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<blockquote data-quote="Cafu" data-source="post: 6119108" data-attributes="member: 6692807"><p>With the help of our guides from the Monastery of the Two Winds, our return journey through the mountains was much faster and quicker. More importantly, it was uneventful. The monks were very respectful but silent. There was no discourse to be had with them and in turn, their presence inhibited any conversation we may have wanted to have about our recent experiences or future plans, making us far more reticent than normal. We really did not want to discuss any of our plans or thoughts while we had their company. I had no doubt whatsoever that the actions, speech and details of our journey would be reported exhaustively to the two Masters, Pilus and Longinus. All of us also agreed that, bearing in mind the discoveries we had made in the Forbidden Valley, the Masters were not to be trusted; they were only helping us because at the moment, we had a common cause: the recovery of the Torch of the Burning Sky.</p><p> </p><p>Finally, we reached the edge of the plains and the monks turned back.</p><p> </p><p>As soon as they were gone, John exclaimed:</p><p> </p><p>“Thank the gods for that. They were very nice, very polite and all that but it was like being watched all the time.”</p><p> </p><p>Drudge added: “Well, that’s pretty much what they were doing; watching us. But, like you said, it was all so very polite and civilized so they won’t have anything interesting to report. Now, let’s go to Ronda.”</p><p> </p><p>Ronda was the small town on the way to Castle Korstull and which had been recommended to us if we wanted to purchase horses.</p><p> </p><p>As we travelled through this new land of Sindaire, I looked around me with interest. It was flat, green and looked very fertile, although there was a surprising amount of trees growing throughout this landscape. As it was such flat country, we felt a little more secure since it was easy to see people or creatures approaching from a distance but thankfully, we managed to get to Ronda without any incidents.</p><p> </p><p> The village was little different than various other farming villages we had seen in other lands; the whole settlement revolved around agriculture, depending on the produce of the farms around it and in turn they used it as a fulcrum for their activities in buying and selling. The only difference between Ronda and a village of the same type in Dassen for example, was that there were more halflings and gnomes to be seen amongst the inhabitants. Remarkably, even the houses looked similar.</p><p> </p><p>People looked at us with interest; I suspected that strangers were unusual in these parts. We asked guidance to a livery, if there was one here; there was one indeed and finding it in a place of this size was not so difficult. The liveryman emerged from a building with the requisite sign: </p><p> </p><p>“Good day sirs. May I help you?”</p><p> </p><p>He was human and fairly garrulous. We did not bargain too hard for the horses and once our business was done, he said:</p><p> </p><p>“If you don’t mind me saying so sirs, you have the look of those that go to the Castle.”</p><p> </p><p>We just stared at him.</p><p> </p><p>He continued: “Well, maybe you are and maybe you’re not but just in case, there’s a lot of Ragesians around there.” His face twisted as he said the name Ragesians. “They patrol the land near the castle; think they own it. They cause all sorts of trouble in Gathin.”</p><p> </p><p>Then he muttered almost inaudibly: “I wish we could kick them all out!”</p><p> </p><p>We had also heard of Gathin. That was the nearest town to the Castle just under a day’s travel from there. It was supposedly a couple of days travel on horseback from here.</p><p> </p><p>We still looked at the liveryman. We were not going to say anything to a complete stranger, especially not here. Politely, though, we thanked him and mounted.</p><p> </p><p>We rode away and as we travelled out of the town, I said: </p><p> </p><p>“I don’t want to go to Gathin.”</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim looked at me with an unspoken question on his face.</p><p> </p><p>“Well, think about it. If the Ragesians patrol the area rigorously and it is the only settlement around, they are bound to have spies in there. I realize that it will not be long before they realize that someone has entered the firestorm but there’s no need for us to make the job easier for them.”</p><p> </p><p>John then added: “The Masters said that their encampment is to the East of the storm. We could come from the West.”</p><p> </p><p>Drudge shook his head: “That would add days to our journey and we wouldn’t gain much anyway. From what the liveryman was saying, they patrol widely. I agree that we should avoid Gathin though. We don’t need to go through it and the less people see us the better I think.”</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim just nodded and we kept riding.