The Fall of the Shieldlands

The fall of the Shield Lands

Kel’Megdel – Far eastern Shield Lands

I knew my place.  I had been diligently playing this part for some time.  When the knight and his entourage rode up to my clan, I knew to step back.  We had seen this knight before and although I didn’t much care for him, I knew that he wasn’t there to attack us.  I also knew that he was someone to respect.  There was no need for me to intercede. Besides, I knew why they were here.  Still, I didn’t trust him and at least, I knew that he was in need of help, he was desperate, and we had the upper hand.

The knight rode up on a muscular steed.  It was pure white.  He along with his mount were in full plate, which was polished to a bright shine and was covered by a white tunic.  The crest on the front was of a white shield, within that shield was a red shield, and within that shield was a black castle tower.  I had seen it before on the other knights from these parts.  But, I knew that he was one of their leaders.  When he dismounted, my Leader stepped up.  They exchanged greetings and quickly got down to business.  Watching the interaction, I again realized that I had finally found the right clan.  My Leader didn’t wait.

“Unfortunately, my suspicions have been confirmed.  The disappearances of your spies and the attacks in the east were, as I had mentioned before, an obvious indication of what was to come.  We have just ridden down from the north and we have seen it with our own eyes.  We warned you before about this possibility and now it is upon you.”

My Leader paused to let the weight of the news sink in.  I noticed the knight’s eyes darted over to me.  I knew from before that he didn’t trust me.  I could see his uneasiness with my presence, but I stood strong, not letting my guard down, clutching my mace and shield, and staring right back into his eyes.  I could tell that the news posed much more of a threat than I did.  Once he had heard it, the knight moved with anxiety.  I could see him shift, ever so slightly in his armor.  It no longer seemed to fit.  His hands clenched and then released before my Leader started in again.

“We can help as you know,” said my Leader.  “But now our price has tripled.”

The knight’s jaw clinched.  His eyes squinted.  I could tell that he was desperate.  After talking about terrain, numbers of troops, numbers of horses, plans of defense, among other things, the knight reluctantly agreed to the price. 

“I wouldn’t usually make agreements with the likes of you, but we have a common enemy and your reputation is well known,” said the knight.

Just before they made the final agreement, my Leader said, “You know that there is a good chance that you and all of your troops will most likely die?”

“Yes”, said the knight, “but I have no other option.  I am willing to sacrifice my life for this.”

Kel’Megdel – Far eastern Shield Lands

I could tell this was a bad situation.  The word had not gotten out and we were in such a rush that the planning for this battle was hardly sufficient.  I knew my clan was aware of the situation and I knew that we would be relying on all of our strengths to try to make this successful. 

The available troops were disciplined but they were far out numbered and our only chance was to run a coordinated retreat.  The knights were reluctantly in agreement because they wanted to see for themselves the forces that they were up against.  The only word on the opposing forces came from us and we were not trusted.  So, we waited.  Unfortunately we did not need to wait long.   Although most of the land’s forces were in the west, the ones here in the north east were ready to attack the oncoming Horde.  We stayed behind the front line, knowing what was to come and it wasted no time in coming.

The hill we chose was one of the highest in the area.  It gave us an advantage of not only being able to see the oncoming Horde from a distance, but it also gave us the advantaged of fighting on higher ground.  We could see them far in the distance.  They were closing steadily and fast.  I, of course wanted to be in the front or to have them funneled to me.  I wanted to crush them.

 My Leader held me back.  We were to direct and to have Nomoci’s arrows cover our retreat.  We could count on his arrows and my mace to always keep an exit free.  I would protect us from the front and rely on Nomoci’s bow for my exit.  He had protected me from what seemed miles away.  Once I felt as if the end was near.  I had been killing in masses.  I was undefeatable, but the enemy just kept coming.  I was dieing of a thousand cuts.  Until his rain of arrows came.  He decimated the enemy and he would always protect us from any push.  We had no worries as long as his bow sung. 

The battle went as we expected.  We were totally overrun.  The knights put up a valiant fight, but as we had warned, there were just too many of them.  Fortunately Nomoci and I were able to get our hands dirty and hold them off for as long as we could.  I tried to push our line where we could, but we always had to back off and start or help another push.  Unlike Nomoci I like to look into the eyes of my dieing opponent.  He kills came from afar.  His joy came from the death of many.  Mine came from crushing the moral of the many by defeating their best.  He stayed behind the line, which became thinner and thinner the more we retreated.  The battle raged for a whole day and went into the night.  The darkness resulted in no pause.  We all knew that it would only bolster the enemy.  In the morning we could see the damage.  The knights fought well, but most of them along with their troops had died. 

During the next day, the battle evolved to the point of no return, the knight who had hired us retreated back to our position.  When we were all together, he addressed the clan. 

“I am glad that I asked you for assistance. You have all fought well and I am proud of the way that you have assisted our troops.   I only wish that more of the lords from this region would have dedicated themselves to entrusting our word.”  Pausing, he wiped the sweat off of his brow.  I could see that the weight of the passed day’s events had no only taken a toll on him, but I could tell that there was disappointment in his eyes. 

“I fear that this battle will soon come to an end, but I cannot leave my own troops here to die alone without their leader.”  Looking at every one of us in the eyes, he continued, “I know that I must stay, but you do not have the same obligation.  I have another mission for you.”

My Leader stepped forward, put his hand on the knight’s shoulder and asked him how he could help.

“Unlike my past messengers, you can stay alive and deliver a message for me.”

Looking into his eyes, my Leader said, “Anything, but you shall owe us for this.”

“Of course,” was the response, “Can you make sure that the Knight Commander of the realm knows of the impending doom of his lands?”

“Yes, we will tell him.  As for you, keep yourself alive.  You are better than this battle. Live to fight the war.  Don’t die here for nothing.”

A smile crossed the knight’s face.  Again, looking at all of us, the knight said, “Now go, hopefully I shall see you all soon.”

He left to rejoin his remaining troops in the fight.  My Leader turned to us and said, “You heard him.  Let’s leave this battle.  We need to get to Admundfort.”

Kel’Megdel – Far eastern Shield Lands - City of sarresh

One of the letters was presented to the Wharf Master at Sarresh.  His eyes held strong on our Leader.  He was trying to read our Leader’s intentions.  After a minute his attention went down to the letter in his hand.  Glancing at the seal he again looked up at our Leader.  He then looked at each one of us, save for me, for I had no quarrel with this human.  Belatedly, he looked intently at the letter to examine the seal, which I could see, he recognized.  I didn’t anticipate a problem, he was supposed to help us. 

Upon breaking the seal and reading the letter he addressed our Leader, “This could be a costly demand.  Our fastest ship is at the dock, but it is scheduled to sail soon and the cargo its holding is very important and its transport has already been paid for.”

 My Leader leaned in close to the Wharf Master.  His eyes zeroed in on him, “You will give us that boat as soon as you can.  If you do not, I will simply take it from you.  The choice is yours.  You read the letter.  You know who it’s from.  Iuz’s troops will soon be at your door front.”  Pulling out another letter from his chest pocket, my Leader continued, “You see this letter?  Read it.”  The Wharf Master did. “We are to go directly to the Knight Commander.  After I deliver this letter to him we have no further obligations.  If your boat is so important to you, I will make you a deal.  So long as you are wharf master of this port, I will personally come back with this ship after we get to Admundfort.”

“It’s not only the ship” said the Wharf Master, “it’s also the cargo.”

“Well, where is it going?” asked my Leader.

Waving his hand towards the west, he said, “It’s going further than Admundfort.”

“Perfect, then I will not need to bring the ship back and I will promise you that the cargo will be safe and it will continue on after we get to Admundfort.”

The Wharf Master pondered for a second and then said, “Well, I guess your letter supersedes my previous instructions and he would understand if the ship was late.”

Not quite understanding whom he meant, my Leader reached out and shook the Wharf Master’s hand. The Wharf Master turned to one of his officers and ordered, “Tell the captain to prepare the ship to sail immediately.”  The officer nodded and then scurried out the front door. 

On our way down to the dock I asked my Leader why he had been so nice to the Wharf Master.  He responded with shrugging his shoulders and saying, “Sometimes, I like to have people feel good about giving me the things I want.  When we get to Admundfort and deliver this letter to Holmer, don’t you think he is going to hire every available sword to help defend his land?” 

“Yes,” I agreed, trying to see where he was going. 

“I, of course want to get back to the fight as soon as possible so why not do it in this fine ship here?”

“But you told him that the ship would go on to its previous destination.” I said slowly, trying to annunciate correctly and follow his logic.

“No, I did not.  I told him that I would make sure that the cargo continued on. I said nothing of having it continue on, on this ship and I said nothing of where it was going to continue on to.  A smile crossed my face as my Leader looked slyly up at me.

At the dock, our Leader allowed for the Wharf Master to tell the captain of the new plans.  He showed him the letter instructing him to do so.  The captain read it and seemed uneasy.  They looked cautiously over to us before exchanging some whispers.  The Captain took a double take. 

