Sunday, January 24, 2016

Tarn Chasm

(The terrain is abstract: each level is 50 to 100 feet of elevation. Passage was only possible along slopes; or, the characters had the option of trying to climb and rappel, which they decided to not to do. There were only a few tortuous ways through the hills to safety. That was the object of the scenario: "escape from the zombies". Red dots indicate foegim - zombies. The yellow line and arrows show the path the party took to get in and out of trouble.)

The camp was guarded by three watches, of four pairs of men each. Prior to retiring for the night, Xoniuqé employed two of his men to carry several large, opened sacks of a mysterious granular powder, of the consistency of fine salt, in a full circumference of the closely erected tents and tethered animals. The resulting ring was continuous, he made certain of that. He brought everyone together and instructed them to not disturb the ring, and also to not move beyond it. Then he bade his friends, followers and mercenaries a "goodnight".

Along about the middle of the second watch, the south-east pair of guards, a Drulath legionary and crossbowman, heard some plaintive wailing away in the stygian gloom of the surrounding trees. The sound was so pitiful and imploring that both Drulathim stepped unthinkingly toward it and outside of the protective ring of powder. Then the legionary stopped himself and tried to halt his companion, recollecting the last orders of "The Boss". But the crossbowman was already disappearing into the darkness, determined to investigate the cause of the distress and do whatever he could to remove it and rescue the source of the cry, for it was clearly a woman's voice calling wordlessly.

The legionary went to Myrdagyn and told "the greatest swordsman who ever lived" that one of their number had broken orders and vanished into the forest to help some woman in distress beyond the camp. The captain of the party forbad any follow up or reinforcing of the disobedient crossbowman.

Each of the seven remaining guards of the second watch were relieved soon after that. They were told to be on the lookout for some sneakiness afoot in the form of a woman's cry for help. Several more hours slipped by. Then Horgand and one of Xoniuqé's crossbows, standing watch on the southwest quarter, heard a clear moan of anguished distress not far away in the trees. So compelling was the sound that neither man thought for a moment that it could possibly be a trick. Some woman was being ravished or worse. Someone who had no doubt seen their progress through her countryside earlier that evening and was trying to gain their camp for safety. Both men immediately stepped with resolution out of the camp's encircling ring of sorcerous powder and into the trees. Horgand found himself in the lead as the two of them carefully ducked tree limbs in the dark. The moan of anguish grew louder.

A womanly shape appeared suddenly right in front of Horgand. And without an instant of hesitation the "woman" threw herself upon him, clawing and biting, the anguished cry replaced with a hungry tittering. Behind Horgand three more shapes in the dark fell upon the hapless crossbowman. Both men were sorely beset and Horgand fended off the "woman" with his axe, lopping off an arm and finally its head. The rest of the corpse blundered into a tree and fell thrashing to the ground. By then the crossbowman was down in his gore and now Horgand was pursued to the camp by the three shambling things. As Horgand stepped back across the protective ring of powder the things stopped their advance, seemingly incapable of crossing over the invisible barrier. By then, Xoniuqé was out of his bed and investigating the source of all the noise. Horgand was dressed down severely and accepted the tongue lashing with patience. He tried to explain the nature of the sound and how it had really been impossible to not believe it. "The Boss" said that of course that was to be expected. "Do not disobey me in the future. Use your experience to listen to what I say from this point on."

During the night the three foegim disappeared back into the forest.

In the morning the party broke camp quickly before dawn was more than a grey smudge over the mountain tops to the southeast. In a compact column, arranged by Myrdagyn, they descended into the narrow vale known as Tarn Chasm. The slumbering volcano (Mount Khûzgaudh) formed a massive, towering bulk to the north, on their right. Between themselves and the dead flank of the volcano stood the placid, black waters of the tarn. Away ahead of the party stretched the shoreline between the waters and the jumbled cliffs to their left. These lifeless rocks stood two and three hundred feet high, in some places even higher than that. The craggy face of the cliffs seemed unbroken.

About the time that dawn was lightening the chasm floor, they came to a sluggishly moving stream of brackish water issuing from the foot of the cliff and emptying into the tarn. Prodding with spears and staves the vanguard trepidatiously waded in just past their knees. With nothing worse than soiled leggings from the murky water the entire party passed over the stream and continued for several hours in a generally westerly direction toward the far end of the chasm, expecting to see "Melinarth the Dead" in the plains at the chasm's mouth. Long before that anticipated culmination of their forced march, they saw ahead that the flat ground they were traveling was cluttered with an irregularly distributed scattering of very low mounds and small hummocks. These, as they drew closer, took the forms of bodies of scores of slain men and even horses.