</p><p> </p><p>The trip took us about two days. We did avoid Gathin but we knew we approached the Castle as we began to smell the fire; sulfur and that peculiar burning smell. I remembered it from the Fire Forest of Innenotdar. Once one has smelt it, one cannot mistake it. It is the smell of hungry flame. Even if we hadn’t smelled it, we could see a crimson glow in the distance; after the Fire Forest, there was no mistaking that sight either.</p><p> </p><p>We camped that night, with the knowledge that we were about to attempt the impossible; pass through the firestorm, recover the Torch and then make sure to keep it out of the hands of an army of Ragesians who surrounded the area numbering in the hundreds if not the thousands; oh, and get to the Resistance with it.</p><p> </p><p>We discussed which magic to take. I said to Felix:</p><p> </p><p>“There was talk of many undead there; please bear that in mind.”</p><p> </p><p>The priest frowned: “Undead? Where did you hear that? I don’t remember anything like that.”</p><p> </p><p>I took out my accounts and flipped through them: “Ah, yes, there. Cranston Snord, the gnomish representative of Sindaire to the Council of Seaquen. When he first told the Council about the location of the Torch, he also spoke of the Firestorm of stories of the dead walking the land.”</p><p> </p><p>The priest took my journal and read it through. Then he nodded.</p><p> </p><p>Soon after, it was time to go to sleep. Just as we were settling down, the first watch shook us quietly. It was not even full darkness yet; in the distance, we could see a group of mounted figures, together with a huge dog-like creature. We recognized them immediately as Ragesians. The dog was most likely to be a hell hound; they seemed to have an interminable pack of those things.</p><p> </p><p>I spoke quietly to Longhelim:</p><p> </p><p>“Do we talk?”</p><p> </p><p>He shook his head.</p><p> </p><p>“No point. It’s only going to finish one way. We may as well take advantage of the distance.”</p><p> </p><p>I replied: “Good! There’s a new spell I want to try out anyway; although they have to be a bit closer.”</p><p> </p><p>The mounted group rode briskly towards us and as they reached my maximum range, suddenly a green cloud appeared on top of a large part of the patrol. Four of them dropped. Two others rode through it but they were retching; effective spell.</p><p> </p><p>Drudge in the meantime, was doing some target practice. One of the figures was obviously in full plate mail and he was the ranger’s designated target; using his own skills, Drudge aimed into the sky, three arrows flew and his target, at an impossible range, almost fell off its horse. I could barely see the enemy at that distance; he was aiming at individual figures.</p><p> </p><p>There was shout and the riders split, obviously well experienced or even trained in avoiding magical spells. Simultaneously, the dog which I had thought was a hell hound, charged towards us at full pelt. As it approached, I had to revise my initial assessment; the thing was the size of a draught horse! It was also wearing chainmail; that was an unpleasant innovation.</p><p> </p><p>The Ragesian group was divided into three distinct types; the heavily armoured riders, whom I recognized from earlier battles as knights; these were expert riders, used as heavy cavalry and I saw them handling large crossbows while guiding their horses effortlessly with their knees; I wouldn’t even begin to guess how they did that; then there were normal soldiers; these wielded short bows and did not seem quite as expert with them; then, there was the final figure, their leader; he looked human as he charged forward but then suddenly he just disappeared! Somehow he had turned invisible!</p><p> </p><p>We couldn’t worry too much about that now as the huge hound had arrived to be confronted by Victor and Longhelim; both warriors were only in their night attire, or light chain shirts and therefore were far more vulnerable than normal.</p><p> </p><p>I stopped paying that much attention at this point though as several of the knights were targeting me with their crossbows; of course they hit me; I was an easy target and I had just incanted one of my most powerful spells on their cohorts causing four of their number to perish; they were not happy; even more worrying was that the bolts they were using were very nasty; I wasn’t sure just what they were but they seemed to go right through me; literally. For this reason, as soon as the opportunity arose, I made myself invisible and moved away. I noticed that the hound began to sniff immediately but in the surrounding air so heavy with sulfur and the general stink of burning, it was difficult to discern one clean dwarf, thankfully. So, the dog, with a growl, bit Victor instead.</p><p> </p><p>The warrior was not impressed and slashed the dog back immediately but he was not nearly as impressive as Longhelim. With a cry of “For the glory of Heironeous”, the paladin invoked a power and he almost glowed. Whatever he did, he hit the dog and caused a massive wound in its leg. The dog yelped and whipped around, snarling at his new foe.