I turned to my Leader and said, “I don’t think he likes bugbears.”  Again my Leader yelled over to them that the ship and the cargo would be safe and for them not to worry.

Boarding the ship we saw that there were five knights in armor on the ship.  It was a bid strange and I wondered why they were there.  They all looked as if they had seen battle and some of them had items that I was told by my Leader were magical. 

Soon the ship departed with the five knights never leaving from the bowels of the ship.  It was past the middle of the day and we were told the trip would take at least seven full days.  The wind had been slow for the last week and we were told that it usually dies down even further during the night. 

Reflecting on the day, I was glad there were only four of us now.  One of our clan had stayed behind to protect our horses.  He was to take our horses and meet us at Alhaster.  My Leader guessed that by the time we would be returning, Alhaster would still be standing.  The clan member staying with the horses would take a road through two towns.  Part of me wished he would have a difficult time, but he would do fine with the people and he could always handle himself with strangers.  The horseman was always the most independent of the clan.  Never the less, I was glad he wasn’t here.  I never trusted him anyway.

Three nights later we ate well and made sure that a few small barrels of rum that we had were sent down to the knights below. 

Late the same night my Leader and I were still awake.  We woke Nomoci and SukhBataar.  The time was right.  The night was bright.  The full moon was out and the sea was as smooth as glass.  We prepared ourselves and went down to the cargo hold.  There was one knight that was barely awake sitting outside the door.  The rum was showing its effects.  He was quickly stuck with Nomoci’s dagger and immediately dropped to the floor.  Nomoci unlocked the door and the others, who were still sleeping were also struck.  Fortunately, four of them stayed asleep.  The last one awoke.  He was shocked to see the four of us standing over him.  Before he could get up I hit him so hard with my sap, that he fell back unconscious. It was a lucky hit that struck low on the back of the head.  

I went up to the main deck and prepared the row boat.  The first mate, who was at the helm was instructed by my Leader to head close to shore.  He was confused but did as he was told.  My Leader nodded at him and then his attention returned to the limp bodies of the guards.  They were stripped, then carried up to the deck, and deposited in the row boat.  The boat was then dropped into the water.   

The jolt of the rowboat landing, along with being hit by a big bucket of water from Nomoci, awoke all of the soldiers.  They screamed out from the shock of the water, yelling up at us from below.  We all laughed hard and waved them good bye.  Nomoci threw them a dagger and a few gold coins.  Afterward he fell laughing on the floor.  The joke was on them.  From this distance they would have no problem getting to shore.

Because of the amount of noise we were making, it wasn’t more than a minute or two before the captain came storming towards us.

“What is the meaning of this?” asked the captain as he approached my Leader.  I moved closer because I could tell the situation might need my intervention.  He stepped up to my Leader.  My Leader didn’t move at all. 

The captain started in, “Look…” and at that moment he reached out with his finger to poke my Leader’s chest, time must have gone in slow motion for him.  The instant his finger would have made contact, I reached my hand in between the two, scooped my Leader aside, and took his place.  Within the same moment I looked deeply into the eyes of the Captain, tilted my head from side to side to crack my neck, reached out, grabbed his shirt, and shoved him up over the railing of the ship.  Only my grip held him from falling into the dark waters below.

“Do you even know who you are speaking to?” I growled.  “Don’t you ever speak that way to him again!  This ship is now ours and you are to do as we say.” I could see the fear in his eyes.  He was neither soldier nor fighter.  I could have easily crushed his scull with one hit from my mace.  “Next time you want to talk to him, you speak to me first.  You got that?”

The captain was in shock.  He nodded his head and I threw him down to the deck of the ship.  I could see by his body language that he would no longer be a problem.

I stepped aside and my Leader approached the captain.  “I told you and the wharf master that the cargo would be safe and I shall stay true to my word.  Yet, I said nothing about you.”

The Captain looked up at my Leader and started to say, “But…” As soon as the words came out of his mouth, I lifted my foot high and came down hard on the side of his face, stomping his head into the wooden deck of the ship.  His eyes rolled back into his head for a second, but then he came back.

“I told you that anytime you want to talk to him, you talk to me first.  Now keep your mouth shut and go back to your cabin.”

He pulled himself up, staggered away and headed to his cabin.

Again we all laughed.  This time it was at him as he stumbled away.  My Leader backhanded Nomoci on the chest to stop his giggling.

“Let’s go downstairs and see what we’ve got.”

All of us stood around the crates.  None of them were labeled, so we opened the first one.  Digging inside, my Leader pulled out a silver platter.  With an eyebrow raised he looked at the rest of us. 

“It looks like we’ve found all of the personal effects of our current employer.” He spun the platter around so that we could read it, “Artur Jakartai” in fancy lettering.

   

Mirq’et - Chendyl

“Enter,” was all I said.

Hearing the creaking of the old wooden door to my chambers and the mental alarm informing me that someone had indeed entered, “My lord, I have a summons from his majesty,” nervously spoke Jonas.

“You may leave it on the night stand Jonas, thank you, and take the silver there for your trouble,” knowing that he needed it for his ailing father.

Standing from my desk I grabbed the parchment, broke the kings seal and read what the king required.

“Sir Mirq’et, as a ranking member of the Knights of the Hart, you presence is required in the war room within the hour at his majesties request.”

After casting a few divinations to discern the intent and tone of convening the war council, I knew this was of great importance. I left my quarters, reestablished the arcane alarm in my absence and prepared myself for an audience with the king and his council.

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Walking past the Knights of Furyondy standing sentry to the entrance to Belvor’s war room, I saluted my fellow knights and entered, doors closing behind me.

Entering the octagonal room always instilled a feeling of pride and honor in myself. The war room was extremely large with many stone tables strategically placed around so that each facet of a large or small campaign could be discussed in the same room, under one roof. Each of the eight walls had been drawn and painted by a master of the cartographers guild representing lands near and far to Furyondy, some even dating back to the time when the Great Kingdom of Aerdi rules all lands. Battered shields hung on the walls of fallen hero’s and enemies conquered. Skulls of monsters floated above the mosaic floor suspended from the ceiling, manticores, dragons, serpents and many others offering testament to the brave of Furyondy finest.

As I entered I noticed that the meeting was over and most of the generals, nobles, ministers and priests were leaving. Saluting to some of my fellow Knights of the Hart as they left, the tone was clearly solemn. Approximately fifty feet into the room I could see Belvor talking to a group of southern Furyondian nobles and clearly not happy. Avoiding drawing attention to myself I walked to one of the tables to view some of the documents spread upon its surface. I catch Belvor’s eye while talking to his nobles, grabs someone next to him, whispers into his ear and he begins to hobble to me.

My eyes immediately soften as I recognize the man approaching me. “Grand Marshall Lysaer,” bowing and giving the due respect he deserves.

Placing a withered hand upon my shoulder, “It is good to see you Mirq’et, please lets sit and I shall tell you why you are here.”

Placing his goblet on the table after taking a small drink, “As you know there has been much disturbing activity across the Flannels lately, none so dangerous or potentially devastating to Furyondy as the Battle of Emeridy Meadows. The king has just received information that the Old One to the north is sweeping around Rift Canyon and marching upon the Shield Land from the east. This threat potentially more devastating than the Meadows.”

This most disturbing news made my teeth grind, “Lord Marshall, what does the King require of me.”

“Mirq’et, I remember when you petitioned the Knights of the Hart over 30 years ago,” Lysaer sighing, “I was old then, too old now, the Shield Lands will fall. We sent emissaries to Lord Holmer, Earl of Walworth and Commander of the Knights of the Holy Shielding telling of our concerns of the mustering of Molar. Holmer dismissed it and does not trust Belvor.  You are leaving tomorrow with a small delegation to travel to Admundfort and offer our assistance once again, for if the Shield Lands fall then Furyondy is next.”

Sighing I take it all in.

Lysaer reaching into his robes he draws forth a parchment, this time with the Kings personal seal, different than the last one. The last time I received instructions like this is when I was sent away to protect Yolanda of Celine. “Open this when you are alone, the King has special need of you.”

Kel’Megdel – Traveling from Sarresh and arriving in Admundfort

Holding Artur’s platter in his hands, my Leader looked at all of us.  SukhBataar spoke first, “This doesn’t bode well.  I believe we need to set this right.”

“Yes” said my Leader.  “Let’s open all this up and separate everything.  Put all of the items that you believe to have sentimental value to Artur over there and everything else over there.  We’ll sell all these, and figure out how to get these back to Artur.  And, of course have him reward us for returning his junk.”

We all agreed and spend the rest of the night separating items.  The sun eventually came up and we were all exhausted.  The captain told us that we still had at least two and a half days until we arrived in Admundfort.  So, we all took turns sleeping. 