"The Boss" called a halt and rode his horse a short ways further, now out in front of the standing column of adventurers. Xoniuqé felt an unease. This hitherto unknown and thus unnamed field of conflict disturbed him, because of that very quality of the unknown. He had prepared for eventualities such as encountered corpses that would, in all likelihood, prove to be more obnoxious than simply encountering the moldering dead. But so many! This was something worse. He exerted himself, reluctantly, as always (due to the unavoidable risk), and sent his will out over the narrow rocky chasm floor, as far as he could reach. Yes. This was an intentional obstacle, not merely a battlefield of the slain. He could tell that at some point the dead could prove to be troublesome. But at what level? Impossible to say.

He hated to seem ignorant before the eyes of so many who were following his leadership. He had two choices: turn back and try the more exposed approaches to Melinarth, and thus give up any chance for surprise; or continue to press on with his original plan in hopes that he and his companions and followers would be up to the task of breaking through. He estimated that they had less than three hours left before they would quit the chasm and be on the outskirts of the dead city, the abode of their old foe, Ghrusoq.

Without consulting anyone, he made his decision and waved the column forward. Myrdagyn and Ahnxst, Horgand, Nouvzé and Dhorbond with a pair of swordsmen and crossbowmen passed the wizard where he sat his horse. He started "Cinder Foot" and kept pace right behind the squad that formed the van. Soon they were passing over and between the first corpses.

Ahnxst was in the forefront and prodded each corpse that he passed, even pausing to dismember several, until Myrdagyn remonstrated with the Drulath's over-caution. "We'll be at this for a month if you insist on hacking each body we pass to pieces," Myrdagyn said.

Proceeding more swiftly, but with mounting trepidation, the young Drulath nevertheless prodded each corpse that he passed within reach of his sword. At once, one of these emitted a swarm of large flies, as sluggish and sizeable as bumblebees. The uncanny insects began to hover over various members of the party, apparently attempting to land on them.

"Everyone halt!" the wizard called out. He turned his horse about, swatting at several bugs that had focused their attention on him. He managed to crush each one. But behind him as he trotted back to the pack horses and mules, he heard a couple of yelps as the flies scored bites on exposed flesh. Swiftly, Xoniuqé unpacked the clay bottles with wax stoppers in them. He began to toss these to the members of the party, instructing them to put the stuff on at once.

"It's going to stink to the heavens," he said urgently, "but if you don't apply the full contents to all exposed areas and the edges of clothing and armor, the alternative will be much the worse for you! These are 'plague flies' and their bite is often fatal!"

"Augh!" "Ugh!" "Phew!" and other explosive expressions of disgust filled the air as each man (and the two women, Auhxalys and Sehlinah) unstoppered their bottles and sniffed the contents. (For comparison, one could liken the wizard's demand as akin to smearing a watery paste of vomit or days-old feces and urine upon oneself.) Most of the party members hesitated. The wizard demonstrated what he required by wasting not a moment more in covering himself, head to foot, with the ichor from his own jar. He ignored the horses, mules and dogs. And sure enough, the flies did not pay the slightest attention to any of the animals.

More plague flies were now issuing from the corpses that they passed. And many of those unwise enough to not subject themselves to the antidote suffered bites. Finally enough flies were afflicting them all that those untreated as yet were waving their hands about and swatting and doing nothing else. The column began to unravel. Myrdagyn had applied the wizard's ward against the flies and went about the vanguard persuading most of them to put the yucky stuff on.

Most objectionable was the antidote to the Drulathim in particular. Hardly a man among them had applied the stuff to skin and armor. And the swarms of huge plague flies were drawn to the most exposed part of the company, the rearguard, where the Drulathim were. Several of these unfortunates suddenly lost all composure and sprang across the rocky narrows to the tarn, struggling to reach the biting insects which had worked their way in under armor and tunic and helmet. Weapons fell and helmets dropped left and right and the Drulathim leaped finally into the frigid, motionless water to escape. But there was no purchase for feet: the water was unfathomable with no shallows near the shore. Drulathim screams were drowned as each man sank beneath the disturbed surface. Only one managed to regain the shore. Two drowned outright and a third struggled briefly before also succumbing to the water's embrace.

