The rise of Glorath

The fields south of Arkatosh

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Rainbow Bright - Scout

The woods of the enchanted forest of Arkatosh are but league ahead of us, the Elves not much further. Yet we walked into a siege of their lands. The abominations that used to be ponies are but a sick and twisted shadow of what they were. The griffons bloated with deseas can no longer fly, and the dragons are mangled carriers of disease.

Thankfully we do not need to fight those, as they were seen sinking into the sacred grove. The hellspawn is what blocks our path. It is they that we fight. If I had not seen the warrior's actions. I would have called him mad to attack their flank.

The scout was sent to tell the elves that a high mage of Yarth and her 2nd in command have taken to the flank. I am told this will enrage their pride, and bolster their confidence to send back up.

Gothroot sinks into them with abounded. Shalvric has brought the land to life, constructs of mud and rock rip from the earth to be launched, as lightning is called from the earth. The clerics chanting is a constant. It feels me with vigor, and all but the mightiest of wounds fall from me.

Yet it is the paladin, Thesria, She fights with such might, and without fear. Her shield forsaken with her arm, she hits with skill and melts around their attack, There blows never find the seams in her armor, always bouncing, or failing to deliver a devastating blow. We fight shoulder to shoulder as Shalvric sees that our flank is safe. my swords cleave and cut, and shell one of us stumble or seem to be overwhelming, a brother in arms, is there to meet them.

Yet even as our mage might seems to flag, and our energy seems to fail. As our clairc passes out from her toil. We hear the horns of eleven calvery. It fills me with fire and vim, With a roar, I funnel all my magic into a blast that cleaves their ranks into, as the elves fell there leftern most ranks, Gothroot and Thesria charge into their ranks, to be swallowed by their numbers.

Their battle rings, as the rage takes hold. All I know is the fight before me, and the balls of fire that melt any that get too close to my flank. I fight and cleave their ranks, till a giant clubs me. I come to my senses as Shira comes to administer aid. I try to get back up, but my barrel scream in protest, I beg her to back up from the hord surely will take us both.
Yet as I look to the battle, I see more corpses of demons and hellspawn, than those standing. Gothroot and Thesria fighting to bring down the rouge giant.

The elves Calvery meet with the front line as all that was left is vanquished, and they surround us. Stating that the demon hoards have them ready, and that Yarth shell not conquest there home, we are beaten and battered. To tell us to flee Back to our hold. I manage to get up, despite the protest of our cleric.

I tell them of Glorath and my mission. That we were to bring aid and see that the Elves were safe and aware. After some diplomacy. we were offered escort to the capitol, to be treated by their healers and rest.
So that we may talk to their Rulers.