Fragments of the Far Realm

Hell of a Battle

So it begins

Two sides marshaling forces to fight over a contested mine. Lord Alistair claimed the lands around Faberals Ford as his by right of nobility while the village council opposed his control. When villagers discovered silver in the long abandoned mine, things quickly escalated as Lord Alistair sent guardsmen to seize the mine and the town answered by marshaling their militia. Both sizes sought the aid of mercenaries and marched on one another, meeting across a field outside the mine entrance. Answering the call for aid from the village were Blalock Hullinspeed and a dragonborn paladin named Biree, met by chance on the road traveling north toward the few towns and villages in the area. Lord Alistair hired the services of the renowned Red Hand mercenary company, under the command of Havrik Oakenshield, a grizzled veteran of many campaigns. They took control of an ancient watchpost that once stood guard over the trade road that connected Shadizyr with the ancient Darmelian Empire.

The two sides faced off and battle was joined. Lord Alistair’s scouts had learned the village had recruited a powerful mage, protected by a dangerous paladin and a pair of skilled elfish archers. Havrik counciled taking them out as quickly as possible and turned to two of his best soldiers – Chance Midian, a battle-hardened cleric of Kord, and the crazy, but deadly Fizzleburp Ragebringer. Leading a small group of soldiers they flanked the main force and drove a wedge up the side of the battle, fighting their way to the enemy mage, who was blasting away on Alistair’s soldiers, protected by a cadre of militia commanded by Biree.

Just as they met in battle, the ground began to shake as if an earthquake. Suddenly, a great obsidian spike drove forth from the ground in front of the mine entrance and a legion of devils, armed with wicked barbed swords charged from inside the mine, led by a huge bone devil. They charged straight into the thick of battle, slaughtering everyone. The bone devil plucked Alistair off his horse and skewered him, then turned his attention to the rest of the mounted cavalry. The soldiers could not stand against the forces of Hell. On the far side of the battlefield, they saw the devastation and knew fear. Forgetting their combat, they ran for the only shelter nearby – the ancient watchpost. Fizzleburp at first sought to charge the devils as they slaughtered friend and foe alike, but Chance told him it was hopeless, told him to run. And he did, never looking back, he outdistanced them all. Chance fell behind and came face to face with the marauding bone devil, but the tide of war swept on by and he survived. Blalock and Biree ran with them as well, no longer concerned over what side they had just been fighting on.

They reached the post ahead of the legion devils and the few soldiers left behind to hold the post unbarred the doors and let them in. Biree and Blalock climbed one of the towers to stand on the ramparts over the road as devils streamed over the hill to assault the post. Chance and Fizzleburp fought to hold the tower door. Wave after wave broke themselves on the towers, but the soldiers and the heroes struggled on. Slowly, sheer numbers began to turn the tide against them. Fizzleburp recalled hearing some of the soldiers talking about finding a trapdoor to some structure below the watchtowers. They claimed it was haunted and that the soldier who climbed down to check it out was heard screaming, then not at all. They found the trapdoor just as the devils breached the tower door and the few survivors descended into darkness.



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