Blackrat
He Who Lurks Beyond The Veil
Halfhap, the small fortress town on the edge of Stonelands gave you shelter for a night before setting on to the final part of your journey. The Purple Dragons stationed there gave you a hero's welcome and agreed to accompany you for half the day's journey.
Travelling with the latest supply-caravan and Lord Ebonhawk's personal mercenary company "The Raven Guard" You make slow but steady progress. The Ravens are a peculiar bunch. You don't really know how they came to work for Ebonhawk but the Lord said he'd trust his life on them. Everyone has a black shoulder pauldron depicting a silver raven and all carry round black shields with the same symbol, but that's where the similarities end. Their armors are diversed as day from night, one wearing a scalemail and the other soft leather. One of the sergeants, or Beaks as they say is even wearing a full plate seemingly made of stone.
The Stonelands is as desolate place as you remember. Mostly dry plains with huge stones jutting at awkward angles every hundred yards or so. Almost as if they had rained from the sky.
As evening draws closer the captain of the Ravens, "Dark-Eyes" Corax, rides over to you. He is a charming man in his early 30's, with a raven-black hair cut to little above his shoulders. "M'lady. The scouts have spotted campfires not far from here. They are almost directly on our path. We could go around them but that would cost us an extra day. In any case I suggest we'd camp here for the night. It's as defendable as any and still far enough from those lights."
Travelling with the latest supply-caravan and Lord Ebonhawk's personal mercenary company "The Raven Guard" You make slow but steady progress. The Ravens are a peculiar bunch. You don't really know how they came to work for Ebonhawk but the Lord said he'd trust his life on them. Everyone has a black shoulder pauldron depicting a silver raven and all carry round black shields with the same symbol, but that's where the similarities end. Their armors are diversed as day from night, one wearing a scalemail and the other soft leather. One of the sergeants, or Beaks as they say is even wearing a full plate seemingly made of stone.
The Stonelands is as desolate place as you remember. Mostly dry plains with huge stones jutting at awkward angles every hundred yards or so. Almost as if they had rained from the sky.
As evening draws closer the captain of the Ravens, "Dark-Eyes" Corax, rides over to you. He is a charming man in his early 30's, with a raven-black hair cut to little above his shoulders. "M'lady. The scouts have spotted campfires not far from here. They are almost directly on our path. We could go around them but that would cost us an extra day. In any case I suggest we'd camp here for the night. It's as defendable as any and still far enough from those lights."
