Campaign Chronicles

  08 Newkolt 349 AC Cedron found Parnitha moving from prisoner to prisoner. Her shoulder was wrapped where the silver draconian's jaws had torn into her but she was already unlocking chains. Cedron watched her for a moment before approaching. "I can see why they respect you." Parnitha glanced over. The minstrel-priest smiled faintly. "Tough as steel and unyielding." He placed a hand on her shoulder. Divine energy flowed from him, closing her wounds. The pain faded. "I'd light your beacon any day." For the first time since the battle began, Parnitha smiled. Beneath the dust, blood, and exhaustion of the morning, Cedron was fairly certain the commander of House Protector was blushing. The next prisoner in line cleared her throat. "Good morning, Commander." Parnitha froze. She turned and her eyes widened. "Lady Nihriome." The awkwardness vanished instantly as duty returned. "I—yes. Let me get you out of those shackles....

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...

  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...