When we arrived at the port, we had a few things to get done. My Leader divided them up and we got down to work.  I was to stay with the ship and make sure the captain stayed in port, on the ship, didn’t talk to anyone, and that no one boarded the ship.  Nomoci was to make contact with any Rhennee that we heard were currently in town, but not to talk in depth with them. Then return back and report on who was there and how many.  SukhBataar was to accompany our Leader while he delivered the letter. 

The port itself was beautiful.  It was clear why this city was so important to the Shieldlanders.  The entrance itself was blocked by a breakwater. The entire port was walled and the entrance was flanked by towers.  The inner harbor was very big.  It could hold hundreds of ships.  The docks were mostly very well maintained.  There were three parts to the harbor; the small old section, the large merchant section, and the private section.  Unfortunately, our captain sailed directly into the private section.  By the look of his demeanor, I could tell that he didn’t do it on purpose.  It was what he was supposed to do, if we weren’t who we were.  It turned out to be ok, but only because my Leader spoke to the guards.  They didn’t bother us; they didn’t even speak to us.  There were guards there but they spent most of their time in the merchant section.  That’s were most of the action was.  It was much livelier.  The old section was where I would have felt the safest.  The boats and the docks there were run down and it smelled foul.  The boats were mostly owned by fishermen, some small merchants, and riff raff.  There were a lot of small, old, run down boats that were tucked away in alleys and on top of houses.  It looked as if they hadn’t touched water in years.  They now served as shelter for the rats.  The place was dark and most people avoided the area.  It was a place that we could stay and not be noticed.    

I did as I was told and waited by the ship.  Everything went well on my end.  Soon, Nomoci returned with good news.  There were five Rhennee barges in port and on one of them was Zoran Sarraith.  He was one of their lords and we had previous contact with him.   Of course they were in the old section.  Nomoci and I rested for about three hours before the other two came back.  When they did we got further good news.

“We have delivered the news to Holmer and of course he hired us to help.  It took a little convincing and some reassurances, but soon we will be back on the battlefield and he will soon be meeting us there. As for now, we have a few things to take care of.”  Turning to me he said, “Hold this” as he dropped a big bag of coins into my hand.  I packed it away.  After hearing the news from Nomoci, he said, “Bring me the captain.”  I ran off and retrieved him. 

“Fire your crew, we will be taking on a new crew,” our Leader told him with no interest of hearing any retort. Our Leader pulled aside the first mate, gave him a handful of gold coins, thanked him, and told him that he should get a boat.  He followed up by saying, “There soon will be a lot of work for you here in Admundfort.  This money should buy you a ship that can cross the Corell’s Strait and more importantly the Nyr Dyv. When we get back here, in about a month or so, I don’t want you to forget about us.” 

Nomoci, our Leader, and I then left to meet with the Rhennee. 

Zoran Sarraith was a short man, around 5’7”.  He had black curly hair and a wiry build.  He had a scar running half way around his neck, obviously from an assassination attempt, which he would brag about when he had too much to drink.  Soon after we arrived in the old section of the port, we were invited onto his barge.  It was a large two-masted barge called the Dyvwraith.  Our Leader greeted him in Argot, the twisted version of common that the Rheenne spoke.  On the ship was Zoran’s wives and family along with a dozen or so others.  They all looked the same.  They all wore leather armor, they all had tanned olive skin and they all seemed to me to be quite shifty.  I stayed close to our Leader. 

They sat down and exchanged some small talk about the last time they saw each other and about the near future.  Nomoci and I stood behind our Leader.  Eventually they got down to business. 

“I have a few crates of very valuable items that I need to get rid of.  I also have a few crates that need to be delivered to the west, my band here needs to get back to Alhaster, and I have a ship and a captain that need to disappear.” 

Zoran smiled, “So I see things are indeed the same with you and of course, I think I can help.”  He rubbed his hands together.  “Disappear as in…”, he waited for my Leader to finish the though.

“Disappear as in the ship is yours to keep and the captain should find himself washed up on a shore that is too far for him to ever want to attempt to return.”

The two of them worked out the logistics and eventually Zoran and about five other Rhennee come over to our ship to evaluate the items and the ship itself.  Walking into the private section of the docks we were stopped.  The guards knew of the Rhennee and that they were to keep to the old section.  My Leader mentioned that they were with us and their suspicious mood instantly changed.  We walked right past them.  When we got to our ship, I could see that our captain was very uneasy with the new crew, he looked to our Leader and then looked to me, but he did not utter a word.  Our Leader took Zoran down to the cargo hold, showed him the crates to be delivered and then they dug through the other items.  Eventually, after a lot of back and forth, they agreed to a price. 

Zoran and the Rhenne barges along with our ship left to continue traveling west.  One of the barges took us back to Alhaster, so we could safely meet back up with Artur.  Our Leader correctly figured that Iuz’s forces would not have reached Alhaster upon our return.  The ship would disappear due to an attack by Iuzian orcs and the personal items of Artur would be delivered.  Later when we had some time, we would be able to figure out what to do with them.  On our trip to Alhaster, SukhBataar was happy that things had been put back in balance.  As my Leader examined detailed maps of the Shield Lands, Nomoci and I just relaxed and did a little fishing.

Mirq’et - Chendyl

As I stand to make my leave, I click my heals together and give the Grand Marshall of the Knights of the Hart a salute farewell and make my way back to my room.

Upon entering my room I whisper a small incantation to set the fireplace ablaze and draw forth the kings summons from my waist, heavy in my hand. I rub my finger over the Kings wax seal, contemplate my duty to King and family. Which one is greater, knowing that Makaus may be raised without a father created a stone in my gut.

With what seemed like hours were only minutes, and a singular thought running through my head, family or fealty.

Taking the parchment in hand, decision made, I toss the Kings orders into the fire and turn to gather my things.

Throwing my pack over my shoulder, strapping my sword belt to my waist, ever ready to depart at a moments notice I dismiss the blaze in the fire place and gaze into the ashes knowing that I have made the right decision. Reaching into the warm ashes and brushing away some coals I find the Kings orders in the bottom of the ashes. Drawing them forth, the rolled parchment had transformed to rolled copper, no longer bearing the Kings seal but the stamped impression of a singular lit candle seeming to hold back the darkness.

I crack the seal and unroll the copper sheet, out rolls a platinum ring bearing the same stamp, confusion skims across the Void, I read.

“By royal and divine decree, I hereby reinstate all members of the Illuminati to active duty and those in attendance are to meet on the marrow to depart for the Shield Lands to aid in the defense of that sovereign state. In the temporary absence of the Priory’s commander I give pro tempore leadership and control to Prince Melf Brightflame.

I deem this to be so,

Belovr IV,

Son of Avras III

Knight Priory of the Righteous Kingdom

Protector of the Innocent

King of Furyondy”

Reinitiating the Illuminati, the situation was graver than I anticipated. Eager to get to work and prepare for the journey I realize that I may never see Makaus again. Heavy is the crown called Duty.

The southern Shield Lands

Kel’Megdel – Post-arrival in Alhaster – Retreating to Battledown

Back in Alhaster we met up with our horseman.  He was tall and slender and always in his black leather armor.  His eyes were deep and his demeanor cold.  He had been gathering information on Iuz’s forces.  He was very adept at crossing into enemy territory and finding small useful details.  He told us of the different orc and goblinoid tribes, their leaders and spell casters.  He also told us of Iuz’s priests and leadership, along with his fiends and their followers.  Finally he told us of the ongoing battle and as a last side note he told us of the death of the Wharf Master when Iuz’s hobgoblins tore through Sarresh.  Our Leader was glad.  Now nobody knew that we were on that ship, aside from the First Mate.  Our Leader always thought of who knew what, and he constantly fit any new information into his story.  His stories had no holes. 

We returned to the battlefield, to help out where we could.  I felt much better now that I had known Artur.  I felt respect and honor to fight next to him, now that I had seen fought along side him.  Because of the shear number of Iuzian forces, the battlefield became very spread out.  I relished the times that I could get close to Artur.  Even though fighting a loosing battle never brought anyone happiness, I could tell that, at times, when I did fight at his side, he was happy to see me.  To my chagrin, that situation didn’t happen very often.  During the first week, all we could do was some strategic daytime attacks and out-flanking maneuvers when they became stretched out, but mostly we ran an organized retreat.  At the end of the week, Alhaster had been sacked.   It was about this time that I noticed the weather had changed.  Before it had been sunny, but now the clouds had begun to roll in. Because the sun was bright and the orc’s sensitivity to light, we would run attacks in the middle of the day.  They would become easily dazed and frustrated.  During that first week this tactic worked well. 

The fiends were much tougher than the orc infantry.  We knew who and where they were, thanks to our Horseman and we knew not to be too aggressive.  The best way to kill them was to gang up on them.  The retreat brought many of the Knight’s of the Holy Shielding together.  Since they could not fight the “honorable” battle, many of them were open to new and different tactics.  They became willing to run decoys, working together to bait the fiends into advantageous situations, where the knights could ambush them.  Unfortunately many of them refused to use these tactics. And it was their rotting corpses that were bound to be reanimated and fight alongside the other forces of Iuz. 

