Prellis the scribe
For more days than many cared to remember, they
had stood guard over each of the posts of obsidian. Day and night defenders had
gathered at the post locations, each dedicated to defend the realm from the
threat of Nostur’yl, the threat of his plans for these posts. And day and
night their dedication was tested.
The attacks came in many forms, whether loyal minion of Nostur’yl or the
daemon himself, each attack seemed to grow in severity. Red-cloaked assassins
appeared from the shadows to strike fast at the defenders and flee. Assassins
believed previously to be allied with Nostur’yl, until a battle between the
two was witnessed. Whether sent to help or hinder Nostur’yl in claiming the
posts, the attacks from the assassins still hurt the defenses of those gathered.
With each attack, doubt began to creep into the defender’s minds as several
locations fell with Nostur’yl claiming a total of six posts throughout. Two
final posts remained protected, one housed within the town of Minoc, the second
within Serpent’s Hold. The desperation caused by the loss of six of the
obsidian posts brought the need for a solution, a solution that had been voiced
by many throughout the campaign. The Wyrm Liane.
Perhaps it was the chill in the voices of the humans she had come to know that
struck the urgency of the matter, perhaps it was Liane’s need for revenge on
the daemon for the trickery at the trial; either way the ancient wyrm agreed to
consider the plan which was brought to her. More days passed, with the ancient
wyrm appearing occasionally at Serpent’s Hold to gauge the merit of the plan,
all the while the attacks continued.
The final attack from Nostur’yl upon the Minoc location came almost as if it
was expected, the defenders standing ready before he even appeared. Battle raged
from that instant on, with the daemon seemingly retreating into the woods,
drawing defenders out from their formation only to be cut down away from their
healing mages. It seemed almost as if the daemon was unstoppable, and then Liane
appeared. Faced with an enemy of near equal match and outnumbered by the
guardians of the obsidian post, Nostur’yl fled.
Wasting no time and not wishing to grant Nostur’yl the opportunity to summon
aid, the ancient wyrm approached the tent which had stood as home to the
obsidian post for so long. The tent was cleared after some discussion of what
was to occur, with Liane remaining inside alone. Warriors peered over one
another’s shoulders to witness Liane take possession of the post.
Unable to fly while burdened with the weight of the post, the ancient wyrm
called for boats to transport her out to sea. The ships were brought, and Liane
as well as many of the defenders boarded each, then set sail. Far out on the
ocean they traveled before a halt was called. Using her great strength, the post
was tossed into the water and sank quickly to the bottom, out of reach for the
daemon born of fire.
Having returned to Minoc while the ancient wyrm was disposing of the post,
Nostur’yl learned of its capture. The remaining defenders were attacked in a
fit of rage by the daemon as he attempted to discern the location of Liane and
his post. Not finding any answers and full of anger, he left Minoc with plans of
Some time later that same eve, armed fully and well stocked, the defenders
gathered at the final post resting at Serpent’s Hold. While they waited,
strategies were laid out for a form of defense, mages to heal the warriors and
poison weapons made available. Time passed slowly and some wondered if the beast
would come for the post at all. The answer came in the form of two daemons
marked with silver hides, followed closely by Nostur’yl himself.
For several waves they struck, each time beaten back by the defenders with many
lives being lost in the battle. Each time they were repelled, Nostur’yl would
return moments later with newly summoned daemons in tow. For three strikes the
defenders reigned victorious as the elite daemons fell to their deaths and
Nostur’yl shifted his essence from solid to almost vapor and fled. Hope was
rekindled in the spirits of the defenders for the beast could be driven off.
Then tragedy struck. Allies of Nostur’yl attacked the defenders in the
form of the Cult of Infernal Necromancy as the fourth wave of daemons arrived.
The fight atop the battlements began anew, with Nostur’yl and his most
recently summoned daemon wading through the warriors while his allies struck out
and separated the forces.
Corpse upon corpse stacked high against stone walls, the scent of death
overpowering any but the most veteran of warrior, causing many to lose
concentration in the battle. A simple mistake made, and another warrior fell to
join their comrades before them. The tide had turned against the forces of good.
The area immediately surrounding the post was cleared of any living defender by
the two daemons. Nostur’yl stood before the post as his daemonic minion fell
back, keeping the living warriors from reaching its master. The great beast
reached down and hoisted the obsidian post into the air with a roar of triumph
just as the silver skinned daemon fell to the swords of the defenders. It
didn’t matter though, this time the only retreat from Nostur’yl was in
victory, claiming his prize. He waded across the corpses and those still living,
ignoring any attack offered until outside of the battlements where he vanished