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Garrick Stonehelm
Captian Stonhelm waited, wearing a grumpy expression that could rival any dwarf, as he waited to get the groups attention again. Since Kerin had been the most blunt, it was him that the Captain addressed. "Ok, maybe I misjudged you lot. Let me better explain the situation. This isn't he first time we have had an Avatar on the battlefield, and it probably won't be the last, from either side. Not until this conflict is over, which I suspect won't happen until one side or the other overthrows their own king. Anyway, the frontline of battle has been going back and forth for a few months, and this is the second time we are crossing the Thoroughfare. The Zarahenian mercenaries are blocking the eastern entrance to this stretch of the road, while we have the west side, making sure we don't get any cross-traffic caught in the skirmish. We can't let any non-combatants enter, until the frontline moves. That might only take a few days, but last time it took two weeks. Very civil of us, eh?" "Anyway, yes, the Avatars. Have you ever seen a Titan? Or a Storm Giant? Yes, those mighty tall beggars. They look kind of like that, and are just as terrifying. Nobody is going to go toe-to-toe with one of them. When summoned, the Avatars work like the spearhead of an army, pushing forward to move the frontline towards their enemies. Those on the other side, keep their distance and pelt them with ranged weapons and magic until the Avatar is destroyed. It takes a while though. They move slow, but are hard to bring down. I've heard a rumor that the Kings have to sacrifice large numbers of people to siphon off the amount of magic they need to conjure one up. Right, sidetracking again. So, basically, you have two options. You can go way around, either north or south of the City States. Or, you can agree to sign up with us, on our contract, and help us take down the Avatar, keeping a safe distance of course. It will still take some time, but you'll get through faster, and make a few coins while you're at it. See? That sounds a little better, doesn't it? "
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"On our contract," Garrick's words echo through Oren's mind, as if opening a window into some hidden chamber. The warlock remembers staring into a firepit, several years ago. He was the only soldier who survived an ogre attack on his outpost. He was alone for over a year, a lone soldier in a wilderness outpost, deep in the domain of creatures bizarre and hideous. Day after day he chopped wood to keep the outpost fire alive, and night after night he stayed up, watching it burn, periodically watching out on the rampart for signs of ogre or troll.
It was in the course of those long winter nights that he learned the meaning of terror. Not that he wasn't terrified another tribe of ogres might decide to tear down the walls of the outpost. He was. But more terrifying was being alone with the fire. In those long, dark hours, Oren remembers it used to whisper to him, tell him things. In a flash he recalls a woman with eyes of fire giving him a contract, which he signed in blood. Lucky for him he now knows who that woman was, and better yet he knows that the King of the Mountain Throne had negated that contract. But was he in another contract now? Did he make another deal? He had powers, there was no doubt. With a gasp he realizes something that never occurred to him before. He was still in a contract... albeit one with a more suitable master. And he had friends now, who served the same power. But still. The warlock shakes his head vigorously. "Sorry. No. I won't sign. No more contracts, I've had enough of them." He shivers involuntarily, remembering the complete desolation of the Abyss, and the price for leaving. "No more contracts." |
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Aaric almost had to laugh at the question. "I've seen these chaps take down demons and devils alike. If outnumbered by my own Knights of Neomosis three to one, I'd still bet on them to win." This was a strong endorsement, one that Captain Stonhelm wouldn't take lightly. "Alright then, if that's true, I'll let you through. Help us where you can. Worst case scenario, if you do run off on your own, and get hurt, don't tell anyone that I was the one who let you through!". The Gnome seemed to get the jest that the party didn't want to fight, but also could hold their own. There would be little his small squad a the checkpoint could do to stop them if they chose to move through by force. And, maybe, just maybe, they would find themselves in a situation where these travelers would actually help out The Ironclad Vanguard. If nothing else, perhaps he could say they owed him a favor. As the party ventured further down the Trade Winds Thoroughfare, a transformation overtook the atmosphere. What had once been a bustling and lively route of commerce was now found deserted and silent, bearing the signs of impending conflict. Every building or semblance of a settlement had been abandoned, and buildings were boarded up. The only sounds that broke the eerie silence were the distant calls of birds and the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze. Wooden barricades and hastily erected fortifications lined the streets, evidence of preparations for the looming conflict. For two days, the party traveled along the Trade Winds Thoroughfare, encountering an unsettling emptiness that seemed at odds with the usual lively atmosphere of the bustling trade route. The roads were devoid of the usual merchants and travelers, with no signs of life other than the occasional flutter of a bird or the distant rustling of leaves. Despite the eerie calm and emptiness, the party managed to find refuge in abandoned barns and stables along the way. These structures, unlike the boarded-up buildings, offered shelter without the need to break down barricades or force their way into bunkered-down establishments. It was as if the entire thoroughfare had been evacuated or abandoned in anticipation of impending conflict, leaving behind a surreal landscape of deserted streets and silent buildings. On the third day of their journey, as unnatural storms began to gather ominously on the horizon and draw nearer, the party approached another customary stop for travelers: a tavern perched above a bridge that spanned a small but swift river beneath the Trade Winds Thoroughfare. In the distance, a continuous rumble echoed across the plains, reminiscent of thunder but with a relentless quality that hinted at something more. It was not the rumble of a storm, but the thunderous hoofbeats of a multitude of horses approaching rapidly. As the sky darkened with the impending tempest, the party caught sight of a colossal figure looming over the skyline, silhouetted against the encroaching storm. The ground trembled beneath the advancing hooves, and the air crackled with electric anticipation, setting an ominous tone for