</p><p> </p><p>The crossbowmen, in the meantime, had also found a new target: Drudge. In normal circumstances, I would have backed our archer even against three of them without any qualms but then Drudge began to turn his head wildly and then was struck by an unseen foe; in other words the invisible leader had joined the battlefield! More worryingly, the leader stayed invisible! Simultaneously, I noticed that the bolts that had struck the ranger, embedded themselves so deeply that I suspected that they were having the same powerful effect they had had on me.</p><p> </p><p>I realised that we had to begin to thin out the enemy as quickly as possible; with being caught asleep, our warriors were unarmoured and vulnerable. Therefore, I did my spell of speed; it was always useful and helped the whole group; John by this point had also turned invisible and must have been healing Drudge, who was taking dreadful punishment; Felix had cast a spell which bolstered all of us and then incanted another which made a stone wall appear around Drudge, John and himself; hopefully that would hinder the striking capability of the invisible commander; or so I thought.</p><p> </p><p>Then there was an agonized shout from Drudge:</p><p> </p><p>“Faden that invisible….ugh…….”</p><p> </p><p>He had obviously been hit again and I cast the spell which allowed me to see the invisible; and yes, there he was, the commander, close to his dog, and stabbing with a lance from horseback; he was very good with it.</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim was still fighting the dog and using his strange holy power, making the dog withdraw with his might. Victor was also hitting the canine although he seemed to be going through his periodic balance loss as he was missing just as often as he was hitting; then… yes…..there he managed one of his mighty strikes and the dog retreated from both the warriors. I saw the commander raise his lance for another strike when two bolts shot and struck Drudge; the lancer quickly followed by his own strike and Drudge fell to the ground, in flames; the lancer then switched targets and hit Longhelim, causing the paladin to grunt and cast a glance in my direction. Then he stopped momentarily and clasped himself around the waist; his hands glowed and some of his wounds closed.</p><p> </p><p>I already knew what I was going to do: incanting a spell, I caused a cloud of golden dust and motes to appear around the lancer. Unfortunately, Felix was caught in it as well, but he just shrugged it off; most importantly, the lancer appeared; as he did, Victor slashed the hound and for once found his balance. His strike felled the hound and in one smooth movement, he pivoted and struck the lancer at the same time; then with the speed given to him by my spell, he struck him at least twice more.</p><p> </p><p>One of the soldiers rode in and attacked Longhelim with an axe. The paladin ignored him and then struck the lancer who finally fell. Victor stepped up and hit the soldier who also fell. This was enough for the rest of the Ragesians. They had lost their commander and their pet as well as several of the knights and soldiers. The others then decided that discretion was the better part of valour. Most of them were able to get away; we were on foot and they were on horses; we were also in no great shape to continue the fight with the warriors in their light armour and Longhelim badly wounded. Drudge had just been brought around but he was spitting mad. I managed to trap two of the knights in my spell of fog which obscured vision and severely restricted movement; this gave us a little grace while healing was being administered. Then I cast my ball of fire at the area. This had the effect of removing the fog and as soon as that happened, both knights rode as if all the devils from the different hells were after them; in different directions.</p><p> </p><p>Drudge was not to be denied though. Drawing a deep breath, he first managed one shot as he moved into position and hit one fleeing knight; then, gathering himself while the knight rode into the distance, he aimed his bow high, seemed to wait for an age and as the knight reached slightly higher ground, fired three arrows with amazing speed. One of them struck the target at an almost impossible distance, causing him to topple from his saddle.</p><p> </p><p>Unfortunately, there was no way we were going to be able to catch any of the others so the Ragesians were now aware of our presence; this was no great disaster; this was going to happen fairly quickly anyway but unfortunately, the survivors of this patrol would be able to give them an idea of our capability; as well as our location at this moment. It was with this in mind that we quickly gathered whatever spoils of war were possible and moved some distance to another camp. There we examined our little haul briefly and I found several crossbow bolts with coloured tags; they must have been made especially for the knights and magically enhanced; that was why they hurt so much when they hit their target. I rubbed my chest, remembering when one of them was fired at me earlier.