Drama in the washroom! We get info from woman, and we will KILL Drows!
We decided to loot a great big caravan. Epik fighting with kool wind rakes ridden by mages. The mages and the caravan have phat loot that the villagers will use to repel the invaders of Shadowdale. The strongest of the mages had on him EE’s SUPER RING and Alokkair’s bracelet (probably). We go into rown, and witness the beginning of a public execution. We have to stop it!We stop it! [illegible dwarven runes] The rebellion has started!
Meanwhile, in the Cormanthor forest not far from Misteldale….
She was momentarly blinded by the snow as she emerged from her tent. The guard standing just outside caught the movement of the tent flap and snapped to attention as his High Captain Darkhope emerged.
Darkhope gave a short nod to the saluting guard and started walking towards the tent of her officers. As the walked towards it she noticed several of the low ranking officers scurrying out of her way. Darkhope smiled in satisfaction, 10 years ago she had been hunting the same people on behalf of Tyr the Betrayer. Thankfully Fzoul Chembryl, the High Priest of the Zentharims, had been there to show her how she could redeem herself and seek vengeance on those who had abandoned her. In return for her loyalty to the Zentharims – the Black Network as it was sometimes called – she had been given the rank of High Captain and the title of Baroness.
Baroness Darkhope, she liked the sound of the name, she remembered with fondness how pleased she had been when she received that title. Her smile widened even further as she let her thoughts dwell on her current one – Viscountess. A title, Fzoul had promised, that would be escalated to Countess once her campaign on Shadowdale and Mistledale had been successful. The smile reached her ears.
Realizing that she was probably grinning like a fool, Darkhope checked herself before entering the tent. Inside it she saw Azailon, her First Captain, talk to some of the lieutenants. She also noticed that two of her personal bodyguards were present. They were devils, a gift from Fzoul. The two devils flanked a cloaked person, she didn’t recognize him and turned her attention to the First Captain.
“Report!” she demanded.
The officers snapped to attention and fists were slapped to the chain over their hearts.
“Lady, 50 more men joined our ranks since last morning, that brings the number of this camp up to over 800 strong, with more than a thousand of our men scattered among the other camps. This is not including our agents and cells who are still in hiding. Our scouts reports some elven activity in the periphery of our camp but are still keeping a good job feeding the tree-huggers misleading clues about our true numbers.”
Darkhope nodded, keeping more than a battalion men hidden from the watchful eyes of Mistledale’s scouts had been no easy task and she owed a great deal of the success to the scouts from the city of Shade.
“What about our garrison in Shadowdale?”. No answer came. “Well?!”. She pressed. The sudden silence from the big First Captain was uncharacteristic. She saw him shot a quick glance towards the person standing between the devils.
“Who is this man?”
“He is Mazilon, Lady High Captain, one of Eregul’s”, the First Captain stepped up to her side and handed her a small object, it was a ring, one that identified the stranger as a Skymage.
Of course, Eregul’s Skymages often wore magical disguises as a protection against assassination attempts, that was why she hadn’t recognized him. Why Eregul had sent one of his lessers perplexed, and on a deeper level, worried her.
“Well then, speak!”, she moved closer to the wizard as she sized him up, he looked nervous.
“L-la-Lady,” he stammered, “I regret to inform you that we ha-have run into s-s-some problems with the operation. The caravan we sent for after the destruction of the portal has – has been lost.”
Darkhope froze. Lost. As in ‘gone’? Who would dare? She felt her previous worry being replaced by anger. Without supplies the standing garrison would have to turn to looting and pillaging of the Dale. “What do you mean ‘lost’, wizard? When? Where? Who?!”
The Skymage was visibly shaken. “Just yesterday, at the crossroad north of the village proper. I am the only survivor, after I made my report to the First Captain in Shadowdale….”. He swallowed. “… a rebellion broke loose.”
A sword came clear of it’s scabbard. “WHAT?!!!!” The Skymage suddenly found himself with his back up against the two devils and his throat up against the sword of Darkhope. She let some of her inner magic seep into her voice. “Answer quick or I will flense your sorry hide and trap your soul between this world and the afterlife!”
“A rebellion Mistress…. the villagers revolted, they are lead by a band of adventures at least four strong. The… the Tower is under siege. Th….” His sentence was cut short as Darkhope drove her sword through his guts. She turned around to face her officers, her voice shaking with rage. “Assemble the army! We are returning to Shadowdale NOW!” She turned to her bodyguards. “Get the others, and get my steed, we are moving ahead to coordinate the defence until the main force arrive.” The two devils grinned and went on to the task. Darkhope turned around to the gasping Skymage, still impaled on her sword. “And you!,” the grabbed the hilt of her sword. “Your chance of redemption is still within your grasp, return to Shadowdale and notify Eregul that he is to assemble all the Skymages in the Twisted Tower. If you survive the wounds until the task is done I might still value you as useful.” The next words that came from the Skymage shocked the High Captain. “Mistress, the adventures…. they killed Eregul.” Darkhope shrieked as she spun around, the guts of the Skymage went flying into the air.