Mustering of the Troops

04 - 07 Newkolt 349 AC

Upon seeing the scorched bees in place of where he believes his friends should be, Kysek reaches out, utilizing his ring of sending. He realizes it’s a long shot but he calls out the names of his friends asking if they’re okay. He waits only briefly for a response he’s certain won’t come.

Kysek accepts his medallion. He says, “I am humbled by your gratitude, however there are those who live within your walls that deserve this more than I. As for a seat on your council, I can act as a steward. I cannot accept in whole as I have a place not of this time or space where my wisdom is needed. There will be men within your city who will step up and prove worthy of the seat you offer to me. Great men are born of hardship. They’ll make themselves known before this ordeal ends. As it is; there is much work to do. There are many preparations to be made.”

Romulus declines the commission. "I have no business leading troops in battle but I will help where I can."

Grotto seeks out Shadow. "I have fire resistant armor from the fae world. I think it would be useful to battle the dragons. Can you work your magic to upgrade my plate? Can you magically put the fire resistance on my armor?" Romulus steps in and tells Grotto that he will take care of the armor as he has similar work to do on some of his own gear.

After the funerals, Romulus leaves for the Tower of Wayreth.

Raven exhales deeply. It is possible that he has been drinking. His voice heavy with grief, he informs Elamyar, "I will take command of Eilra's ship and crew. If you need something directly related to either of those things, contact her Bos'n. Otherwise, leave me alone."

Agnes pulls Arthur and Grotto to one side, "My Knight, I know you wish to speak with me but I must ask you and our Master Healer to keep my secret awhile longer. My true nature must not be revealed or thousands will suffer for my actions."

“Agnes… your secret is safe with me. Not because you asked it of me, but because I choose to protect you. Whatever truth you carry, it does not change who you are to me, nor the good you’ve already done for others. I know the cost of bearing such a burden alone, and I will not add to it. What you tell me stays here, within these walls, and within my heart.”

He took a slow breath and softened his tone further. “I will hold it close, here”—he touched his breastplate over his heart—“until you decide the time is right to speak it aloud. Until then, I will stand beside you, in word and in deed. You are not alone in this, Agnes, and so long as I draw breath, you never will be.”

Ra’ziir ponders the offer.

“How many exactly?”
Then, “Can I pick them?”

Daebella replies, "A squad is normally twenty elves and I do not see a reason why we can't allow you to select your own troops as long as they have not already been chosen by the Speaker himself."

Shadow says “I think I smell what you are cooking, Ra’ziir. I will take a squad if I can pick them and the missions. We need to learn what we are up against and how to fight them.

Reports begin coming in from the northern reaches of the Silvanesti woods. Large swaths of the forest burn as the Red Dragonarmy ravages the elven homeland. Elven rangers and mages sent to defend the elves living there guide civilians to safety but are harassed and pursued by the Blue and Green Dragonarmies, both of which are supported by worg-riding goblins, dragonmen, and human warriors for three days before finally reaching the capital.

Some of these defenders are immediately placed under the commands of Kysek, Ra'ziir, and Shadow. Others have injuries treated by the healers and are assigned to the city wall while they are organized into squads for other officers to take command of them.