On the shore, chaos and pandemonium had broken out. With the plague flies were added corpses of the dead, slowly stirring into motion on the ground, rolling to a crouch and standing up. This prodigy occurred slowly enough to instill utter terror into the vitals of most of the fighters.

The Drulathim sergeants rallied their men and all of them now applied the unguent of salvation to their bodies. All those in the party were now protected from the plague flies, which hovered a suitable distance overhead and were no longer taken notice of: there was a greater foe at hand! The foegim were rising up in their very midst and all over the chasm floor.

Where she stood, transfixed, Auhxalys had at last heeded Sehlinah's imploring to obey the wizard and "the greatest swordsman who ever lived". The palpable bite of a fly on her neck decided the huge woman at last and she wasted no more time polluting herself with the ichorous substance. No sooner had she completed this task than the first of the foegim were upon her and the girl. For a long moment, all they could do was parry and squeal in disgust and alarm. More and more corpses - around where they stood with the pack animals in the middle of the column, and even underfoot - began to stir and get up. When a bony hand fastened itself to Auhxalys' ankle she finally collected her addled wits and hacked down. The fury of the blow pulverized the arm, and stomping repeatedly broke it off. The corpse continued to roll away and struggle to rise. Her cudgel shattered the skull and the feog lay down quivering. She could then dispatch the pair of foegim that assailed her still. This she accomplished with a few carefully administered very heavy blows, leaving the broken bodies to twitch on the rocks.

Sehlinah was pressed back between two pack horses, trying to fend off clutching hands and probing weapons. Her hewing spear was practically useless in the close confines of her combat.

The vanguard formed a fairly sturdy line of the "quatuor", Myrdagyn, Ahnxst, Horgand and Nouvzé. But for a time they fought alone, because at the appearance of the foegim nearly all of the swordsmen and crossbows panicked where they stood or tried to flee to the cliffs, seeking a way out. Here fell the captain of the swordsmen, Dhorbond, along with several of his men.

A bunch of crossbowmen found a narrow defile in the rocks and went up, finding themselves on a ledge that wound along midway up the cliff face about a hundred feet overlooking the chasm. Even here, a few of the restless dead were encountered and the frightened crossbows fled back the way they had come.

Myrdagyn, seeing the general rout, and observing the ledge above, which was now made apparent with fleeing crossbows and pursuing foegim, quit the battle below and went up to protect their rear. As the fighting raged below, he pushed his way into their enemies on the ledge, dispatching them one or two at a time until he had quite advanced back the way they had come, only a hundred feet higher up.

All hung in the balance. Foegim multiplied massing, impelled toward a dimly perceived annoyance that demanded answering, putting down, destroying. The ache of "Life" animated each disturbed undead brain, and each moved to attack the source of that ache. Scores of the things were now moving slowly toward the embattled party, which was vulnerable in its scattered state.

The three heroes in front were not enough and their resistance was being overwhelmed. Xoniuqé "clothed" himself in a glorious glamour. His voice rang throughout the chasm, his face practically shined with power and confidence. "Hold!" he shouted. "Fight for your lives!" Other things he said, and the effect was like lightning. His men rallied and returned to the fight, joining Ahnxst, Horgand and Nouvzé to form a ragged line around the pack animals and the wizard. The way behind them all was cleared of enemies by now and crossbowmen were calling down to their fellows to escape above. The line fell back as they fought off the bodies and weapons of their countless foes. 

Myrdagyn proceeded eastward along the track, and looking down, after dispatching the last foeg in front of him, he noticed the effect his presence above was having on their foes below: sensing closer "Life" than that in the distance to the west, all the nearer foegim had angled toward Myrdagyn's position. He moved yet further east, pulling a large number of foegim after him, yet separated by the 100 foot cliff.

Down there, like a thickening flood, the foegim came from further ahead, west of the party. The invisible, animating force that drove them reached ever farther away and brought them now, as it appeared from above, in their hundreds.

There were too many. Despite the carpet of bodies and severed limbs and decapitated heads, there were more arriving every minute.

The rearguard of Drulathim formed a sturdy wall, but slowly their numbers dwindled, even as they withdrew backwards and arrived at a narrower place between water and cliff.

Auhxalys and Sehlinah moved to the left and joined the line of heroes and swordsmen.

