Beginning Day: 8th of Lowsun
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Seeing the flash in the night, our adventurers set off back toward town, the light growing steadily in the sky as they went. Upon arrival, they found that rather than coming from the central stone, as they had thought, only a thin silvery line of mist rose from the stone that bent in the direction of the south eastern stone, the only other whose flocks had not yet been devastated. As they moved through town, Gorm was in the process of pointing the way back toward the stone they had just left, angrily attempting to send the high-elf Wizard Naivara Nailo in their direction, her having just arrived in town as well. Joining the group without much question, the team, now six in number, set off once more in the direction of the far stone. It was now well past midnight, but as they approached, a pulsing light lit the area brighter and brighter.
When they crested the last hill, they were greeted with the sight of what appeared to be a jagged rift in the air, hanging above the stone, and filled with a black void. Below the rift, a robed male Wizard struggled with a beam of light he had aimed at the rift itself, and was surrounded by three more wolves, as well as two men matching the description of Cassius and Doran. The men and wolves inched closer to the Wizard, and Cassius let loose an arrow at the man, which he narrowly dodged. The light dimming slightly as he pulled his attention away, the Wizard slammed his staff to the ground, throwing the men and creatures back a dozen paces.
"Assist me," he bellowed at the group. With another slam of his staff upon the ground, the group felt a wave of healing energy wash over them, energizing them for the fight to come. With that, the Wizard turned his attention fully back to his beam of light, which strengthened once more, and our heroes charged into the fray.
Aelar held Cassius at bay, trading arrows with the bowman at range, while his companions engaged the wolves and Doran with his staff at close range, noting that Doran's eyes were entirely consumed by a black void. Naivara, in a burst of arcane fury, unleashed a devastating blast of fire that incinerated one of the wolves where it stood. The remaining foes fell one by one, distracted each in turn by the cutting rebukes of Merla's wit, and each time an oily black film stretching first off of them and being sucked up into the rift before eventually falling to the group. After they dispatched the last wolf while it attempted to flee, the team moved to the now unconscious Cassius and Doran, free from the dark influence that had held them, and stabilized them. A short while later, the Wizard cried aloud and slammed his staff upon the ground once more, a final burst of white light impacting the rift which slammed shut. The faint glow from the stone faded, and the Wizard collapsed in relief against it.
When he had caught his breath, he woodenly thanked the gathered adventurers for their aid, and identified himself as Alidar, High Wizard of Fallcrest City. Before they could pepper him with further questions, he regained his composure, muttered a few words about notifying the Wizard's Council and for them to visit him in Fallcrest City, and took to the air, flying off to the south east. Perplexed, but exhausted, Damaia and Kaladan hauled the unconscious farmers onto their shoulders, and the group made its way back to town, where it seemed the entire countryside had gathered, reacting to the lights and shockwaves in the night. They were greeted with accolades, food, and drink, and then promptly ignored as the townsfolk tended to their wounded kin.
In the morning, Gorm stumbled in and provided a sack of gold that had been provided as payment for their deeds, and promptly departed, his job done. Percival as well bid them farewell, saying his was off to find a piece of eight, and jogging in Kaladan's mind the memory of a, in hindsight, remarkably familiar looking stone a distance out into the lake he had been fishing in not long ago. Although they were all looking right at him, no one could remember seeing Percival leave them; he simply wasn't there any longer. Gathering their things, and deciding to set off in the direction of Fallcrest City to find Alidar, and answers. Rather than taking the direct road that led first north through Newford before joining the main road, they took a detour back to their old campsite. Although it was nearing dark when they arrived, Merla and Kaladan spotted what looked like a stone standing in the lake a distance off. Our heroes carefully checked the surroundings for blights, before heading to bed.
In the morning, they awoke rested, energized, and enlightened from the activities of the previous days, having gained significant experience, and grown as individuals. Although they had known each other for less than an eightday, they were already forming bonds of friendship.
When they crested the last hill, they were greeted with the sight of what appeared to be a jagged rift in the air, hanging above the stone, and filled with a black void. Below the rift, a robed male Wizard struggled with a beam of light he had aimed at the rift itself, and was surrounded by three more wolves, as well as two men matching the description of Cassius and Doran. The men and wolves inched closer to the Wizard, and Cassius let loose an arrow at the man, which he narrowly dodged. The light dimming slightly as he pulled his attention away, the Wizard slammed his staff to the ground, throwing the men and creatures back a dozen paces.
"Assist me," he bellowed at the group. With another slam of his staff upon the ground, the group felt a wave of healing energy wash over them, energizing them for the fight to come. With that, the Wizard turned his attention fully back to his beam of light, which strengthened once more, and our heroes charged into the fray.
Aelar held Cassius at bay, trading arrows with the bowman at range, while his companions engaged the wolves and Doran with his staff at close range, noting that Doran's eyes were entirely consumed by a black void. Naivara, in a burst of arcane fury, unleashed a devastating blast of fire that incinerated one of the wolves where it stood. The remaining foes fell one by one, distracted each in turn by the cutting rebukes of Merla's wit, and each time an oily black film stretching first off of them and being sucked up into the rift before eventually falling to the group. After they dispatched the last wolf while it attempted to flee, the team moved to the now unconscious Cassius and Doran, free from the dark influence that had held them, and stabilized them. A short while later, the Wizard cried aloud and slammed his staff upon the ground once more, a final burst of white light impacting the rift which slammed shut. The faint glow from the stone faded, and the Wizard collapsed in relief against it.
When he had caught his breath, he woodenly thanked the gathered adventurers for their aid, and identified himself as Alidar, High Wizard of Fallcrest City. Before they could pepper him with further questions, he regained his composure, muttered a few words about notifying the Wizard's Council and for them to visit him in Fallcrest City, and took to the air, flying off to the south east. Perplexed, but exhausted, Damaia and Kaladan hauled the unconscious farmers onto their shoulders, and the group made its way back to town, where it seemed the entire countryside had gathered, reacting to the lights and shockwaves in the night. They were greeted with accolades, food, and drink, and then promptly ignored as the townsfolk tended to their wounded kin.
In the morning, Gorm stumbled in and provided a sack of gold that had been provided as payment for their deeds, and promptly departed, his job done. Percival as well bid them farewell, saying his was off to find a piece of eight, and jogging in Kaladan's mind the memory of a, in hindsight, remarkably familiar looking stone a distance out into the lake he had been fishing in not long ago. Although they were all looking right at him, no one could remember seeing Percival leave them; he simply wasn't there any longer. Gathering their things, and deciding to set off in the direction of Fallcrest City to find Alidar, and answers. Rather than taking the direct road that led first north through Newford before joining the main road, they took a detour back to their old campsite. Although it was nearing dark when they arrived, Merla and Kaladan spotted what looked like a stone standing in the lake a distance off. Our heroes carefully checked the surroundings for blights, before heading to bed.
In the morning, they awoke rested, energized, and enlightened from the activities of the previous days, having gained significant experience, and grown as individuals. Although they had known each other for less than an eightday, they were already forming bonds of friendship.
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Ending Day: 10th of Lowsun
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