An unexpected dark alliance along the river

Roman passed through the edge of the orc plains to 'check on things' on his way to the bandit hold to be raided by him and some aquaintences.  To his dismay, no signs of orcs were any where near the Two Forts side of the orc lands, and war drums beat in the far distance north.

Roman rushed to the bandit hold where his acquaintences were gathered and told them of this news and that he had to head straight away to the House of Redemption construction site and make sure everything was alright.  All those gathered to raid the bandits decided to come along and offer what aid they might.

Upon arrival, Kaetta and Neleth were there and said they were warned by another ghost in the area that an attack was impending.  Hardly enough time for any to get their heads around such before scores of thick feet could be heard charging from both up river and down river.

Orc, Trolls, Beastmen champions, Shaman, Barbarians, poured in from both orc lands and beastmen lands driving home the seriousness of the situation sharply in the forefront of Roman's mind.  The orcs could not wipe out the House of Redemptionites alone, so now they are in league with Dagon's crazed Cyric cult of beast warriors.



The lands along the river were trampled and flooded in the blood of wave upon wave of gnarly invaders.  The House of Redemption and new found friends took some damage... got knocked around to and fro, but over all held back every wave... and then when all thought it might be over... the ground shook as if beaten like a mighty drum.  Something approached out of the fog of the edge of the Cormanthor... it's foot stomps nearly laid one to their knee.  It was a mighty troll... evidently their leader.... big as a barn with skin like a wall of oaken bark.  Noone thought it wise to try to talk to the beast... we just came out swinging at it.  It took everything the group had, plus a touch of fire at the end to slay the foul minion.

All that is left to find out now is, who's idea was it for them to join ranks?  There will be hell to pay!

///Thanks to all who participated and of course Stardust for putting together another wicked event.  Sorry didn't get too many screenies.  Kudo's!///

Sen'Thia had been prepared to raid the bandit hold when a fellow guild mate... Oddly , one she barely knew, came speaking of an attack pending on the home land of the guild...Misty Falls.
"This will make a fantastic ballad of the battle for Misty Falls!", she spoke out loud to any who might hear.
She was a lover , not a warrior. The only battle skills she had were defensive, and the ability to heal and lift hearts and moral of her fellows at arms.
Little could she imagine, that in the fray of deadly wave attacks, while rezzing a fallen comrade, a spell flash , bright as the sun , would suddenly leave her staring at gray walls of the Fugue.
Sen'Thia was no warrior... she was a bard of Sharess, and she wondered if the magnificence of her deity would soon appear for her... And if the festive joys of an eternity at Her feet was to soon begin... But... It was not Sen'Thia's time yet. Something was pulling at her, drawing her upwards, it seemed.
Until she suddenly was gazing at a blue sky, laying in soft green grass beside a rushing waterfall.
The sounds of clamor and fighting still echoed in her ears not far away.
This time, she stood and drew her blade ... Just in time to see a huge monster of a troll breaking through the trees!
Boldly , she charged into the melee with her companions... And in the end , were victorious.
As the bodies were tossed into fires post battle... Her mind was just unable to form a song ... Many ballads of others wars, she had written... But this time, the blade that dug into the flesh was in her own hand... She was almost in a daze. This was a first for her...