General Summary
Far Flung
Steady rain builds from the east, and before long,
Vandre forecasts that the weather will only intensify as the caravan reaches the path through the north side of the
Grey Mountains. Through the driving din, crashing stone, and later, the unmistakable and guttural cries of Orc and Troll kind. A small goats path leads the party top another outcropping giving them a vantage point above their enemies. A pair of Trebuchets sling heavy stones, loaded by cave trolls, the hundreds of yards across a gorge into the already flaming towers of the
Aviary. Through the worsening rain, they can see the impacts, and burning spire of the
Smiling Hawks' hideout.
Keen eyed
Araphant spies oil barrels beside the closer weapon, and with
Roderic and
Tir, they attack the attending orcs, tip the oil barrels and ignite the siege weapon. The troll becomes enraged, but amid the fighting, the rest of the heroes descend on the scene, overcoming the general in charge and his men.
Enemies subdued,
Eschelon and
Vargas take command of the attack as the rest of the party sprint to give aid to the failing defenses of the Aviary. In a full tilt charge,
Araphant howls in a bloodlust rage as the now allied flaming rocks of the captured Trebuchet streak over his head and crash into the swarming goblins and orcs at the base of the high tower.