The ones who did cooperate fought well.  They not only fought with honor, but they fought with passion and desire. They had something to lose.  Many of the conscripts and mercenaries lacked this drive.  I had reasons of my own and they were not for the money, nor were they for honor.  Trying to turn me against those who had become my own was a line that I would not cross.  My clan had become stronger than any connection I had previously had with Iuz.  This made me relish any fight against his forces.

Finally, after two weeks from when we had arrived in Alhaster, Holmer, his knights, and his soldiers reinforced us and their fellow Shieldlanders.  They arrived just in time to defend Battledown.  A fierce battle ensued.  The knights were successful for five bloody days and nights.  Eventually, even with Holmer’s help, the tide again turned against us.  The town became overrun with orcs and evil humanoids.  It had become clear to me that during this fight there would be no bright spots.  Just defeat after defeat.  We weren’t there to win.  We were there to show Iuz that no matter how powerful he became, the Shieldlanders would make him work for every inch of their land.  Retreat and evasiveness were the only successful tactics that we could employ against the unending number of Iuz’s forces.  A week after Holmer arrived, the clouds had become so dark that they kept the sun from reaching us.  The evil which I knew so well was on the march.  There wasn’t anything we could do to stop it.  It just kept coming.

Mirq’et – chendyl to admundfort to axeport

“Mirq’et, I need to ask you something important, are you okay with me taking control of the Illuminati?” Melf asked, genuinely concerned.

Without a thought, “Yes, This was too important to him, for it not to continue on after him. I can think of no one better to lead than you.” I spoke as I grabbed his shoulder.  Melf was the perfect candidate. Due to his Olven heritage he had lived for several hundred years, and was a founding member of the Citadel of Eight many years past and the current leader of the Knights of Luna of Celene. His knowledge of Iuz and fiends was extraordinary.

Melf and myself had on many occasions had discussions on the dealings of the lower planes over glasses of wine from Fangorn. His knowledge was much greater than my own, and I considered my self an expert.

“You realize what we face don’t you, we are here to offer any aid possible and hopefully Holmer will not shut us out as he has in the past.” Melf said.

“I have never had contact with the man but let us hope that in coming to him as independents and not agents of Belvor he may use us and accept the help. I have studied all the maps and geography of the area in hopes of finding any advantage that we may use against the Horde, but there will be difficulties. With the time allotted to us that is all I have been able to accomplish,” I said showing Melf my empty hands, insinuating that we didn’t have much to go on.

“We leave within the hour. I just need to summon everyone else. We have gathered most of the Illuminati that do not have more pressing duties and our destination is first Admunfort then we will decide from there where we go,” Melf said in all confidence.

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Melf had gathered the few Illuminati that were present, eight in all, such a small number, drew forth his crystal ball, gazed into it and began a spell that would take us instantly to Admunfort.

Those who were in attendance were notable such as Golden Arrow a Divine Crusader of Correllon Lantheron and long time companion of Melf. Farsi, a Shadow Bane Stalker of Saint Cuthbert, Burne of Hommlet Keep, Keedels my trusted illusionist eccentric gnome friend, Lorin, affectionately called the wicked, for his renowned practical jokes and inability to follow directions, and Edoran of the Shining Order, a paladin of Cuthbert.

As the air rushed in to fill the void left by the dimensional circle a small audible pop was heard, air being replaced to fill the vacuum where there were bodies just a moment before. As we arrived at our destination we gazed upon Admunfort from the outside of her walls from approximately a quarter mile away, looking up.

She was an impressive city and fortress.

Marching to the gate, Melf was in the lead with us in tow, the Prince Brightflame. Anyone who traveled in noble circles would know of Melf. Hopefully that was enough to get us an audience with Holmer.

As we began our climb up the main road, I glanced at one of my fondest companions and I could see the look in his eye, mischievousness. Lorin leaned in close as if to keep his voice low, “Holmers Host has already departed the castle, at least the Vanguard,” Lorin said.

Glancing and taking it all in, I tried to see what Lorin was looking at. First thing that I noticed was the increased guard on the ramparts. That lead me to see the several pillars of smoke dotted along the top of the wall, especially over the gate house. From there I could smell the boiling tar and pitch, “They have already started reinforcing the castle.

“Point taken but look lower,” Lorin said.

Frowning, we two played these games often, mentioning something, leading us to make our own discoveries with just a subtle hint. “I see the main road has endured some major traffic, hoof, foot and wagon. The grass that normally grows in the middle of the road, between the wagon wheels has been severely trampled, Infantry?”

“Exactly, I must surmise that only enough of the Shield Guard was left behind to help secure the defenses. Holmer did indeed take most if not all of his Van to the field, where and how long ago remains to be seen,” Lorin speaking in a sobering tone.

Word was passed around from Melf that we were to wait outside the castle while he went in to get some answers.

“Lets take a look around and size up this situation ourselves, just in case,” prompted Lorin.

Thinking it was a good idea I spoke to the rest of the group and informed them of our intentions.

Summoning a couple of phantom steeds to carry us around the island, we first started with encircling the castle. The smaller gates to the sides were open and to our surprise had a flood of people flowing in and out. Asking a couple of questions to the gate guards they informed us that provisions were rushing in as well as refugees. 

Looking down the line it seemed like hundreds of people were flowing in and out. Everyone from the outlying city and the Island were trying to get in as the word had spread of war. Farmers, tanners, blacksmiths and weavers were just a few. The fear in their eyes was unmistakable, only taking what possessions they could carry and leaving everything else behind.

Admundfort was a stalwart bastion, built strong and easily defended. The castle was built on foundation stones with ancient spells woven into the bedrock from an old fort or post, literally rumored to be the remnants of something from the Epoch of Enlightenment, during the time of the mythical Isles of Woe.

Lorin pointed to the south and I could see a bustling of activity down in the wharf district. “Come it is time we go back,” I said wanting to complete my surveillance of the surrounding territory.

Traveling back to the group I noticed that the remaining five had attracted a fair amount of sell swords and mercenaries. By the looks of it they were in deep conversations as Lorin and I pulled up and dismissed our mounts. “…thousands of them, enough to look like a sea of rats surging through a sewer,” One man spoke.

The man had clearly seen tough battle; his armor was dented, bloody and dirty. He had what appeared at least 2 weeks of facial hair….

The atrocities of what those few sell swords spoke of confirmed what we already suspected, the Shield Lands were going to fall. The most important piece of information was that Axeport is the last hold on the mainland. Refugees were flooding into the mid size town by the hundreds. All Shieldlanders that were not already captured, enslaved or thrown to the cook pots of the enemy were rushing to Axeport for one last final hope for rescue to Admundfort.

The more we talked to the sellsowrds the more attention we were drawing off the main road as people started to come in our direction. We thanked the men and made our way to a more private area further away from the castle.

“Dark news indeed these men brought us, I believe our course has been set gentlemen and it takes us to Axeport,” as Melf spoke the mood grew somber. “We need to see to the evacuation and defense of that town and try to get as many people off the mainland to Walwarth Isle as soon as possible.”

Glancing around, all eight of us were nodding our heads in agreement. “Mirq’et if you would,” Melf asked.

Splitting the party and motioning for everyone to form two circles, holding hands, both Melf and myself began casting teleports to take the party directly to Axeport.

Upon arriving on the outskirts of town what we all beheld was nothing short of pure chaos. Thousands of people were running amok in the streets grabbing everything they could carry and cramming into the warf district to take what ever would float to the Walwarth Island. People were running into and out of town in hopes of escape. Some of Holmers Vanguard was stationed on the outskirts of town but clearly the majority had already departed to Admundfort. Off in the horizon in the direction of Battledown I could see columns of smoke rising into the sky like a great serpent. Drawning forth my looking glass I surveyed the area.

“I see small parties of goblins on worgs acting as scouts and picking off refugees trying to get into town. What is left of Holmers host is trying to fend them off but the worgs are to fast and agile for Horse,” I said with a little too much anger. Entering the Void all became clear.

“We must make for town and prepare as we discussed,” Melf spoke, “We have little precious time. General Vayne will marshal his troops after they have sacked and looted Battledown. I guess two days and then they will be upon us.”

“I am open to any and all suggestions, none are too trivial,” said Melf.

With a slap upon my back, Lorin spoke up almost before Melf finished, “Mirq’et here has a plan, share it.”

Raising an eyebrow at Lorin I begin to cast. A simple illusion appeared in the center of the group, a three dimensional map of Axeport complete with topographic features, including hills, tree lines, streams, the city itself with the warf and docks and most important the building themselves.

Drawing back my hood, “I believe our best option is to use the city itself as a barricade against the bull rush of the army.”