</p><p> </p><p>We spent the rest of the night undisturbed and in the morning, we began to prepare our spells, knowing the in a few hours time, we would be in Castle Korstull, last resting place of Emperor Drakus Coaltongue.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Cafu, post: 6119108, member: 6692807"] With the help of our guides from the Monastery of the Two Winds, our return journey through the mountains was much faster and quicker. More importantly, it was uneventful. The monks were very respectful but silent. There was no discourse to be had with them and in turn, their presence inhibited any conversation we may have wanted to have about our recent experiences or future plans, making us far more reticent than normal. We really did not want to discuss any of our plans or thoughts while we had their company. I had no doubt whatsoever that the actions, speech and details of our journey would be reported exhaustively to the two Masters, Pilus and Longinus. All of us also agreed that, bearing in mind the discoveries we had made in the Forbidden Valley, the Masters were not to be trusted; they were only helping us because at the moment, we had a common cause: the recovery of the Torch of the Burning Sky. Finally, we reached the edge of the plains and the monks turned back. As soon as they were gone, John exclaimed: “Thank the gods for that. They were very nice, very polite and all that but it was like being watched all the time.” Drudge added: “Well, that’s pretty much what they were doing; watching us. But, like you said, it was all so very polite and civilized so they won’t have anything interesting to report. Now, let’s go to Ronda.” Ronda was the small town on the way to Castle Korstull and which had been recommended to us if we wanted to purchase horses. As we travelled through this new land of Sindaire, I looked around me with interest. It was flat, green and looked very fertile, although there was a surprising amount of trees growing throughout this landscape. As it was such flat country, we felt a little more secure since it was easy to see people or creatures approaching from a distance but thankfully, we managed to get to Ronda without any incidents. The village was little different than various other farming villages we had seen in other lands; the whole settlement revolved around agriculture, depending on the produce of the farms around it and in turn they used it as a fulcrum for their activities in buying and selling. The only difference between Ronda and a village of the same type in Dassen for example, was that there were more halflings and gnomes to be seen amongst the inhabitants. Remarkably, even the houses looked similar. People looked at us with interest; I suspected that strangers were unusual in these parts. We asked guidance to a livery, if there was one here; there was one indeed and finding it in a place of this size was not so difficult. The liveryman emerged from a building with the requisite sign: “Good day sirs. May I help you?” He was human and fairly garrulous. We did not bargain too hard for the horses and once our business was done, he said: “If you don’t mind me saying so sirs, you have the look of those that go to the Castle.” We just stared at him. He continued: “Well, maybe you are and maybe you’re not but just in case, there’s a lot of Ragesians around there.” His face twisted as he said the name Ragesians. “They patrol the land near the castle; think they own it. They cause all sorts of trouble in Gathin.” Then he muttered almost inaudibly: “I wish we could kick them all out!” We had also heard of Gathin. That was the nearest town to the Castle just under a day’s travel from there. It was supposedly a couple of days travel on horseback from here. We still looked at the liveryman. We were not going to say anything to a complete stranger, especially not here. Politely, though, we thanked him and mounted. We rode away and as we travelled out of the town, I said: “I don’t want to go to Gathin.” Longhelim looked at me with an unspoken question on his face. “Well, think about it. If the Ragesians patrol the area rigorously and it is the only settlement around, they are bound to have spies in there. I realize that it will not be long before they realize that someone has entered the firestorm but there’s no need for us to make the job easier for them.” John then added: “The Masters said that their encampment is to the East of the storm. We could come from the West.” Drudge shook his head: “That would add days to our journey and we wouldn’t gain much anyway. From what the liveryman was saying, they patrol widely. I agree that we should avoid Gathin though. We don’t need to go through it and the less people see us the better I think.” Longhelim just nodded and we kept riding. The trip took us about two days. We