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Message: <blockquote data-quote="PHDungeon" data-source="post: 5111946" data-attributes="member: 86320">Bella's journal from Session #12.Session 12 – Thief of ShadowsI seem to have been infected with the foolishness of an Androsax!! The Thief of Shadows came close to taking me today and all because of my bloodlust.  It makes me wonder if I shouldn’t tell my companions of my true nature.  We are growing in power and if we do not have the ability now we will soon be able to even call back the dead.  What would they think if I were to fall and revert back to my true form?  Would they even bring me back?  If my identity were compromised like that…would I want them to?  It is much to think about, but I will leave it for another time.A relatively small orc raiding party made an assault on the city and awoke Deryl and I from our slumber.  We had separated from the party and were staying at Master Nimorzan’s Tower.  We hurriedly…well I hurriedly, prepared for battle (Deryl not needing armor or anything didn’t have to) and we rushed out to cut a dangerous path across the city to the inn where our companions were staying.To my surprise and alarm I realized that I partially understood the warcries of the orcs.  It was not only them, I find that the strange tongue that the humans use and the Draconic used in many arcane texts is also being translated by a whisper in my mind that uses my own voice.When we arrived, the inn was under siege, as was much of high town.  I rushed to get a good vantage point on the raiding party and am ashamed to admit, semi-abandoned Deryl to her fate.  Looking back I found her surrounded, I did my best to take down her foes but none of my bolts found their mark.  I was relieved that, as I have come to expect, the girl could take care of herself.  She dispatched her enemies with haste then with a desperate glance around, most likely looking for me, took to air and landed on the roof of the inn.I spent the remainder of the fight running and taking shots when I could.  I found Bjorn had fallen and could see that he was bleeding to death.  Unfortunately a group of lowly foot soldiers ambushed me just as I was going to help him.  I dealt with them quickly and rushed back to his side.  I was just in time to administer a healing potion calling back my companion from the brink of death.The orcs were using a Hill Giant to stop re-enforcements from climbing up the escarpment stairs from Lowtown. I put several bolts in the thing that caused it great pain and hampered its ability to move, though it was still quite competent at rock hurling. Darren was stupid enough to engage it melee, and suffered a couple of nasty blows from its great club. However, we eventually brought down our first giant with no casualties, and the dwarven mercenaries from Low Town were able to join us. We then learned that the temple of Thor was being burned down and Bjorn rushed off to their aid.  We had no choice but to follow.It was here where I acted rashly and it almost cost me my life.  Deryl was able to get me onto the roof of the Church where I found I could pick and choose targets with little threat of retaliation.  My mark was the standard bearer, if he fell the moral of the orcs would waver and perhaps they would retreat.  After I had harried him with many bolts he retreated from my gaze into the church.  I was enraged and could only think of my reputation:  No one escapes me.  With that thought in mind I leapt off the roof landing gracefully on the ground and letting loose the killing bolt into the standard bearer’s head.Unfortunately, I did not have much time to celebrate my victory.  Enraged by my success the orc chieftain charged from the doorway, and I suffered the full force of his wrath.  The last thing I witnessed before letting the darkness take me was his spiked shield slamming into my face dropping me to the ground, and his cry of triumph at taking his revenge.  Fortunately, Bjorn was able to get to me and I awoke to find his concerned face looking down on me.In the time I was incapacitated the battlefield had altered drastically.  An iron dragon had joined our fight against the orcs and was engaged in full battle with my assailant.  Their standard bearer dead, their leader surrounded and facing a dragon, the orcs moral finally broke.  They scattered and abandoned their chieftain to his fate.  The chieftain fought to the last, but being outnumbered it was a futile effort and it did not take long before he fell.The Iron Dragon has landed a little ways off and seems to seek an audience.  It is not wise to be involved in the affairs of a dragon, but we have little choice in the matter.  Hopefully, whatever it has to say will bode well for us.</blockquote>

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