Stepping into my illusionary map I begin to explain, “Assuming we can get some of the remaining troops and villagemen to assist I think we are going to need to destroy the town to save its people. What I mean by that is, look here” pointing to all the roads and ally’s that lead into the town, ”We need to clog these access points into the city and attempt to funnel as many of the enemy into just a couple of the main roads as possible, thus limiting there numbers.”

Knowing I had everyone’s attention I continued, ”My plan is to destroy all the building on the outskirts of town, collapsing them into the points of access using earth elementals summoned by Lord Burne and myself. Using debris from the building collapse, wagons and anything that will stop access into town we will need to use.”

Continuing my illusion I created a mass army approaching from the east while actively collapsing and clogging the arteries into the city, forcing the army to take the most direct routes. “At the right time I would also like to light the barricades and most of the outer perimeter of town on fire so as to prevent anyone from climbing over and hopefully sowing confusion and fear amongst their Van,” I noticed some nods among the group so I continued.

“I have already Called a few Babau demons to act on our behalf, they have an innate ability to summon forth a wall of Ice at will, which we can use to bolster the alleys when sections break through.  As well as summoning several fire elementals to help continue the conflagration,” catching my breath.

“I have also called upon a trusted celestial ally to assist in banishing any outsiders that enter the city proper.”

“Keedels can use his mastery of Illusion to distort and confuse the enemy, while Lorin and Golden Arrow can defend rushes on the docks along with Edoran and Farsi. Burne will be with me and Melf, well…” I trailed off.

Small talking amongst the group, “It seems to be a sound plan Mirq’et. How long do you expect this will hold the enemy at bay?” Asked Melf.

Lorin stepped in as we formulated this plan together nights past, and he was better informed on battle field strategy, “Six hours, maybe ten if were lucky. The last stage of Mirq’ets plan was too retreat to the coast and destroy anything that would float that had not left the docks as we want to try and delay the Horde from crossing the water to land on Walwarth Isle,” he finished smiling, giving me credit for his part of the plan.

There was much discussion and ultimately the plan was adopted with just a few revisions. “I will take to the sky to prevent any air assault, “ added Melf, “we will fall back to the docks and leave from there when the time is right. Mirq’et, would you consult the planes and verify the veracity of our plan and see what we may be missing?”

“Of course, then were going to need some help with the preparations, Lorin will you approach what troops are still loyal to Holmer and bring them into the city,” nodding, he began to take off.

As we were all briefed on our parts, Melf pulled me aside, “Very well planned Mirq’et. There are two more things I will need from you before we meet again,” he said in all seriousness.

“You still have the ring that was in the copper note, Belvor gave you, if so let me have it,” Melf asked?

I nodded yes and gave it to him.

Melf took out another ring that looked identical to the first. “When the time is right you are to place one ring in your open palm like so, lying flat” Melf was demonstrating what he wanted. “Then place this ring inside the other so that it is standing up straight and cradled by the one lying flat. When that is done I want you to blow onto the side of the ring that is standing straight,” when he showed me what he was talking about, the ring began to spin inside the other so rapidly that it looked as of the ring became a golden sphere.

“There is a message within the rings, from the highest of our Order, that can only be activated by you blowing on the rings,” Melf said grasping my shoulder. “You have another mission after this battle is fought and I fear what the rings will tell you,” Melf spoke stoically. “Additionally once the message is heard it will disappear and you may add a message to the rings and send them on to someone you choose…” the reference to my son was clear.

We grasped each others arms, nodded to each other and departed to make the preparations for war.

Kel’Megdel – Battledown to Axeport to Admundfort

After the arrival of Holmer and the loss of Battledown, we fell further and further from the front line.  We still saw action but we didn’t stick our necks out to defend this land.  Bye the time we had retreated to the outskirts of Axeport, we had fulfilled our obligation to Holmer and we needed to secure our exit.  The city had begun being reinforced and we eventually were funneled down one street in order to get to the docks. 

As we passed through the town, we could see panic.  Everyone was clinging to their possessions and swarming any boat that docked.  My Leader told us to sit tight and not draw any attention, which would be easy to do in this chaos.  After waiting a while, my Leader returned to inform us that our first mate / captain was indeed ferrying people from Axeport to Admundfort. 

He would arrive about an hour later. The Captain’s ship was a flat bottom boat with a tall broad sail which could hold about twenty people.  My Leader and I pushed through the crowd at the dock.  When our captain saw us, he stopped taking on passengers and waved us over to him.  Greeting us with a large smile he invited us on board.  Instead my Leader spoke loudly over the crowd’s cries. 

“We just wanted you to know that we were here and that we would be ferrying some items back to Admundfort.  We will meet you at sundown at the far end of the docks for the next two nights.”  He pointed to the far end of the docks.  The Captain nodded and we left.

We met up with the rest of the clan and huddled together.  Soon we had agreed upon a plan and were on our way. 

“I found at least four ways out of the docks.  I’m not sure of the layout of Axeport, but I think we should start by going out that way,” said The Horseman, motioning to the east.  We followed his lead and soon found ourselves in the warehouse and merchant section of town.  It wasn’t too bad for a start.  We surveyed the area and encountered very few people.  They paid us little attention, as they were focused on preparations for their departure.  We soon found many promising locations, but before we could begin our work, we encountered a group of humans who were preparing the town for the ensuing battle.  It was obvious that they were spell casters.  My Leader quickly redirected our path and entered a small shop. It was next to the path we had taken in from the docks.  Through the small windows we watched. 

They were surveying the area, much as we were.  My Leader told the Horseman to check the back of the store for an exit.  The group of spell casters was focused on the path that led to the docks.  They cast a spell which blocked it off.  Fortunately the Horseman returned and told us of a back door.  It led us right around the blocked path. For now, we would leave these spell casters to their work.  While they were busy, we returned to the docks to explore the other paths that the Horseman had discovered. 

One path lead to a residential area, lower and middle income, one lead to the city’s administration buildings, the last lead to the wealthy neighborhood. We could tell that the work the spell casters were doing had already been done to this area.  We tried a couple of alleys and eventually found one that twisted back and forth around many houses.  It was dark, deserted, and dirty.  The walls were all at least two stories high through the entire length.  The dark cobble stone ground was never more than ten feet wide.  Down the center ran a gutter of trickling sewage.  This alley put us all on edge, it was too claustrophobic.  At the end of the alley was the back door to a large, lavish house.  Through the back door we were able to enter the neighborhood.  The alley was good for our purpose.  The neighborhood was empty.  There was no one around and we were free to survey the area.  We soon found many lavish homes which we spent the rest of the day looting. 

We packed up box after box, storing them in the house which lead back to the alley.  As the afternoon become night we began to transport the boxes back through the alley.  It served us well.  No one was there and we were able to transport the boxes without interruption.  While we went back and forth the Horseman stayed at the docks with the crates.  Soon the sun went down and we met up with the Captain. 

“This letter is for Zoran,” My Leader said as he handed the Captain a letter.  “You’ll find him in the old section of the port.  These boxes are also for him.  I trust that he will get them?”  He then handed the Captain a small bag.

“Of course,” Responded the Captain.

“You can set sail in a couple of hours.  We still have two more trips to make.  These two will help you load the boat.”  He motioned to Nomoci and the Horseman.  Nomoci’s head and shoulders dropped in disappointment. 

SukhBataar, my Leader, and I then headed back for three of the last six crates.  The first trip went well.  By the time we left the house on our second and last trip to return to the docks, the night had made the alley almost pitch black.  We were all carrying boxes and we were all tired from the day’s work.  Of course, this is when bad things happen. 

About halfway through the alley, I caught some movement from above.  The others didn’t.  SukhBataar paid for it.   There were six of them.  Standing about six feet tall, their frames were scrawny and lanky.  Their black leathery skin was stretched tightly and covered in a deep red slime.  I had seen them before, in the armies of Iuz.  SukhBataar was behind me.  I was in front.  My Leader was in between us.  Three of them landed in front of me, one directly in front of me, one to the right, and the third was behind them.  The other three landed behind SukhBataar.  They all struck at the same time.  During their first attack the battle took a bazaar turn.  The two in front of me struck me hard with both of their long, thin, sharp, black claws.  I was able to avoid their bites. The one behind struck both of two in front of me in the back.  I shuttered with confusion as his claws found their target multiple times.  My eyebrows tightened as I focused on this creature’s movements.  It was attacking with ferocity, moving differently then the other two.  It dealt massive amounts of damage.  Its eyes caught mine for an instant and I could see its intent.  Before I could react, I heard SukhBataar let out a cry and I heard his body hit the ground.  The box slid from my hands as I focused my attention on the creature in front of me.  At the same moment that the box hit the ground, my hand found my shield.  As I struck the creature hard with my shield, my other hand found my mace.  It too found its target.   The damage left one of the creatures close to death.  They would die the next time their double crossing partner had a chance to strike.  My Leader had dropped his box and drawn his sword.  He struck one of them, before we switched positions.  From what I had seen in the double crossing creature’s eyes, it was better to have my Leader next to him rather than the two that had just dropped SukhBataar. I sacrificed my attack to check on SukhBataar.  He wasn’t dead.  I fended them off and made them pay as one tried to pass bye me in an attempt to flank.  My leader stepped up and fought along side me.  The double-crosser ran up along the wall passing by us and the other creatures.  His grace was astounding as he moved.  Flanking the creatures, they had little time to summon.  I had seen them do this in the past and I was ready to disrupt them if they tried. 

