A New Day Rising

Week 2 - Strange Happenings

Adolan, Jimbo, Kira, Nuella and Vayera has just exited the glacier mines as the mines collapsed around them. As they turned back to look at the scene, they were surprised to see a colossal disembodied head floating over the caves. As woman’s face, of fair complexion, hair tangled and tossed glared down at them. Even if her spectacles had been on correctly or there were no twigs and bits of moss in her hair, she would still have appeared completely insane.

She bellowed at the heros, “What are you doing? I summoned you here to stop the dark one and yet I find you here, in Rogard, about as far way as you could be from you task. If you can’t follow instructions, I’ll just find someone who can.”

A trip to Rogard

1.8.1400 – A trip to Rogard

Adolan, Jimbo, Kira, Nuella and Vayera awoke on the morning of the eighth day of the year knowing they would face the arena at dawn. The arena, a massive magical creation, was set for the Battle of Holden Ridge. Standing in the middle of the arena, atop a raised platform, stood Gilead, bow at the ready. The area surrounding the platform had several small buildings forming a circle. Our heroes make wise use of these structures, limiting the amount of destruction that Gilead could rain down upon them with his bow. Only Vayera took significant damage, catching two arrows from Gilead before he could find sanctuary behind a building.

Adolan, in a moment of inspiration, pulled a lasso from his pack. A lucky throw entangled and tripped Gilead but he managed to cling to the top of the platform. He reached for his dagger at one point, but realized that he would be pulled from the platform if he let go even a little bit. Jimbo and Nuella joined Adolan and their tug-o-war against the prone Gilead and Kira advanced to take advantage of the fact the Gilead was now prone. The conclusion was nearly forgone at this point. It was only a matter of time before the heroes pulled Gilead from the platform, at which point Vayera raced to the platform and lit the signal fire, winning the Battle of Holden Ridge.


Despite the nearly cloudless night, a peel of thunder shakes the earth and a single flash of lightning highlights a lone cloaked figure standing on a hilltop overlooking the Ruins of Time. In the valley itself, the word ruin only begins to describe the condition of what was once a wonder of the world. Rings of crumbling stone surround a central rubble pile that was once a temple. To whom or to what it was dedicated no one remembers; only that it was, and perhaps still is, a place of great power. The wind begins to blow on the hilltop, whipping the cloak of the figure standing watch there. Though his face is hidden within the cloak, it is easy enough to determine that his is watching the sky, perhaps awaiting some sign. How long he stands there, motionless, you can not tell, but at some point, a much smaller figure approaches him from the rear.

“Master, it is time.”

“Yes Ubood, it is. In a few moments, the bells will sound midnight and the first day of the first month of the fourteen-hundredth year will begin. The year my might will spread upon the earth. The year those who have been loyal to me will be rewarded. The year the world will change; change to suit my desires.”


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