20th of Olarune 994 YK
Fighting raged on along the Saeran road. Grim and Brother Aden were battling for the nation of Cyre against Breland when their commander barked orders to them. “Get up that hill to the tower and stop the Brelish soldiers that are trying to fortify it!” Without hesitation they rushed up the hill towards the ruins that used to be a watch tower. When they neared where the front door used to stand, they noticed Avarel entering through the side where a piece of wall had fallen away. Before any dialog was exchanged, the ground game to life as three Kruthik hatchings emerged and began attacking Avarel.
Brother Aden moved in to assist with the help of a traveling Deva they were able to fell two of the beasts. Grim stepped up and crushed another under his great axe and Quarion burst one into pieces with his magic missile. The threat appeared to be over when three more emerged from the ground and attempted to sink their talons into Quarion, but were unable to as he quickly darted into the shadows and away from danger. While preoccupied with the Kruthik annoyances, two odd looking creates appeared from around the corner and began shooting bolts into the part. They looked like some one had smashed two goblins together with their 2 mouths and 4 arms. They were quick little devils darting in and out shooting bolts from behind the party. Avarel got behind one of them, putting an end to his quick escape. With his partner down, the other one was easy pickings for the party and dropped while trying to flee up and over the ruined tower wall. In an odd form of celebration and a surprise to the others around him, Grim ripped the limb off the Dolgrim and drank its blood.
With the monsters dispatched, the party found themselves with two Brelish nobles shackled to the wall. One was suspended over some odd magic circle, unconscious while the other was able to speak, but beat up. Grim freed the speaking prisoner who introduced himself as Lord Major Bren ir’Gadden. Grim then moved on towards the other prisoner but was stopped before entering the circle of magic by Quarion. “Stepping in that circle would even make your head swim for days and you’ll end up just like this poor guy.” Instead he used his great axe to break the shackles and pull Alric to safety. They were able to get him conscious again, but he was babbling incoherently.
Quarion while inspecting the circle found its markings to translate themselves in front of his eyes. Five at the brink of desolation stand as one against the tempest’s roar. What could it mean? Five of the people present? Five of the nations? Who knows what this verse of the prophecy means. He would have to report his findings and maybe they would be able to interpret the meaning.
When the party formed their uneasy partnership they made Bren assist Alric and headed for the exit to get back to the battle with their new captives. As they emerged from the tower strange orange lightning flashed across the sky followed by a rumble of thunder so strong, it shook the ground beneath their feet. In front of them stood two men with shields bearing the distinct mark of the Emerald Claw on them. Behind them stood a woman dressed in green and black, who shouted to the party. “Give us the prisoner, or suffer the consequences!”
Grim shouted back, “Alright, then prepare to die!” With a wave of her hands the party was surrounded by zombies relentlessly advancing upon them. Quickly Quarion summoned a column of golden flames and enveloped a vast amount of the zombies. Grim stepped up and began slashing through the remaining ones. Seeing the barbarians advance, the women quickly cast a spell and reduced Grim’s strength in attempts to aide her guards in taking him down. The two guards formed a wall between her and the party while giving covering fire with their crossbows. They were able to slow down Grim in his advance but not enough to stop him as he made contact with the first guard. Many blows were exchanged and then Grim brought his Great Axe to bear crashing down on the guard. Seeing his death coming through the air at him, the guard was able to lash out one last time with his flail and made contact with Grim when the ax cleaved into him. Both fighters dropped to their knees, appearing to be dead. Then Grim rose and withdrew his ax from the guard, allowing the now defeated guard to crash to the ground.
Looking behind him he saw that Brother Aden was down. They had been hit multiple times by a very nasty spell from the woman hiding behind the last guard. He gathered his breath and let his rage go, running towards the last two Emerald Claw members standing. The woman was already engaged with the Deva’s summoned construct, while the Deva bandaged Brother Aden to ensure this wans’t his last battle. The last of the Emerald Claw agents now terrified at the sudden change of tide in the battle, began to retreat down the road. Grim and Avarel made sure that didn’t happen and were able to but both of them down again.As the battle raged on the sky had turned from the dark grey it started as to now colors of orange and red that would even rival the most colorful sunsets. Looking down the hill they would see a large grey mist roll down the road, enveloping the clashing armies below. At the end of the battle there was no signs of conflict, simply deathly silence. The road below couldn’t be seen and no battle cries to be heard. Not even the clank of armor from a person moving. The grey mist now totally opaque and not allowing any of its secrets to escape. The nation of Cyre is blanketed in it as far as anyone can see. Something terrible has happened…