outsider who shouted down half this camp. You revealed a kidnapping. You accused a wizard of treachery. You nearly started a battle between tribes.” The man folds his arms inside his sleeves, posture rigid. He steps closer, the warriors behind him spread slightly, not threatening—but unmistakably forming a presence. The Khur’s gaze narrows. “So I will ask you plainly, stranger. Why did you involve yourself in this mess?” The camp grows very quiet again. Dozens of warriors watch Arthur closely. Arthur stands and ...

NOTE: This adventure is based on "The Riders of Khur" from DL15 Mists of Krynn.  26 Newkolt 349 AC It takes several days for Agnes to use her limited healing magic to mend the injuries suffered during the battle with the dragon. During that time, Davaa and Altan keep a surreptitious watch on the gates of Ak-Baral, keeping tabs on who is coming to and leaving from the city. Neither of them notice anyone who stands out. A troupe of merchants depart, bound for the southern settlements. A different group of riders leaves the next day, headed east. Two groups of Khurs arrive about three days apart, looking to trade in the city market. Altan sells his and Davaa's horses and acquires a pair of camels, telling Arthur that they are ready to leave when he is. "Lets get one last good night of sleep and get a few last minute items we may need and set off in the morning." Arthur heads to the market looking for any items that he may find useful for the trip. He searches ...