Session 78 - Storming the Fortress
Dwertern is sent back to investigate the milky eyedness of citizens in Elversult. Divine Fortune continues on to the local headquarters of the Cult of the Dragon.
The entryway is obvious and as described by the helpful guard of Mehmon's. A flat plain leads to a steep shale and rock incline which has built up at the base of a cliff. The path winds its way up the incline and terminates at a cave mouth in the cliff. Its guarded by five or six heavies with mounted, auto loading repeating crossbows. For anything less than our party, this would be a difficult forced entry. But force their entry Divine Fortune do.
Ignoring older barricaded tunnels inside the cliff-face, they continue in all haste toward anything that makes noise. And they find it quickly enough. Peaking a look though the main doors, the guards execute plan A, by shutting and locking the door and calling for backup. But ah-ha! Taedor blindly Dimensions Door himself and most of the party into the room leaving brave brave sir-Jill to um, sing through the door..
A horrible scene unfolds as guards walk into the slaughter. The ground is quickly covered in blood. Divine Fortune wade into the fray. Peccable unleases a second coating of blood on the floor with his already dreaded blade barrier. Whirrr-Schlop! Schlopp-Schloppp!
XP:L11-1980:L12-1440:L13-1040:L14-840 (Dwertern:0)