A man on the road

In the last few weeks, the farmers and Zhents alike might notice a large figure walking the roads, or prowling in the outskirts of Shadowdale. He is even seen watching the Zhent outpost east of Shadowdale, or walking through the edges of the woods near the ant mound.

Even without his horned helmet, the farmers could probably recognize the towering frame.
The uthgardt barbarian once again prowls the lands...



For those who knew him, it might be a sign of hope.

The zhents who see the large figure would watch him cloesely especially when he spies on the outpost.
They would quickly report back to their superiours and give a description of the large figure.


Some of the farmers who he sees the man would give him a brief almost unseen nod when feeling unwatched, others would simply turn away and ignore him completely.

He can be seen even more often now. As if taunting the Zhents with his presence. At times, he comes from the Fox Ridge, then from the North ride. Occasionally he even comes from the Harper's hill or the Crossroads - there seems to be no clear pattern to his visits.

He just stands there...
Watching...



Farmers and Zhents alike could also see him all around the outskirts of the Northern Shadowdale.

It was a good day to die.

Two figures stood in the distance, watching the road.
But this time, the Zhents were ready. In perfect silence and without a warning, the warparty was formed. Black, red, yellow, white. The capes of swordhands, arcanists, mercenaries... The group formed just outside Shadowdale and moved towards the rebels.

They walked like they own the place. Proud, strong.
The advantage of five to one.
This will be a crushing victory...

The Zhents formed a line, displaying their strength.
The rebels exchanged looks. The odds were not good.

"We sure as hell made them nervous. Perhaps it's time we-" spells cut him off, the enemy was upon them! Hidden in the shadows, the enemy appeared behind the rebels.

The Zhent line charged, like a tidal wave.



Fox ridge was the only place to go. The only place to run to....

Magnus stood there his fists clenched eyeing the two known rebels. Fire in his eyes he stepped forward and halted his pace just then as he observed the two with his keen eyes fleeing. "Cowards" he muttered to his superior the Trusted Servant. He observed them flee the scene. His teeth gritted he turned his pace after being ordered back to his duties in shadowdale.

*peering in forest from distance Sandra swallowed nervously.She remember this warrior and his strenght.Rumors told that he can put down simple swordhands just as easy as some goblins.But now as I've said him during last time advantage will be on her side.But still despite the obvious victory she felt worried.Then fires of spells could be seen between trees.It's time to repay...Rebels will repay for lives they took.*

After grouping with the other members of the Church, Zhentarim and it's allies, there was still tension in the air as word of the two figures were once again reported outside town. Despite the numbers on their side as the main advantage plus the proximity to Shadow Dale, the confidence started grow as the report flood in on the positions.

Rumors were swirling on the first reported man as news started to filter it's way through the guards with quiet mutterings in the barracks, who would be so brash as to spit on the welcoming mat to Shadow Dale and if it's who the guards around a table claim it is to be they respectfully start to warn the others.

Once the flanks were secure and news came in over a significant numerical advantage, the decision was taken quickly to charge after a flank attacks sprung off preemptively.

The pincer movement though with surprise on their side, do not close the gap quick enough as the figures darted through the trees to Fox Ridge.