Campaign Chronicles

08 Deepkolt 349 AC Romulus turned as reinforcements from the Ravagers of Kern rounded the corner two blocks away. They advanced at a trot, feet falling in step. Shields held at the ready, heavy chopping swords in their hands. Loose bits of gravel at Macula's feet rattled as they approached. The archmage shook his head. He raised his hand and spoke a single word. Frost evaporated. Breath stopped fogging in the air. The spell swept forward sucking every ounce of moisture from its borders. Skin shriveled. Eyes sank into hollow sockets. Skin pulled tight across bones as the muscles beneath were desiccated. Rank after rank of ogre crashed to the ground - dead of dehydration. The ogres at the back of the column slowed and began to look around, although whether they were seeking escape or a different route to strike at the wizard from was unclear. With no enemies nearby, Raven drew Luican's bow and set arrow to string. He saw the approaching dragon and fired. Four crystal-tipped a...

Raven walked into the tavern. The bandit leader had a knife to the bartender's throat, using him as a human shield. "That's close enough, stranger. One more step and the old man gets it." Raven slowly unbuckled his sword belt and let it drop to the floor. He removed his green jacket and hung it across the back of a chair. A smile slowly spread across the criminal's face. "That's more like it." Raven reached up and removed his hat by the brim. For a moment, the bandit almost laughed. Then Raven threw it. The crimson hat spun through the air. The broad brim, which had always seemed soft and flexible, became suddenly rigid as it turned, striking the bandit across the jaw with the force of a mailed fist. The thug staggered, his grip loosening. The bartender dropped away from the knife. The hat curved through the air and returned neatly to Raven's waiting hand. Raven slipped his toes beneath Nightwatcher and flipped it into the air. The blade wa...

  08 Deepkolt 349 AC THE SURPRISE ROUND The sudden appearance of the adventurers did not cause panic in the Dragonarmy ranks. Baaz sergeants shouted orders, shields locked together. Spears were brought to bear as the Draconians began to advance. Romulus thrust one hand toward the prisoners. " Стена Силы!" The archmage's words carried across the Gallery. A shimmering barrier sprang up along the length of the Gallery of Heroes, stretching from statue to statue, cutting the elven captives off from the Dragonarmy. With half of the prisoners shielded from attack, Raven leapt forward. He raced into a knot of the three closest Ravagers of Kern. Nightwatcher carved a black arc. The adamantine blade split the breastplate as ifnit wasn't there. The flesh and bone beneath fared no better but the strike did not stop there. Raven's momentum carried through, turning a single strike into a devastating attack, cleaving through the next two ogres as part of the same motion. One...