The Deceiver and the Legion escape Soulblighter's Camp

Military action

The Deceiver teleports himself and the Legion out of the Tain and into Soulblighter's camp. The shade Phelot is bound to the Deceiver in the inital battle, and later helps free the Deceiver and his forces, capturing one of Soulblighter's crows in the process. After escaping Soulblighter's camp, elements of the Legion stumble onto his munitions dump, and set out to destroy it.

The Deceiver dropped us in the middle of Soulblighter's camp, hoping to attack him by surprise. King Alric said nothing of a sneak attack before we left Muirthemne - it is obvious The Deceiver was acting on his own. We were captured instantly and thrown into rude cells with other prisoners from some unsung battle in the west. The Deceiver was caught in the claw of some elemental beast commanded by Soulblighter, but not before he had struck down more than a dozen of the enemy with his magic. [ . . . ]   I have yet to mention our jailor. It is the devil Phelot, the shade who decimated Avon's Grove during the Great War. It is a wonder he has not yet sought vengeance upon us, as he was sorely injured by The Deceiver upon our arrival.   We are free but not out of danger. In the confusion of the prison break we stumbled upon some sort of assembly area. There are veritable mountains of satchel charges, sagging under their own weight, presumably brought down from Stoneheim. The putrid carcasses of wights, harvested for their baneful polyps and tumors, are strewn everywhere. Cleavers, axes and twisted bits of razor sharp metal fill barrel after barrel and litter the ground. I shudder to think of the destruction Soulblighter must have in mind. But now that destruction will be wrought on his own army.