did avoid Gathin but we knew we approached the Castle as we began to smell the fire; sulfur and that peculiar burning smell. I remembered it from the Fire Forest of Innenotdar. Once one has smelt it, one cannot mistake it. It is the smell of hungry flame. Even if we hadn’t smelled it, we could see a crimson glow in the distance; after the Fire Forest, there was no mistaking that sight either. We camped that night, with the knowledge that we were about to attempt the impossible; pass through the firestorm, recover the Torch and then make sure to keep it out of the hands of an army of Ragesians who surrounded the area numbering in the hundreds if not the thousands; oh, and get to the Resistance with it. We discussed which magic to take. I said to Felix: “There was talk of many undead there; please bear that in mind.” The priest frowned: “Undead? Where did you hear that? I don’t remember anything like that.” I took out my accounts and flipped through them: “Ah, yes, there. Cranston Snord, the gnomish representative of Sindaire to the Council of Seaquen. When he first told the Council about the location of the Torch, he also spoke of the Firestorm of stories of the dead walking the land.” The priest took my journal and read it through. Then he nodded. Soon after, it was time to go to sleep. Just as we were settling down, the first watch shook us quietly. It was not even full darkness yet; in the distance, we could see a group of mounted figures, together with a huge dog-like creature. We recognized them immediately as Ragesians. The dog was most likely to be a hell hound; they seemed to have an interminable pack of those things. I spoke quietly to Longhelim: “Do we talk?” He shook his head. “No point. It’s only going to finish one way. We may as well take advantage of the distance.” I replied: “Good! There’s a new spell I want to try out anyway; although they have to be a bit closer.” The mounted group rode briskly towards us and as they reached my maximum range, suddenly a green cloud appeared on top of a large part of the patrol. Four of them dropped. Two others rode through it but they were retching; effective spell. Drudge in the meantime, was doing some target practice. One of the figures was obviously in full plate mail and he was the ranger’s designated target; using his own skills, Drudge aimed into the sky, three arrows flew and his target, at an impossible range, almost fell off its horse. I could barely see the enemy at that distance; he was aiming at individual figures. There was shout and the riders split, obviously well experienced or even trained in avoiding magical spells. Simultaneously, the dog which I had thought was a hell hound, charged towards us at full pelt. As it approached, I had to revise my initial assessment; the thing was the size of a draught horse! It was also wearing chainmail; that was an unpleasant innovation. The Ragesian group was divided into three distinct types; the heavily armoured riders, whom I recognized from earlier battles as knights; these were expert riders, used as heavy cavalry and I saw them handling large crossbows while guiding their horses effortlessly with their knees; I wouldn’t even begin to guess how they did that; then there were normal soldiers; these wielded short bows and did not seem quite as expert with them; then, there was the final figure, their leader; he looked human as he charged forward but then suddenly he just disappeared! Somehow he had turned invisible! We couldn’t worry too much about that now as the huge hound had arrived to be confronted by Victor and Longhelim; both warriors were only in their night attire, or light chain shirts and therefore were far more vulnerable than normal. I stopped paying that much attention at this point though as several of the knights were targeting me with their crossbows; of course they hit me; I was an easy target and I had just incanted one of my most powerful spells on their cohorts causing four of their number to perish; they were not happy; even more worrying was that the bolts they were using were very nasty; I wasn’t sure just what they were but they seemed to go right through me; literally. For this reason, as soon as the opportunity arose, I made myself invisible and moved away. I noticed that the hound began to sniff immediately but in the surrounding air so heavy with sulfur and the general stink of burning, it was difficult to discern one clean dwarf, thankfully. So, the dog, with a growl, bit Victor instead. The warrior was not impressed and slashed the dog back immediately but he was not nearly as impressive as Longhelim. With a cry of “For the glory of Heironeous”, the paladin invoked a power and he almost glowed. Whatever he did, he hit the dog and caused a massive wound in its leg. The dog yelped and whipped around, snarling at his new foe. The crossbowmen, in the meantime, had also found a new target: Drudge. In normal circumstances, I would have backed our archer even against three of them without any qualms but then Drudge began to