All three fell with damage taken from the three of us.  They had inflicted a lot of damage on me and had dropped SukhBataar.  The moment the last one fell, my Leader stepped to the double crosser.  The creature made some gestures with his hand.  He was dispelling a disguise.  The image of the creature dissipated as a human’s appeared.  He was tall with long black straight hair.  His skin was sallow.  He seemed to be in his late forties.  He introduced himself and apologized.   

“I’m sorry about that.  I thought that you would be able to handle yourself a little better.”  He knelt down to SukhBataar, pulled out a wand, and brought him back to consciousness.  He then thanked all of us for what we had done for the Shield Lands. 

“A little notice would have been nice.  I hate tight quarters and if you’re here to almost kill us and then give us thanks, you’ve done your job and you can now leave us.” My Leader said while staring him down.

“As I said, thank you for what you have done, and I’m sorry.  I had been working on the inside of that group for a long time.   We were soon to attack Holmer and I had little time to divert them.  I tricked them into thinking you would be an easy practice target.  Here, as a small token of my appreciation.”  He handed us each a dagger.   Looking down at the crates, he said with sarcasm, “Maybe I should take those back.  It looks like we Shield-Landers are already paying you well.”

“Would you rather we leave it for Iuz?” was my Leader’s defiant response.  The man cracked a half smile and nodded in understanding.  “We’re going to be here for another day, don’t jump us again without warning.”  My Leader then turned away and picked up his box.  The man swung his cape around and vanished.

Back down at the docks, the story was told to the others.  Nomoci was obviously agitated.

“Damn, I knew I shouldn’t have stayed here to load this damn boat.  Damn!  I’m doing slave work here and you guys are out being men. Damn, damn, damn it!”   Stomping his foot, he wasn’t complaining to anyone in particular, he was just voicing his disappointment.  He then stopped yelling, turned his back to us, sat down on the dock, and sulked.  After a minute, he popped up.

“Hey,” he said getting everyone’s attention.  I could see that his mood had changed.  “Those demons got Thaered!” 

The other’s laughed. 

The next day went without any incidence.  The warehouse district had a lot of loot that was left for us to take.  That night, the Captain ferried us along with our freight back to Admundfort. 

Mirq’et – Axeport

“This is poor timing but I need to mention it as I do not know what will happen tomorrow,” Melf said, speaking of the assult by Vayne’s Horde. “What are your intentions for Sadria,” Melf asked.

Frowning I contemplated his question.

“It is time to release her and send her back,” Melf said emphatically.

“I had planned on studying her more,” I said.

“She is a being of beyond understanding and we could use her here, now, tomorrow or in the very near future in the defense of Admundfort. Her power is unbridled and of the most powerful of human emotions. She is a being of Lust, Jealously and Envy incarnate. For some reason she was put into the Dragons Tear, a prison of ice and rock, furthest from man by the gods themselves, doomed to travel the cosmos. She lacks what sets us apart from all other species, Love, Respect and Compassion,” Melf paused so that I could soak it all in.

“Look into the sky, can you see that the Dragon’s Tear has not moved since she landed here,” Melf asked?

“I have,” I said.

“Use her, then send he back to the heavens to rid us of this burden,” as Melf gave me one last hand shake. “Nae saian lumine”.

Dawn rose on the third day of the sacking of Battledown and the Iuzian host was on the move. The plan was clearly to arrive by dusk and attack in the dark of night. People flooding into Axeport were getting picked off by worgs and goblins as is traditional tactics, acting as reconnaissance. There was little we could do to aid their mad dash from the frontier to civilization and less to get them off the mainland.

“All but two routes have been sealed to the warf and city center,” Lorin informed. “The buildings have all been razed and every last jar of oil has been spilled on the outlying fortifications. We have placed what few archers we have on top of the second row of tall roofs in order to harry breaks in the battlements.

I nodded in satisfaction, “What other orders does Melf have for us?”

“Wait and be ready. We are not to move until the main host advances and loose what ever tactical advantage your plan has given us,” Lorin replied grimly.

“Prince Brightflame and Edoran will be delayed in action for he wish’s to lure in the Iuzian air assault, and pounce when the time is right, ” Lorin said cracking his trademark half smile.

With a hardened scowl, gazing at the approaching arms, “You realize that we will not be able to save all of the refugees. Too many will end up in the cookpots of the army or placed in chains. Those that die working will be raised again to fight on.”

Silence…

You could see the legion before you could hear it, a dark grey mass of movement on the horizon. A legion it was and not an army. An army symbolizes training and discipline where as this “Horde” was nothing more than a mass plague of chaos and death with legs, two, four or six it didn’t matter. The terrain was less flat on the approach to Axeport as there was a minor lulling valley between the Horde and the town. This allowed each side an unobtrusive view of the edges of each host.  By now the distance between each host was crawling with worg riding goblins as they were embolden by the Hordes arrival. Additionally all resources had withdrawn into the confines of Axeport.

The very weather had become dim and gloomy with the advance of the Horde as could be seen on their approach. Black clouds roiled above the host as if mother nature itself was imprisoned above, screaming to be let free showing her anger.

“Pails in comparison to what we encountered at Emeridy Meadows does in not,” Lorin spoke in a whisper, as if lending credit to the impressive size of the Horde might become bolstered by his compliment.

All I could do was nod in reply. I took out my looking glass to see what we were up against and my heart sank, I enter the Void.

Orcs by the thousands carried all manner of clan heraldry, Celbit and Jebli amongst the Vanguard. I could see hobgoblins, orogs, ogres, and a spattering of a giant here and there. The Horde filled the opposite horizon like a black ooze pulsing and surging held back by an unknown force. Several pillars of smoke rose from somewhere behind the Horde accompanied by something glowing angrily through the dust cloud the legion’s march kicked up. In the skies above the Horde there flew what appeared to be a mass flock of carrion eaters, much like seagulls following a seaward ship looking for sailors scraps. In the distance I could see huge wheeled siege weapons towering above the Horde, pulled along by a hundred humanoid slaves chained together; their master whipping them to move ever forward.

As minutes rolled by that seemed like days the Horde did not move forward only spreading further along the horizon as darkness descended. As we were making the final preparations there was nothing but shear panic among the citizenry of Axeport flooding to the warfs. Several of the docks groaning and creaking then finally collapsing under the weight of so many people, spilling them into the water hoping to be the first to board an escape vessel. Many people no doubt drowning, others clutching to anything that would float and others simply paddling out to open water. Several vessels were departing and several more on the horizon heading back to Axeport from Scragholme island to rescue another load of refugees.

We waited. Surely the host was continuing to arrive in full. Several archers took aim from the rooftops at crows and bats that flew over from the host, no doubt taking intel back to some unholy general.

After a couple of hours passed more boats docked and departed the drums began, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.

Time, I thought to myself, we need more time.

The very earth vibrated with their droning. A sound that even from afield was deafening. Their host needed no orders, only to attack and kill by shear swarm, fear and ferocity. The drums were a clever tactic to prevent orders from being sent or received by organized armies. The drums would have drowned out the trumpet blasts of an allied host signaling predetermined tactical actions, not to mention the bone chilling fear they generated. I will have to inform King Belvor that trumpeted tactics may be ineffective and that Flag tactics may have to be considered.

The Horde separated like placing a finger in a running stream then filled in again as they let the rider through. Then after what seemed like an eternity a lone figure on a massive flaming nightmare rode out to into the open field; raised his arm and pointed at Axeport.

As if on queue the ants began their march and spilled forth like boiling pitch down the hillside. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM came the drums and howls of the Horde. I figured it would take about 10 minutes for the main host to arrive to the outskirts of town so we all held our positions and waited.

Before the main host arrived the sky was lit by a glow from the banks of the Horde. A massive glowing object trailing sparks and red, orange embers streaked from somewhere inside the mass of the horde. As I raised my looking glass to my eye I followed the streaking fiery mass back to its origin and noticed an immense catapult still rocking from the massive launch. Just then, the flaming ball of pitch slammed just short of the towns defenses, clearly the first shot was short. The ball of flame split apart upon impact spreading debris in a large radius; it looked as though bodies of deceased were some how wound into the flaming mass, spilling flaming body parts across the field of battle.