The word was spread that everyone needed to fall back and go up the defile to the ledge above. But as they attempted to do this, a difficulty arose over the youthful Drulath, Ahnxst, who perceived this rearward movement as personally degrading. He had not shown himself as valiant enough! Roaring incoherently he gave into his battle lust entirely and practically vaulted into the midst of his enemies. Hewing them and driving them back, he soon found himself surrounded and out in front of the rest of the defensive line. He put his back to the cliff and defended himself desperately, receiving some slight wounds even as he slashed the clot of his foes to pieces.

Obvious to the rest of his companions, they could not simply keep withdrawing as they fought and abandon him. So the line stayed, and even advanced itself a little in order to reach the place where Ahnxst fought.

Ahnxst finally collected himself enough to force his way back to his friends. Now the line could complete its fighting withdrawal to the defile and to the relative safety that the ledge above offered.
Horgand was wounded but counted it as little enough. The hurt made him even more angry. He and Nouvzé fought side by side, hewing with might and main, practically exhausting themselves in their furious efforts to sunder foegim heads, legs and arms from bodies. So desperately did they strike that at one point they blundered into each other and fell together upon the rocks, where they struggled for a long moment beneath a welter of foes.

Seeing their need, once again the vainglorious Drulath youth gave into his need to show bravery before others. He leaped over the supine bodies of the "father and son duo" and slammed into the nearest pair of foegim. By the time he had driven them back and felled them, Ahnxst was again considerably out there all by himself. His foes closed in around him and wounded him again. So far, his hurts were not serious and yet sufficed to cause him to reconsider. He fought his way back a second time to the place where the other heroes and swordsmen held the line. Just before he could regain their ranks he was struck down from behind. Horgand fought off their enemies while Ahnxst got to his feet.

The defenders had by then formed a semicircle around the opening to the defile that went upward, and had started to withdraw the pack animals and rearmost fighters. Xoniuqé was already up there moving along the track to where Myrdagyn and a handful of crossbows were busy distracting the large pack of foegim down below. The throng attempted to get at them, but kept falling down as they scrabbled fecklessly at the base of the cliff face. Myrdagyn, and later Nouvzé, dislodged several large boulders which crushed a number of the undead satisfyingly.

Ahnxst, seeing that the wizard had ridden his horse out of the fight and was in apparent danger above, focused his whole attention on the withdrawal. He was now intent on catching up with Xoniuqé. Behind himself and the others, the last of the swordsmen held off the throng of foegim long enough to give some separation.

The last man holding the mouth of the defile perished as he turned to ascend. The shambling throng came on the heels of the rearmost swordsmen, who barely managed to keep their distance as they went along the switchbacks.

Xoniuqé proceeded upward as the track angled back to the west between shallow eminences. Before him went a crossbowman leading a string of pack mules. And out in front of these went Bruno with the three great war hounds. They were at the top of the cliffs. And ahead came a solitary foeg, almost as if it were on a casual mountain stroll.

"Loose the hounds, Bruno," said Xoniuqé. The encounter was swiftly concluded and they proceeded on and now down to the left and through another narrow defile. The track continued westward. Around a bend came a foeg, better armed than most and with dull glints in the eye sockets. The hounds were loosed again, but this enemy was skilled and slew them each one by one. Bruno shrieked in fury at the loss of his precious pets and charged the foeg with quarter staff. Before any crossbowmen could come up the dog handler had joined his charges in death.

Xoniuqé skirted this little battle to the left and started to flank it. But suddenly a second foeg appeared close behind the first. The wizard, in the presence of so much sudden death, and so close at hand, came close to panic then, and focused his will upon the dim brain matter of this second enemy. His intent was to take control of it and walk it off the nearest precipice. But instead of gathering his will securely, he lashed out, like a tyro with a sword will do unthinkingly, with faulty instinct. The spell rebounded from its intended target, like a ricocheting missile and felled the old man as if he had been struck by lightning. Xoniuqé landed face-down in the rocks.

Coming down the opposite slope, many in the party could see this catastrophe occur, but had no indication what had unhorsed the wizard. They hastened as quickly as they could to get to his side. The pair of foegim had dispatched dogs, handler and a crossbowman, before finally being overwhelmed by the heroes.