turn his head wildly and then was struck by an unseen foe; in other words the invisible leader had joined the battlefield! More worryingly, the leader stayed invisible! Simultaneously, I noticed that the bolts that had struck the ranger, embedded themselves so deeply that I suspected that they were having the same powerful effect they had had on me. I realised that we had to begin to thin out the enemy as quickly as possible; with being caught asleep, our warriors were unarmoured and vulnerable. Therefore, I did my spell of speed; it was always useful and helped the whole group; John by this point had also turned invisible and must have been healing Drudge, who was taking dreadful punishment; Felix had cast a spell which bolstered all of us and then incanted another which made a stone wall appear around Drudge, John and himself; hopefully that would hinder the striking capability of the invisible commander; or so I thought. Then there was an agonized shout from Drudge: “Faden that invisible….ugh…….” He had obviously been hit again and I cast the spell which allowed me to see the invisible; and yes, there he was, the commander, close to his dog, and stabbing with a lance from horseback; he was very good with it. Longhelim was still fighting the dog and using his strange holy power, making the dog withdraw with his might. Victor was also hitting the canine although he seemed to be going through his periodic balance loss as he was missing just as often as he was hitting; then… yes…..there he managed one of his mighty strikes and the dog retreated from both the warriors. I saw the commander raise his lance for another strike when two bolts shot and struck Drudge; the lancer quickly followed by his own strike and Drudge fell to the ground, in flames; the lancer then switched targets and hit Longhelim, causing the paladin to grunt and cast a glance in my direction. Then he stopped momentarily and clasped himself around the waist; his hands glowed and some of his wounds closed. I already knew what I was going to do: incanting a spell, I caused a cloud of golden dust and motes to appear around the lancer. Unfortunately, Felix was caught in it as well, but he just shrugged it off; most importantly, the lancer appeared; as he did, Victor slashed the hound and for once found his balance. His strike felled the hound and in one smooth movement, he pivoted and struck the lancer at the same time; then with the speed given to him by my spell, he struck him at least twice more. One of the soldiers rode in and attacked Longhelim with an axe. The paladin ignored him and then struck the lancer who finally fell. Victor stepped up and hit the soldier who also fell. This was enough for the rest of the Ragesians. They had lost their commander and their pet as well as several of the knights and soldiers. The others then decided that discretion was the better part of valour. Most of them were able to get away; we were on foot and they were on horses; we were also in no great shape to continue the fight with the warriors in their light armour and Longhelim badly wounded. Drudge had just been brought around but he was spitting mad. I managed to trap two of the knights in my spell of fog which obscured vision and severely restricted movement; this gave us a little grace while healing was being administered. Then I cast my ball of fire at the area. This had the effect of removing the fog and as soon as that happened, both knights rode as if all the devils from the different hells were after them; in different directions. Drudge was not to be denied though. Drawing a deep breath, he first managed one shot as he moved into position and hit one fleeing knight; then, gathering himself while the knight rode into the distance, he aimed his bow high, seemed to wait for an age and as the knight reached slightly higher ground, fired three arrows with amazing speed. One of them struck the target at an almost impossible distance, causing him to topple from his saddle. Unfortunately, there was no way we were going to be able to catch any of the others so the Ragesians were now aware of our presence; this was no great disaster; this was going to happen fairly quickly anyway but unfortunately, the survivors of this patrol would be able to give them an idea of our capability; as well as our location at this moment. It was with this in mind that we quickly gathered whatever spoils of war were possible and moved some distance to another camp. There we examined our little haul briefly and I found several crossbow bolts with coloured tags; they must have been made especially for the knights and magically enhanced; that was why they hurt so much when they hit their target. I rubbed my chest, remembering when one of them was fired at me earlier. We spent the rest of the night undisturbed and in the morning, we began to prepare our spells, knowing the in a few hours time, we would be in Castle Korstull, last resting place of Emperor Drakus Coaltongue. 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