Glancing at the spilled remains of charred copses something moved. Angling my looking glass to the mass, well in advance of the horde I noticed a large flaming undead creature rise and begin to run in the direction of the town, a few worg riding goblins steering clear of the flaming hulk. As the creature was about to enter one of the funnels created to siphon the enemy into town a couple brave shieldlanders engaged the monster accompanied by some rooftop archers. With short order the flaming undead giant cut down the defenders with ease, and the arrows that pierced its frame turning to ash and crumbling to the ground. Realizing this to be a true threat and not to be ignored I glanced towards the positions of my party.

As I was about to summon a creature to contend with this undead threat I noticed Golden Arrow from a rooftop raise his elvish bow and fired a series of what could only be described as beams of light. These beams of light pieced the flaming body and engulfed it in some type of benevolent radiance, ultimately exploding the creature. While he had to play his hand and protect the defenses it was clear to the approaching Horde that Axeport would not roll over so easy.

The Horde gaining momentum, the order was given to set the perimeter ablaze and for the funnel warriors to ready them selves. As I was overlooking the main thoroughfare into the city and readying my self to join the fray and slow the advance of the Horde my thoughts went to Makaus. I know that Angrin will take care of him should I not return and that he will know what I did here this day. Pulling out the rings that Melf had given to me I do as instructed. As I blow on the rings, the inner ring began to spin faster and faster until it became a golden sphere. After a heartbeat an image appeared before me and began speaking, “M’Hael, it is good to see you…”, my heart skipped.

After recording my own message into the rings I whisper the word of sending “valay-thus” and they disappear from my hands on their way to Angrin.

Looking up from my obvious distraction I see the perimeter fully involved in flame and the Horde’s Vangard upon Axeports defenses. Setting my jaw and feeling my teeth grind I look to the harbor. Ships were still leaving and arriving regularly, overflowing with refugees. Looking back at the horde I begin to see the Iuzian air assault begin its decent.

Gargoyles, imps, and Vrock trueborn demons began to descend on the roof top archers and dip into the city well behind the flaming defenses. Rage getting the better of me with the sound of innocents dying, I decide it is my time to act. Flying to my rendezvous location I enter a small building near the outskirts of town, yet within the perimeter.

Knowing well the politics of demonic underworld and the Bloodwar, I had Called several demons who’s masters were at odds with Iuz and his allies such as Zuggtomy and Graz’zt. Seeing the hate in their eyes at the Binding was only replaced by their eagerness to tear into their enemies. Already knowing their orders to seek out priests and wizards, they disappear to show carnage and discord into the middle of the Horde’s ranks.

Calling my old companions from the upper planes to aid me we begin to march to the gauntlet.

In the street I see the brave soldiers of Holmer’s shieldlander force battleing orcs by the numbers. Above I see flying demons feasting on archers from the rooftops. I transform into my own demonic form and fly head first into the fray, clearing my landing spot with a blast from a fireball. Moments after I begin to tear into the horde I see an Iuzian priest amongst a clutch of Jebli orcs and several strong undead guardians. Narrowing my eyes I advance.

Seeing my advance I can sense the fear and uncertainty emanating from him. Not the fear he should realize but more nervous seeing a supposed allied demon approaching him. Growling in the infernal tongue bluffing my way closer I draw Tho’kul and release the spell trigger for another fireball, detonating on top of him. Screams of surprise and fear rip though the immediate ranks of the surprised Horde. Undead that survived the blast now free from control begin to attack the nearest Orcs.

Not far from my location I see one of my horned devils battling another priest and his minions; I cleave my way through the Horde to find another unholy priest. Hearing a ROAR behind my location in the direction of Axeport I glance over my shoulder and see a sight few behold on Oerth. Taking half a breath I see the Horde pause and eyes widen at the sight behind me. A massive ancient silver dragon exploded from the ground near the center of Axeport. As the dust cloud was left behind and the huge dragon launched into the air, both its clawed hands grabbed the body of a true born Vrock demon off the roof top of a building that just prior held defending archers. As the Vrock struggled in the grasp of the dragon, its massive jaws snapped on to the demons torso ripping into two pieces; remaining body falling to the ground amongst the Horde.

I had only seen Edoran in true dragon form one other time and it was awe-inspiring. As Edoran was sweeping over the front the Horde to use its fear aura and blasting the fell creatures with its breath weapon, Prince Brightflame was atop his back raining acid arrows atop any superior foe. As best it could the Horde scattered at the sight of the dragon, morale breaking like a twig under the foot of a giant. Taking greater flight Edroan and Melf drew away or destroyed almost all flying enemies, occasionally dropping blasts of acid from Melf or making a strafing runs with Edoran’s breath weapon amongst the enemy host. Rarely do dragons take a direct interest in the affairs of man; clearly this was an exception.

After several hours of combat and holding the defenses of the perimeter, the flaming walls were no longer burning in most areas, as there was nothing left to burn. The Horde was spilling over every little crack in the burnt out makeshift wall. My outerplanar summons long defeated or departed, my own offensive spells long exhausted, I realized it was only moments before the wave of the Horde would sweep over the remaining defenses and flood the city like waves over rocks. Edoran and Melf nearly departing as the Horde’s generals were able to organize and summon appropriate counter measures to the pair. Keedles, Golden Arrow, Farsi, Burne, Lorin and myself realized there was nothing left to do but leave.

As we prepare to depart from the opposite shore we view the horde spill into the harbor devouring every last refugee and resistance fighter in view. We see villagers, farmers, fisherman, families, children, and soldiers either killed outright from shear blood lust or beaten into submission. Those that die were fortunate not to live out their days as slaves in service to the Lord of Pain’s unholy Horde. Watching some ships and boats depart in time before the Horde over ran the docks were only given a breath of hope. With the dragon departed so returned the flying scourge landing on the decks of the flotilla feasting on the over stuffed boats. People were diving over board only to drown as they carried all their belonging with them; again a better death than enslavement.

Without a word the Illuminati all looked at each other and made way to Admundfort; knowing there was nothing left to do.

Mirq’et – Admundfort – Tower Bay

We teleported to the edge of northern coast Scragholme Island, to Tower Bay after leaving Axeport. The view across Correll’s Straight was forlorn. From across the water all we could see was the roiling black cloud from the east finally converge on Axeport.  Pillars of smoke and fire finally engulfing the remainder of the city; whatever didn’t burn from what we left in the defense of the city.

We could see large lightning bolts strike the ground from the clouds and slash the sky like angry scars on the horizon. Remnants of the makeshift flotilla from the docks of Axeport were trying desperately to gain distance from the mainland. All manner of flying creatures that looked like specks appeared to be descending on the remaining ships, cogs, and skiffs. Unable to tear my eyes away from the devastation, Melf and Edoran looked to the group, “Please assist where you can, we are going to stop these carrion flies from feasting on the fleeing ships,” and with that Edoran the Silver and Melf launched themselves into the sky, flying towards the line of boats to prevent the Iuzian air assault from picking easy prey.

At my best guess it would take a least a week to organize the Horde to begin to move on Scragholme Island after the bloodlust subsided and the revelry in the loss of Axeport. As we didn’t leave any docks or ships for the Horde to use they still had an impressive navy from all the looted vessels they had captured to date. The ships could be seen far to the east. It was approximately 50 miles from the mainland to island and we did not have nearly enough forces to cover 50 miles of coastline against a landing. My guess is that without skilled Captains to pilot the majority of the Hordes Navy they would land all up and down the northern coast only to rally at a predetermined point to begin the march on Admundfort.

I do not recall how long I gazed across the water but I began to feel my arm cramp; not realizing I was white knuckling my sword. Wishing I had the companion blade to Tho'kul with me I knew it was wise to leave it with Angrin and Makaus.  How age has weakened me is astonishing. While I chose to father and raise Makaus, my enemies grew stronger. I recall a time when all I needed were my twin blades and nothing could stop the Malconvoker within me. Pursing my lips I turn away from the coast and rub the muscles of my arm. Gazing down I see the runic tattoos the Celestial placed there years ago glowing angrily and smolder a slight acrid mist. Gaining my composure and entering the Void the runes grey and turn cold. Gazing towards Admundfort I realize there is still much to do. 

Kel’Megdel – Admundfort

The private and merchant ships had all left Admundfort. The Fall of Axeport had been a span ago (11 sunsets) and reports were coming in that a large host had landed along the northern coast and had been amassing at Correll’s Watch. The news also stated that the Host had begun moving towards the Capitol two days prior; meaning that the Horde would be upon Admundfort this evening. The port was a bustle of activity.  People were trying to leave and others trying to fortify the city.  We were the former, we had no intention of staying.  The battlefield was our expertise, not fighting from castle walls.  My leader wanted to stay long enough to thank Artur, bid him good luck, and to make sure that our crates were safe.  Artur and others had valiantly defended Axeport, but we knew he would be retreating within the next few days, unable to hold Admundfort.  In the mean time the clan checked with Zoran.  He had the crates and knew where we wanted them delivered.  My Leader told me that we would get a better price for the goods at our next destination and price we would get, would out-weigh the price of shipment.