Ahnxst hastened to Xoniuqé's side and could see that the old man had regained consciousness, barely, but was completely incommunicado. Picking the slight body of the wizard up, the Drulath set him on Cinder Foot and led the animal down from the broken hills. Behind them, Auhxalys steadied "The Chief" as he swayed in the saddle. Horgand went in the lead, encountering and dispatching another two or three foegim before they finally arrived at the valley floor and entered the trees and relative safety at last. The necromantic glamour of the Chasm did not reach any further than the edge of the forest.

The party was safe, but it was also half gone. Among the survivors hardly any of them had escaped without hurt. Sehlinah bore a slight wound and was practically out of her mind with excitement and unspent adrenalin. Auhxalys had a single plague fly bite as her only hurt. Of the entire party, except perhaps Myrdagyn, she had dispatched the most foes. They argued about that in friendly banter for a brief while, as they wended their exhausted, relieved way through the trees.

They made camp soon and tended to their injuries. Nothing could be done for Xoniuqé. He wasn't badly hurt from his fall. But his mind was severely muddled and his strength noticeably diminished. He got around camp better if one of the women held his arm, which he would only allow them to do, none of the fighters.


In the morning, the party cautiously made its way back to Klyph Town, where they stayed for many days, waiting for the wizard to make his slow recovery.

Over a moon had passed when Xoniuqé emerged. He appeared to be his old self again. Other than occasional relapses into what seemed almost witless reverie, he did not evince any ill effects of his "epic fail" casting of the control spell. But that observation of his friends of his condition was going on outward appearances only.

Silently, Xoniuqé continues to battle self doubt. He knows that his powers as a magician have been compromised. He was guilty of making a tactical error before that, which led to the deaths of half their numbers, and to his encounter with catastrophic failure as a user of magic. What will happen the next time he tries to use it?

Meanwhile, the first thing that he tries to rectify is the effect of the plague flies. Since the party survivors have split up his inquiries don't get him very far. Now he is very worried about the few survivors who were bitten. He asks Myrdagyn and Ahnxst what they know about those bitten by the plague flies. Neither man can offer much information. Other than a positive confirmation that Auhxalys and Horgand were bitten, nothing more can be said on the matter. But the "moving mountain" and the "father and son duo" have gone off elsewhere while the wizard convalesced.
With no time to spare in the first place, this setback has compromised their mission even more. There is still no word of the whereabouts of Lorinkh. Of the party, only Myrdagyn, and of course Ahnxst, remain with the wizard as he spends his month of convalescence. Nearby a solitary swordsman, from the "village chieftain" days, stays with a crossbowman, awaiting events and remaining in touch.

Other than Ahnxst's two remaining boyhood friends, the Drulathim have abandoned the "quest". Most have returned to the Vale, no longer interested in following the orders of a vainglorious youth who has shown himself to be inexperienced and a potential hazard to his friends: such is the reputation of Ahnxst spread by those who have recently served under his command.

Horgand and Nouvzé have wandered off but are presumed to be somewhere in the town still, perhaps helping Fulkh Marshal with his stalled out siege of baron Nhyrblas.

Further inquiry reveals that Auhxalys and Sehlinah were last seen leaving the town together, returning to Sehlinah's home and the survivors of her people. The girl has no family and that makes her the headwoman of the tiny community. When Xoniuqé goes there with Myrdagyn and Ahnxst, Sehlinah greets them warmly, but without Auhxalys. The headwoman cannot say what has become of the "moving mountain". But Sehlinah is concerned, because Auhxalys was behaving strangely: alternating between sleepiness bordering on lethargy, and sudden fits of energetic irrationality. Once the massive woman actually attacked a man who appeared to be angry with Sehlinah, almost killing him. And afterward she had no memory of the incident. The next day, Auhxalys had disappeared. That was more than a week ago.

Xoniuqé returns with his friends to Klyph Town. There is no way to track down the woman from his village and administer to her symptoms. They are far advanced. Plague fly bites, if not treated expeditiously, will often result in the victim's death and subsequent alteration into a foeg. "Everything that Sehlinah said sounds very, very bad," the wizard tells his remaining companions. And then he will say no more on the matter.

"Are we still going to do this?" asks a much subdued Ahnxst. The wizard and Myrdagyn look at each other and the Drulath. There is a lengthy silence between them. Xoniuqé finally moves to a window and looks out on the market day traffic below. Without turning to face the others he says in a low voice. "I must. But neither of you has any obligation. We failed, over forty years ago, to put paid to that devil properly. I mean to see him incarcerated, and that permanently."