what lay ahead on the Trade Winds Thoroughfare. As the party gazed in awe and trepidation, a colossal silhouette emerged against the darkening sky. It was the torso of the massive titan, its outline looming ominously over the landscape. The titan moved with deliberate slowness, each step sending tremors through the earth. Its colossal form was adorned with protruding bolts and arrows, embedded in its thick armor like a bristling hedgehog. These projectiles, fired from ballistae and archers in a desperate attempt to slow the titan's advance, served as stark reminders of the futility of mortal weapons against such a formidable foe. The silhouette of the titan was a sight both awe-inspiring and terrifying. As the fading light of day silhouetted its massive frame, the party could discern the intricate details of its colossal armor and the sheer scale of its presence. The titan's slow but relentless movement conveyed an inexorable sense of impending doom, casting a shadow over the land and heralding the approaching storm of battle. Around the titan, the battlefield was a scene of chaos and desperation. An army, dwarfed by the titan's immense size, skirmished around its feet, their efforts to impede its progress futile against its unstoppable advance. The air was thick with the sounds of combat—shouts, clashes of weapons, and the ominous creaking of the titan's armor as it continued its inexorable march. The battle was moving towards the small Tavern, built over the river. If the party stayed here for much longer, like it or not, they would be drawn into the conflict. In all of this chaos, Isabella watched with interest, seeing something that perhaps the others had missed. Or, it might have been something that she remembered, during the time of her possession by Fierna. "It seems like they are trying to kill the Avatar. But... wouldn't that only prolong the conflict? If they could bind him... like Fierna said had happened to the King of the Mountain, wouldn't that keep their enemy power in check?" The young girl was a little confused on what any of this meant, but she was trying to put some of the dots together.
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"Bind him..." Oren considers the prospect. He had found various histories in the dragon's hoard, and thoroughly read a book written by someone devoted to the nameless King of the Mountain. Perhaps there was a hint to be discovered, though the relentless march of the titan did little for the warlock's ability to focus.
Always considering the long game, Oren knows that it's only a matter of time before a being of that size and scale decides it wants more... more land, more followers, more war. "When we were in Trebblefork, we were able to defeat the demon horde by cutting off their portal to this world. If the avatar manifesting on this plane was doing so through the help of a similar portal, destroying that might effectively bind him." He didn't need to add that he was no wizard and didn't know all that much about arcane matters -- that was well demonstrated. But he put the thought out there. "Captain Stonehelm mentioned the prospect of overthrowing the king on either side to bring an end to the avatars, and that a lot of people need to be sacrificed to summon the avatars. That would mean people on both sides probably have little love for their rulers, and may be willing to help a third party..." Oren scratches his chin. Days ago when he heard about the battle, he had no idea the power of the beings involved. "I have no wish to get involved, but people are dying here and eventually this conflict will become a threat to the surrounding regions." The situation is far worse than Oren first thought and simply running away does not sit well with him. |
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As the party watched from the bridge, and contemplated what they would do, the march of the Titan slowly arched towards the bridge and Inn. It would be a while until the conflict reached this point, but if not brought down, the Titan would arrive in a few hours at the latest.
Oren mentioned the portals. Daybreak was following the logic, but saw a problem with it. "The portal was connecting two plains of existence. In this case, the Kind and the Avatar are both on our plane, so there would be no portal. It must be a direct link between the two." Isabella followed that train of thought, linking it to her earlier observation and Kerwin's thoughts of magical binding. "I don't think it would be a cleansing spell like that, to bind an Avatar. It would be a physical bond, like tying it down and locking it away somewhere, where it couldn't escape. It must take all of the King's consciousness to command the Avatar, and locking it away like that would leave him in a comatose state. Unable to escape" Daybreak saw the potential in this, but also the danger. "So, if one were bound, what would the other King do? Destroy the other city-state? Then what? The conflict then would surely be focused outward. As is, terrible as it may be, these two nations are keeping each other in check. We see this in nature, in the woods. If the predators are removed, the herbivores reproduce uninhibited, eating everything until they starve themselves. They need that opposition to keep their numbers in check." Aaric didn't quite follow all the logic of magic and nature, but he understood one thing. "The war also lines a lot of people's pockets. I imagine there are many who are not eager to see the conflict resolved, even if it is costing the people of the city-states dearly. Anyw, yes, another crossing. I don't think there is another bridge this size for hundreds of miles, but we only need one wide enough for our wagon. I think there is another a few miles north of there. It would probably put us in contact with forces from Zarahenian, but hey, at least we don't have a signed contract that proves we would be their enemies!"
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The small village around this river-crossing tavern had been evacuated, and the place seemed to be empty. The battle with the Titan Avatar of the King of the Zarahenian City would certainly destroy most of the buildings when it passed through here, a cost the locals were probably familiar with after years of this war between the two nations. The tavern seemed to be empty to, until, upon further inspection from the outside, Oren thought he saw a pair of eyes peering out at him through a window. As soon as he saw it, they disappeared, and he heard a thump on the floor inside. Someone was watching them, and ducked for cover as soon as they thought they were spotted. That must have been very short, either a halfling, or a gnome, or perhaps a human child was inside. Attempts to call and persuade from the outside proved futile. Nobody answered or came out, but the sounds of scurrying to and fro gave away that there was more than now person hiding inside.
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