Campaign Chronicles

Day Five of the Odinsleep; (12:06 pm) Loki rolls his eyes, “Oh, please.  Do you really intend to follow through on this farce?”  Loki looks in the direction of the hidden adventurers, “Come out, come out wherever you are.” Raven grits his teeth, struggling to hold his swords up and at the ready, “We can do this all day.  Surrender, recall your army, don't make us embarrass you in your own home.”  Via the telepathic bond spell he shares with Ra'ziir, he asks the bladesinger, “On three?” Ra'ziir silently responds, “On three, got it...”  The elf-emental shifts his feet, preparing to attack on Raven's signal. “One...” Kysek concentrates, willing his sword, Blackflame, to emit its field of silence, hoping it will shield him from Loki's voice long enough to cast a spell of defense.  Shadow, meanwhile, falls back a few steps, the power of the god, near to overwhelming the drow.   Drax stares in horror as the very presence of Loki assaults him.  The ...

Day Five of the Odinsleep; (12:06 pm) From within the folds of the Witching Cloak, Cedron, Grotto, and Niklas see Loki's arrival.   Niklas looks to both priests, “Thank you both for coming to my aid, I felt like a wolf trapped in a snare, knowing that the end was near.”  He chuckles, “If that bruise looked the way it felt, I'd wager I'd have been a serious contender for an Orc beauty contest.” “I'd wager you would have won that contest, Nik.” Cedron replies.  The bard takes a deep breath, humming a soft tune that heals his body and bolsters his spirit.  “Could this be yet another god?” he wonders as he gazes upon the newcomer. Grotto shudders, “Tough fight ahead.  We better heal ourselves so we can make sure we stay alive long enough to keep other alive!”  Grotto prayers once more, calling upon Hanseath to mend his broken body once more. A smile spreads across Loki's face.  The God of Mischief laughs, “Oh, come now. Is that how you greet your bet...