The other two quickly vow to keep the illusionist company to the end. When the young Drulath almost timidly asks how he plans to go about "incarcerating" the wraith Qurosh'g, Xoniuqé is quiet for a long spell. Then, still without looking at them, he simply says, "I'll think of something."
Myrdagyn goes to Randahl Korydohn, the regent, and reports on the failure, so far, of the attempt to neutralize Ghrusoq. The regent provides a squad of Imperial Knights and pays for a company of hearty axemen to accompany Myrdagyn back to Klyph.

Furthermore, Randahl sends more messengers out to find Lorinkh, to inform the erstwhile imperial counselor of how things stand with his old enemy and to request his assistance at once....

Monday, December 14, 2015

Chaos at Klyph, continued: Chaos at the Gates

As Xoniuqé and Myrdagyn drew their company clear of the woods and came abreast of the refugee camp, they got their first clear look at the gateways into Klyph Town. The apertures were packed with mailed spearmen and crossbowmen. A quick plan was laid to approach the lesser gate and try and convince the guards to either join them (and thus repudiate their baron), or at least step aside and let the party into the town. Having decided what to do, they made their way between the ruined houses and parallel to the city wall. But up ahead they saw enemies already making contact with the gate guards. With no other option offering a better way, the adventurers continued slowly toward the gate.
The Sire Ohblohd of Rhodwyn suggested to Fulkh Marshal that he ought to unite forces with the imperial army to face the approaching troops from the MQ, who seemed to be increasing in numbers as late arrivals joined the somewhat battered troops that Fulkh's men had just fought. More Thugs could be seen moving through the trees, and Warriors of the Chaos Lord Antania, both pikemen and halberdiers, all in cap-a-pie plate armor, were advancing through the open space between the woods. A few mounted Knights could also be seen riding behind the screen of pikes and halberds. Time was not a luxury now for the defenders!

But Fulkh Marshal still had the bit between his teeth. His original battle plan, to charge and take the main gate, was not something he would alter. Though persuasive and very intelligent, the Sire of Rhodwyn could not make headway in the brief time he had to convince the youthful warlord to follow his advice.
Refusing curtly, and restating what he intended to do, the marshal returned to the head of his troops. The baronial cavalry skirted the ruins, took the road and charged straight at the opened gate. Crossbow bolts struck the oncoming column of chivalry. And a chance missile took Fulkh's horse out from under him just as he arrived before the opening. He rolled nimbly off and got to his feet. His men had by then penetrated right up to the spears and shields of the baron's troops that filled the gateway. The cavalry charge was held off for the space of a time.
The Sire of Rhodwyn at first lined up his horsemen to oppose the approaching pikemen, but decided that his men would fare badly there, and instead pulled back and to the right, crossing over behind the ruins.
Facing left, he charged straight into a band of approaching Urtukim. The imperial cavalry (a mixed force of knights and serjants from his own holding and some troops sent by the regent) began to bear the Urtukim down. But it was a slogging match that required a blood price. The Sire Ohblohd could only press on with what he had at his disposal, but he feared that the quality of his men was deficient to the task at hand. 
Meanwhile, the main bulk of his infantry had lined up to receive the pike charge. And it was a vicious one, throwing the dismounted men-at-arms and billmen back with heavy losses. It was a very short fight and then the remnant broke and were pursued until the more nimble footed managed to escape the field. The pikemen turned back and flank marched to the left.
While they had been dispatching Ohblohd's infantry, his longbowmen had also faced the approaching enemy the best they could: one body packed the open space between the ruined buildings, and the other archers entered the other ruin. The shot of the longbow shafts and crossbow quarrels was ineffective until the Warriors and Urtukim came within pointblank range, then casualties to the leading unit of halberdiers broke them. They swiftly retreated out of range and reformed. Marching to their right flank they attacked the archers in the ruin. More Urtukim attacked the crossbows in the other ruin. 

The archers in the open were quickly dispatched and routed by the larger body of halberdiers, who then turned to attack Fulkh's cavalry pressing into the main gateway. The marshal's horsemen were breaking down the defense. The baron's men facing the inside of the town were attacked in the rear and scattered. But the halberdiers arrived barely too late to prevent seizure of the gate. Fulkh himself heaved the doors shut in their faces and dropped the bar.

