The rise of Glorath

The outskirts of the great swamp.

We were tasked with leading the Eleves from their great home. The wood is dying, burning. The hord has come, and the groves defenders set out to seek one last great battle. May their hearts swell, as their valor offers the last of their kin a new hope.

The flight from the elves was haring, we led the vacation, but were stalled when we ran into an ambush. If we were not fleeing, our flanks would have crumbled. The air grew still, as the last of the trees darken and died to the poisoned earth.

At our heel were three giants, the dashed remains of the northern gate, the scout launched into the air, and saved the mage from a bloody griffon, but more of a Horse than any griphion I even saw.

The arrows embedded arrows in front of me were the starting bugle call as all three giants ran at us in Rage and hunger.

15 feet of muscle is halted by the mage's fire, the paladin and Garthroot took the flanks as I charged the middle, A massive bolt shattered its knee as my sword flew, I ran up the kneeling giant and split his, his blood spraying my face, and soaking my armour. It fell back and I lept from him,to esses the battle
I turned as Garthroot was pushed slightly back, Just to see the ape body slam it. I swear the earth shook under my hoof, He pulled himself up and slammed his massive hammer, into its face, and its jaw blew apart, the killing blow sank its forehead in.

Thesria was going slow, on the defensive, but wearing it down, it had thousand of cuts and had yet to breach her shield. It is but common brass, Yet I have seen it stop bolts without a dent. I don't know what forces the people wield, she says it's just the power of her faith, her oath to life.

I snap out of it and launched myself at The mammoth beast, swatting at its ankle, severing its tendon, and sinking it to its knee, I see her sink tho long sword into its eye ending the fight.

I Look and seeing the mage, and Gothroot, attacking the merger wall of spears, sent to back up the mighty giants, I share a glance with the paladin and bolt to the fray. A ball of heat sails over our head, we barely have time to note the foul-looking wolves coming from the flank. Their howls and burning flesh set the tone of the battle.

They fell broken, in most cases in a wet splat by the warrior's hammer. The lucky few who met me and Thesria' died a swift death, What will they had, broke has the forgotten gryphon, fell dead with its rider. As they fled Rainbow bright, fell drunkenly to the ground, badly wounded, With arrows studying his flank and wing.
We had to carry him as is, as it turned out our healer spent herself keeping him in the battle.
we fled as we led the survivors to a new fate. I can't tell if we are only sending them on a false wind. The travel to the gates of Yarth will be long and cold. Yet we have little time to worry, for we chase the end of time, and the clock is ticking. There fate is sadly their own.

We rushed out of the eleven dead lands As fast as we could. The mage has taken to the Bird that Mr bright cought.