Harbinger of Doom

Bonecrunching

Crunch. Delicious.
Must feed. Tender human flesh is best.
Oh, that human with the pitchfork is trying to stab. My tentacles knock him down. My tentacles grab him and pull him closer for a bite. Crunch.

I gorge. I grow stronger. Every day I hunt and feed and every day I become more powerful.
My thirst is not yet slaked yet my prey grows cold as the humans’ hearts stop and blood stop flowing. I am still hungry.

A sound. Foot steps from the west. A group of humans. They are noisy. They are not cautious. I will feed again soon. I fly closer. Come to me. I will wait. I do not have to fly hard or fast to catch this prey. They will be an easy meal. I cannot help myself but tell them they have but moments to live. They look like they will enjoy my strength.

The big one sees me. He mutters in that globby human tongue. He charges me. He has hit me, but now he is close to me. I will gorge on goliath flesh. It looks tasty.

The eladrin charges me as well. She puts a geas – I must attack her. I will obey. Her flesh is more delicate than the others and I am hungry. My tentacles hit. My tentacles grab. I bite.

The robed one masters the arcane. His attacks slow my flight. He has capture me over a pit. I must not leave. He compels me not to leave.

The tiny one is quick. My tentacles lash but miss. He hits me. His antics trick me into movement. I shall enjoy his flesh last.

The goliath is strong. His axe bites deep. I shall have to end the eladrin soon and feed on him next. His tough flesh shall make me tough.

Their wounds are closing! There is another elf giving them aid from the gods. I must end the eladrin soon and feast on him next. This prey is stronger than I thought.

There, the eladrin is done. I drop her. I focus on the other elf, the cleric. My tentacles hit. My tentacles grab. I bite.

The goliath and tiny one continue to wound. I must step up the pace. I must end them soon and feast later. I surge. I incapacitate the cleric.

He arises still. He is powerful. I must end them all. I must feed. I must grow stronger.

I am bloody. My life is starting to flow. I am weaker. I must kill. I must live.

I need to kill that cleric. I will not stop at unconscious, I must end him. I must bite until I hear his neck break. My tentacles hit. My tentacles grab. I bite.

The cleric is dead. I drop him. I will feast on him last. His flesh may be delicate but he will have the taint of his deity.

The goliath is still hitting. The eladrin is controlling the elements with her sword. The halfling is dodging my blows and blinding me. I must act quickly. I surge. My tentacles hit. My tentacles grab. I bite.

The eladrin is down. I must end the goliath. I must act quickly. I must live.

I am bleeding.

I am dying.

The goliath is still hitting. The halfling is still stabbing. The robed one is still battering my mind.

My tentacles hit. My tentacles grab. I bite.

The goliath is still alive. He has his own reserves. He is raging. His attacks are more powerful. I must end him soon. The halfling is dodging my blows and attacking. I must end him soon. The robed one is still attacking my mind. I must end him soon.

I am bleeding.

My tentacles hit. My tentacles grab. I bite.

I bleed.

I die.

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Hot on the trail

Lispeth glared at the giant. He seemed to shrink before her glare, and despite being over 10 feet taller than the Eladrin, he just seemed so much shorter than her. “What did you see?!”, she demanded angrily. “Where did they go?”

The giant fumbled his words. His sense of loss and hopeless clearly written on his face and shrunken shoulders. “They went that way.” He pointed North-East. “They took the bound man and threw him on the winged thing and flew that way.”

“Who were they?” came the Eladrin’s next question.

The giant, his eyes darting among the rest of the party members, replied, “Torg doesn’t know. Only know there were four men. Two looked the same. They looked like soldiers. One man wore green gloves, red robes, and a red cape. One man had a patch and many blades.”

“I want names!”, yelled the Eladrin.

The giant, who could finally crouch no lower, blurted out quickly, “Torg doesn’t know names. Just know man in cape was leader. Man with patch ordered other two men. All of them got on winged beast and flew away. The cloak had a symbol with a swirl, with crescents with circles with rings, and a wave. Had many tattoos.”

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The Saga of Inc, Inc.
Turning a page

With the final blow to the back of his skull, General Zithuruun falls lifeless to the ground. A disgraced general, forced to to bear his shame atop a worthless mount and apparent pawn in a complex game of chess, he finds peace in the stillness of death. Somewhere, the Raven Queen smiles, briefly.

Zithuruun’s army, really no more than a ragtag assemblage of trolls and dark men, quickly realizes that their leader has fallen and word spreads quickly. Within an hour the city finds the brigands have retreated and the siege of the city is lifted. The city is saved.

On the 28th day of Elient (“The Fading”), the day that Zithuruun is defeated, the council declares a period of mourning. For 3 days the city mourns and repairs. Highharvestide arrives in a somewhat muted fashion. The heroes are celebrated, and several feasts are held in their honor on this holiday, but the town still grieves, and this shows occasionally.

The morning after Highharvestide, on the 1st day of Marpenoth (“Leaffall”), the heroes awaken to a solid rain and dreary day. The skies are oddly purple in the morning, a site which is reported to only be seen once in a hundred years (indeed none are alive that can say when they saw such strange hues in a morning sky). The wind is strong and it is a chill day. The heroes are greeted during their morning revelry with news from 2 messengers who arrive at almost the same time.

The first announces that the council has news for them and wishes and audience as soon as possible.

The second is from an unknown sender and reports that a man with a patch and wearing several bladed weapons (fitting roughly the description of “Thorn”) was seen in the vicinity of Rhatavin (this being the location where the party regularly met with the hermit and some 10 days ride west by horse).

Upon answering the first messenger’s summons to the council’s meeting chambers, the party is told that the council has received news from one of the Freeriders group (Meghan Swiftblade) that she has knowledge of who was truly behind General Zithuruun’s attack on Overlook. She is currently located some several days ride east, and the council has lost contact with her. The council expresses to the heroes that it would like the heroes to ride forth to Meghan’s town, ensure her safety, and retrieve the information from her.

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