Inside, the guards were pursued and hunted down by loyalists and Fulkh's horsemen.
To the left of these combat zones lay the refugee camp, its near end anchored on a ruined house. As the Thugs emerged from the trees beside a heavy unit of Urtukim, both forces took stock of the Ushim attack of the camp and decided to join it. The Thugs mainly attacked the ruined house: their attack was terrible, because this band of Thugs were "pumped" (fully charged on "juice" and getting "three hits" apiece). The Urtukim backed up the archers already engaged with the outer line of refugees, who were mostly unarmed peasants. The bandit "chieftain" and his men bolstered the defense somewhat. It was the superior numbers of defenders who made resistance possible and began to inflict casualties on their attackers.
In the midst of these worthy defenders (of the women, children and oldsters behind them among the tents) stood Auhxalys and the girl from the hamlet with the hewing spear. Her name was Sehlinah. The first Ushim archers to reach them were dispatched quickly. With blood on her hewing spear and in her eyes, the girl shrieked and rushed forward to engage the nearest of the Urtuks. Auhxalys ran to stay at her side. So the two of them, out in front of the whole encampment, were the first defenders to trade blows. They found themselves facing two Urtuks apiece.
 Sehlinah was thoroughly outclassed. But she could hardly even be aware of the fact, so furiously did she ply spear and shield. Her opponents wounded her and pressed her back and struck her to the ground where she lay bleeding and out cold. They left her for dead and proceeded on to attack the refugee camp. Auhxalys clouted one Urtuk on the head and he dropped, then she forced the other back several paces until he too was felled, though not killed. By that point her first antagonist had regained his feet and was attacking her again. She noticed that Sehlinah was down and this made the woman desperately angry. Her cudgel fell again and again, knocking the creature senseless in the dirt. By that point the rest of the Urtukim had all passed by on either hand to attack the camp. Auhxalys only wanted to get to the girl and carry her out of danger. But no sooner would she knock one of the Urtuks down than the other would start to regain his feet, looking around with bleary red eyes and spitting out snarls and threats through a mouth full of yellowed tusks and fangs. With greater deliberation, the woman controlled her next attack, stepped around behind the Urtuk and aimed a ferocious blow to the back of his skull. His brains flew with the shattered helmet as the heavily muscled body collapsed one last time. Her other enemy was upon her. He was dispatched in like manner. She had begun to learn to strike with calculation and force.

While all of this was going forward, over at the far end of the refugee camp, Ushim and masses of MQ scum ("lesser" thugs) had all but closed the gap between themselves and the stone wall. The inside of the wall was packed with defenders awaiting their enemies.
But those unworthies maintained their discipline, having deemed that the refugees were unimportant tactically and that the real battle was shaping up beyond the camp, in front of the main gate. The Ushim saw the lesser gate near to hand and made for it, expecting, as planned, to be admitted into the town by the gate guards.
The thugs moved off to the right and skirted the camp near the edge of the trees. They were joined by another body of thugs that had issued from the woods. As they marched in column they watched the attack on the camp. All of these troops passed close by where Auhxalys was fighting. But they did not break ranks to attack her, although some of those closest to her appeared sorely tempted.

Then three things happened in quick sequence. The girl Sehlinah regained consciousness and struggled to her feet all quaky and furious. The Ushim archers and Urtukim attacking the camp suddenly panicked at the losses they were taking and bolted toward the thugs. And seeing this setback, the thugs, almost to a man, fled toward the trees. Sehlinah, whirling around with her hewing spear outstretched and shrieking like a scalded cat, only saw her enemies fleeing and naturally thought that somehow she had managed to scare them off. It took Auhxalys arriving at her side to convince the girl to go to the relative safety of the encampment. On the way, Auhxalys kept all enemies that came near away from Sehlinah and in the event felled a number of them, Ushim, Urtukim and Thugs, until she lost count of the number of enemies that she had dispatched, and then also quite lost sight of the girl.
In the pause that came, while the routed troops of Antania sorted themselves out some distance off, Auhxalys rejoined the much thinned line of defenders. It was a good place to stand and meet the enemy. Because many thugs had rallied and were being reorganized to attack the camp in dangerous strength.
The "pumped" Thugs were still attacking the far end of the encampment. They had killed and driven off the defenders of the ruined house and were now assailing the defenders remaining in the camp. The few horsemen from the camp rode to attack flanks and rear. But desperate fully "pumped" Thugs are hard to kill! They drove off their assailants. But with Auhxalys entering the fight and laying even "three-hit" Thugs low, their morale finally broke. Those which did not escape were finished off where they stood. 