The next day we waited.  The flood of soldiers coming from Axeport told us that the Artur would soon be arriving.  That night we heard that he had arrived.  Nomoci, SukhBataar, and the Horseman were to wait for us at the merchant dock with the Captain and his ship while we found Artur.  We found him at the gates of the castle. 

“We would like to thank you for employing us and we wish you the best of luck,” said my Leader. 

Taking a minute from supervising the reinforcements, he said, “Thank you, for you help.  I wish we had more of you.  Honestly I wish Holmer would have accepted help from everyone.”  I could see frustration in his eyes.  Leaning in, he said, “I’m not sure why we’re even still here.  I’m trying to convince Holmer to let us all go; give up the town and the castle to save everyone’s life.  We would live to fight another day.  He’s got honor, but not my kind of honor.”

We bid him farewell and then left for the docks.  From the gates we could see out over the deep Nyr Dyv.  The city and keep were glowing red against the night sky.  The small dots of fire on the water indicated that the Iuzian navy was near. Iuz’s forces would soon descend on us all. 

We were running back to the ship when we came across the Horseman.  He told us of a problem with the Captain and the ship.  He had another ship lined up at the other end of the port, so we changed directions and hurried to old docks. 

We got to the end of the docks and came upon our ship.  It was a barge.  It was a Rhennee barge.  It was Zoran’s barge.  Just when I realized whose barge it was I felt a searing pain in my back.  Falling to my knees I looked over my shoulder to see Zoran above me holding the hilt of his dagger which was lodged half way into my back.  Thrusting it forward, I could feel the dagger dig deeper.  I could feel it tickle the edge of my heart sending a wave of nausea.  I started to fall forward.  Looking up at my leader, I could see the Horseman using an item to hold him in place.  The lower lids on my eyes tightened and my jaw clenched.  I felt as if I was going to die, but if I was going to die, I would take that double crossing Horseman with me.  Staggering to my feet I stepped forward.  In that same instant the horseman disappeared.  Confused, I looked around.  From behind the mounds of knocked over crates I saw the rest of the Rhennee.  They were surrounding us, all with crossbows drawn.  They fired and found their target, me.  I dropped to the ground falling into unconsciousness.   Everything went black, but before I went, I heard Zoran utter a few words.  It sounded like he was far in the distance.  He was talking to my leader. “I’m sorry my old friend, but Iuz pays far more than you could.  Don’t take this personally.  I delivered your goods and I’ll deliver your crates too.  I hope that you will hold no grudges against me, but as for now I must deliver you to…”

Mirq’et – Admundfort 

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM...The sound of war drums from a span ago still fresh in my ears resounding across the castle and through the harbor was intimidating. The assault on the castle and the city had begun. Siege engines on both sides catapulting flaming pitch; the allied forces combining counter march measures such as caltrops and the enemy using the body parts of fallen Shieldlanders as morale destroyers. Large makeshift ladders and climbing towers on rolling logs moved against the walls of the castle. The lower city had all but been deserted and now being destroyed and looted by the Horde. With little to no resistance the Horde made quick advance on the castle. 

The harbor and docks were protected by walls, towers and gate houses; originally to protect the city and castle from a naval assault now being used in the opposite, to protect the docks from the inside threat. Men fired arrows and tossed rocks and boiling pitch down upon the advancing Horde. I had already done what I could in helping set up defenses and the remaining Knights of the Hold Shielding were fighting valiantly. 
I was in the harbor and the docks in an attempt to stave off attack I cast fly upon myself and skimmed the tops of the docks, warehouses and commercial districts. I saw a too familiar sight of people swarming the last boats, rushing and elbowing each other to board anything that floated. Belvor had sent a flotilla from Whillip unannounced to aid in the evacuation of Admundfort. I saw fighting in the streets and alleys in attemtps to loot and beat people to the docks. A quick survey of the mass chaos of people and the surprise ships from Furyondy led me to believe that almost all the remaining people wound seek safety on the ships and be able to leave the island; except those remaining brave souls holding the walls, towers, and castle. 
At the worst period of the rush to the docks I felt a cold breeze across my body on the rooftop I was currently occupying. Strange only in that the wind in the trees and bushes was blowing from east to west and it was a warm evening in late spring. This cold wind blew across me from west to east and felt as though someone just walked on my grave. I focused my arcane eyes in the direction the breeze came from and I could see the light issue forth from my eyes illuminating the roof beneath me in dim reddish glow. When activated my arcane sight revealed magic auras of divine and arcane nature in effect; active magic, spells and items. The Docks lit up like the night sky, magic darting from here to there mostly people with minor magic items most likely family heirlooms and such. Several strong auras from specific areas that must were most likely mercenaries. I decided to follow the brightest of the auras that originated west of me. Darting in and out of buildings and warehouses I began to question that my query could be my old nemesis. There was no known reason for him to be here. As I was speeding to an old section of the harbor reserved for private merchants I saw several Rhennee barges roped to the docks. 
As I was drawing nearer to the collection of magic at the old docks I noticed some abyssal bats begin to descend on hapless refugees. Making a judgement call I could not let these demons devour helpless people. As I decided to act and potentially loose my query I saw one of the five bats grab a small dwarf off the ground and begin to fly off with him as the other four dived on hapless victims.  

Flying straight at the winged demon I drew Tho'kul; white cracks of holy power along its blade I struck him across the wing. In the blink of a eye the demon was wracked by benevolent energy and its body seized; a slight planar void opening in the center of its body sucking the creature bodily into the void, disappearing in a howl. The demon had the dwarf about thirty feet off the ground and was now free-falling to the ground. I grabbed for the dwarf in mid air and we both plummeted to the ground only landing with a medium thud by buffeting my fly spell against our heavy, rapid descent. 
"Run for the docks," I yelled and he ran as fast as his dwarven legs would carry him. Knowing that there were four more, they had quickly turned their attention to me and decided to attack me in unison feeling strength in numbers. The runes of my arm began to glow and I voiced the casting of a fireball "Valhura-shalas" right at the edge of exposure to myself to lure them in deeper. As they were engulfed in flame two balls of hardened ash dropped at my feet breaking apart and another two badly charred yet alive feral demons were upon me as planned. They attacked me with blind, unbridled rage and terror. I danced through them hacking and slashing, banishing both with Tho'kul in a matter of seconds, both hurtling back to the Abyss. I feared my fireball might alert those to my whereabouts as it was less than a subtle attack so I cloaked myself in invisibility. Flying through the buildings of the docks staying below the roof lines I emerged not that far to find a several high powered individuals, mercenaries most likely by a dock and several barges.

Just then a fight broke out and one group was upon each other. My arcane vision saw the largest bugbear i had ever seen on the dock just get a dagger plunged into his back. As I watched the ensuing melee the Rhennee launched several crossbow bolts as specific stationary targets, obviously the group unprepared for such a betrayal I saw him. On one of the nicer barges I saw a Rhennee turn, look right at me, pull back his head wrap and smile a crooked smile. I didn't immediately recognize him but I realized it could only be one person that could so easily see through my invisibility atop the roofs. Within a blink his face melted away and I saw the Second Son as plain as day, a smile still broadening his perfect features and guileful grace. I saw several bodies of the ambushed party get pushed into the water of the harbor and I dipped below the building to quickly gather my thoughts and strategy. I cursed under my breath, so many questions, no backup, and no knowledge of the situation or his allies; I would be greatly outnumbered. 
I was formulating my attack plan and was near to action when I felt a cold heavy object slam into my head, instantly paralyzing me from the impact. With blurry vision I saw a man in a black cloak drag me inside the nearest warehouse, "all will be well" he whispered, then all went dark...

Kel’Megdel – Admundfort

The brightness hurt my eyes.  I couldn’t feel my body.  It was morning.  I staggered to my feet using a crate to help me up.  Everything around me was deserted.  Looking up to the city I could see the destruction.  How did I survive?  I needed to get to the merchant section of the port.  Shaking my head, I realized that there was no way the Captain’s ship was still there.  Looking across the harbor, I saw that every ship was gone and the only things afloat in the harbor had orcs clinging to them. 

“The Horseman!” I thought, with anger.  I was so exhausted that I had to stop thinking.  I caught a glimpse of some orcs at the seawall, so I fell behind the crates onto my ass.  Digging into my bag I found a potion.  I began to feel much better and started to think about how I was going to get out of there.  At that same moment I looked down to my left.  There was a big pile of crates that had been knocked over.  Under which I saw the edge of a tarp.  Out of curiosity I lifted it up.  The edge of a small rowboat with faded light blue paint, which was flaking off.  It was better than gold.  I knew that if I waited ‘till mid-day I would be able to sneak it to the edge of the port and out the entrance. 

The middle of the day came and my plan worked.  One oar was all I had, but I cleared the harbor and headed west.  I knew where those crates were headed.  Hopefully I would run into someone when I got there.  For now, I had a lot of sea to cross.