Session 1 can be found here:
Dear Brother Farrow,
I am sending another missive on behalf of my master, the Sorcerer King. He is now calling to arms all those that wish to have eternal glory in Darkness with him. Please! Come join us! Although there were losses on both sides, it seems as if the battles are evenly matched. But this won’t last. Our king has much power and is holding back. When he unleashes his full wrath, you must be by his side! The riches that await us are bountiful! Below you will find more notes I have written on the happenings as of late. I want this battle to be recorded, never knowing if I will be asked to offer myself as a sacrifice for the greater evil. Read on, dear brother as I enter week nine…
When last I wrote, Azaxas had just fallen and the hero’s were on their way to the 3rd level of the dungeon.
When they arrived, they were weary, but standing strong. Their feeble attempts at staying alive were laughable though, as they felt a chill upon entering the cold dark place. To their right they could just make out a master hellhound covered in ice, and when they looked north, they saw a doorway, that was glowing with the heat of a hellhound’s breath. Fire and Ice surrounded them as the master hellhound to their right, Frontfang, advanced. They fought valiantly, taking hits, and thawing their frozen weapons just in time to be attacked again. Just as they began to see a weakening in Frontfang, the blood apes showed up and had their way with the hero’s. They barely made it out of the 3rd level alive. The bad breath one with the bear tattoo continues to use his grappling strength on the monsters. We are assured victory next time.
I left Dawnsmoor and moved north towards Tamiliar. Whisperings of the hero’s plans come to me as I gather my troops. My king has cast a spell and added strength to our forces so that they now glow with a silver kind of magic. The skeletons seeming to glow the brightest silver of all. We gain more power by the minute. I receive word that the renegades are on the move through the Haunted Trail so I am directed to send in our silver glowing golems. They look fierce and have great armor, alas, they can not move very fast and since our so-called hero’s are good at running away, they don’t do much damage. Next time perhaps we’ll send in the sorcerers instead.
Week 5 dawns bright and clear, a miserable omen for the dark side, as the party is on the move still, as am I. I’ve now reached Tamiliar, and am halfway to my final destination. Fun to watch the peasants scramble in fear as I arrive at their little place of filth they call home. As I settle in to camp for the night, I meet with my spy. He tells me of the encounter the fops had with Nageera, our queen Naga. Nageera was one of our most powerful nagas. Too bad they caught her unaware in the Ancient Grove. Because of the trees blocking movement, she could not attack. And once again, the so-called hero’s drew from their running capabilities, attacking Nageera and then running away. It also seems they follow the one called Silouette. She doesn’t seem like much of a leader, beside the fact that she’s a women, but yet, they let her dictate their actions. Must be the meat shields lack of wits, or perhaps Silhouettes’ firm backside? Only time will tell. I have heard also that she is now in possession of the Gauntlet’s of Power. Does she really think this will help her against the Darkness?
Seems the gods are with us this week, for the silly fools got themselves lost! How sad. Instead of encountering the vast hordes of minions I had carefully laid in their path, they ended up back at the previous city they were at! Trying to fortify their resources again and figure out which way caused them to circle back on their map. Perhaps their eyes were on their leader instead of the trail? I sit and laugh with my comrades as we decide to stay here in Tamiliar for a bit. We laid siege to the city, since it was so obviously unprotected. Don’t think we’ll stay long, unless of course, we meet with no opposition. What a coo! To take Tamiliar would grant me much favor in the King’s eyes! I sit back to feast upon quail and grapes while my forces fight outside my tent. Maybe I’ll rest my eyes for awhile…
Still in Tamiliar, word came from my master today on our siege. He is pleased. We are still fighting and the town is falling quickly. Perhaps we shall just stay here? Still no word on when the renegades plan to venture toward their home town. Oh Stink-breath! Oh Ugly-mug! Can you hear me? Oh leader-wench! Oh old wizard! Come and get me! I feel like shouting to the renegades. Taking a city should not be so easy. Wait! I just received word, they are in training, but my spies can not found out where. They must be hiding in some secret place. I hope their training is worth the fall of their homeland…You should join me dear brother! The food and wenches are a-plenty! I’m off in search of some now!
The so-called hero’s are on the move again. They’ve meandered into butterfly meadow - probably were entranced by the pretty bugs and got distracted - and were ambushed by a Silent Raid. My master ferrox, Sanguine, laid in wait for them and attacked while they were sleeping. Unfortunately, Sanguine and his minions didn’t notice Trenloe - I mean bad breath - who was standing watch (even though they should have smelled him), and were immediately grappled. No where to turn, and unable to run (like little Silouette is so good at), they were attacked and killed before they could fight back. Unfortunately, the silver dust we had was not given to our ferrox, we used most of it on the skeletons, so their powers were meager at best. Still slowed the troop a bit as they woke Varikas and Landrec from their deep sleep, and decided where to go next.
They decided to head toward the nearest dungeon, probably in search of treasure, the greedy lot, and entered the layered dungeon level 1, where our King of the Mountain skeleton, Berit, lay in wait. The inclines in the dungeon seemed to confuse the hero’s, and even though they could easily hide behind rocks and rubble, they chose to stand in the open on the first level, while Berit shot his silver arrows at them from 3 levels above which gave him extra range and more damage then he could have done on the same level. The hero’s began to fall and more skeletons spawned from behind the rocks on the furthest of level 2 and 3. Arrows flying quickly now and little hope of ever progressing forward, the hero’s were falling quickly. In the time it took them to take out 1 skeleton, another appeared and sent them running for town, something we’ve established, they were very good at. Much time passed when finally Berit grew bored and let them take him, for he wanted many stories told of his glory and his fall. Even though undying times 2, he failed to rise and the hero’s took great pain in taking down the rest of the monsters, and finally the ogre that guarded the chest, only to find out the chest was in fact a beastman who gave them a beating before he was killed. They distributed the wealth, which consisted of a nasty weapon which they gave to Varikas, called Shillelaugh, that, combined with his skill of Weapon Mastery, will be very annoying indeed. No matter, they barely made it to the portal leading to level 2. Wait until they see what lies in wait on the next level! What fun it will be to listen to their screams of agony as I drink my ale…
Brother! My OverLord summons me! I must go! I will continue at a later time! Again, I urge to to join the forces of Darkness and hasten to the OverLord’s Keep! Hopefully I’ll see you there!
Sincerely Lord Alric Farrow
Dear Lord Alric,
I would gladly join you in battle, but I know not when and where? If you could reveal your exact location I could send my troops to capt..., I mean join forces with you
The Lord High Master Kevin of Devine
*laugh* Lord Kevin, I have received your missive
and am contacting the master with where and when he
would like you placed. Hopefully the message is
not intercepted. I will get back to you with post
haste on our orders. In the meantime, be wary of
friendly commrades who ask your plans! There are
Sincerely, Lord Alric