The rallied MQ scum were now upon the defenders of the refugee encampment.
Relief was about to arrive from the opposite side of the camp: Xoniuqé, Myrdagyn and Company. These had just emerged victorious from a sharp little battle with the Ushim who had approach the secondary gate. Arriving there, the guards had refused them entry, deeming any races of the Ekbashim, under arms, unworthy to admit to their fair city. Words had been exchanged but no blows. The Ushim had backed off, at first seeking the location of their commander to report the nature of their failure to enter the betrayed city. Then they had seen the approaching party of adventurers and turned left and attacked them instead. But they had not known the formidable quality of their foes and paid the ultimate price of their mistake, perishing to the last man.
As soon as this had been accomplished, Myrdagyn had approached the gate guards and tried to explain who they were and to request admittance. But the guards would have nothing to do with the heroes either: "Yes, we understand that you are here on business and that you are not taking sides. But our lord Baron Nhyrblas is keeping everyone out of Klyph except our allies. So, move off!"

Losing patience, Myrdagyn attacked the nearest pair of gate guards and felled one instantly. Ahnxst followed up and defeated a second guard.
As fortune would have it, at that instant, from within the town a body of loyal empire men, including a couple of retired Imperial Knight veterans on foot, deemed that this attack from outside was a good opportunity to seize control of the gate and eradicate the baron's men. Threatened from within and attacked from without, and already taking casualties, the rest surrendered and allowed themselves to be trussed and told to sit down along the inside of the town wall.

Seeing the way clear, Xoniuqé used his magic to assume a grand appearance and commanding voice. As an armor-clad savior, worthy of sainthood by all that he presented to be seen and heard, he rode up to the encampment and called out to the throng of women, children and oldsters: "Good people! Follow me. Klyph has opened her gates to you (or at least this one). Make haste. Flee! Before it is too late. Your menfolk have nearly perished trying to save your lives. Allow them to flee to safety also, because you have taken refuge inside."

The way was indeed clear. And in a body the refugees moved out of their miserable encampment and flowed through the gate and inside the town. "And there was much rejoicing".
Soon the camp was empty of the homeless ones, all except the few men still standing, and Auhxalys. And of course the many fallen, both quick and dead. As the two bands of rallied thugs arrived and attacked the last defenders, the few mounted men rode around the right flank of the nearest band and fell on their rear.
And then the leader of those rallied bands, on a great black horse, tried to ride the "moving mountain" down. She stepped nimbly aside and a powerful swipe to the nearest foreleg of the thug commander's mount brought it down. He lay stunned as she moved in and finished him off with repeated blows of her cudgel. Very soon after that, the fight went out of the MQ scum and they started to flee for the last time.
The outcome was not in doubt any longer. Myrdagyn, Ahnxst and the rest arrived to complete the rout of the MQ scum. Those enemies who did not escape were surrounded and put to death. 

As for the rest of the field: The Sire Ohblohd and his cavalry broke the Urtukim at last and pursued the routing mass from the field for a league and more.
It was the fate of Ohblohd to perish in that fight. An Urtuk suddenly turned on him and swept the veteran Imperial Knight from his horse with a terrific blow. The Urtuk was almost instantly ridden down himself by pursuing cavalry.

The Warriors of the Chaos Lord Antania cleared both ruins of longbowmen and crossbowmen.
But the gates were closed. Seeing their plan foiled, the Warriors of the Chaos Lord Antania marched away.


Up in his citadel, Baron Nhyrblas held out yet. With the Sire of Rhodwyn dead, Fulkh Marshal was the eminent local authority for the uprising against the baron. But he lacked sufficient strength to assail the keep. Nhyrblas made it known that he was in fact forced by Antania's agents into betraying the city. In fact, he had decided that a bad plan was no plan at all and reversed himself, putting full blame on his deputy, a minion of Antania, who now absconded with those troops too fully committed to her cause to remain behind, along with a sizeable portion of the baronial treasury.
Nhyrblas is left alone with a few loyal vassals to face the music. Will his sly, treacherous nature concoct a sufficiently plausible tale to exonerate himself in the eyes of Fulkh and later the regent Randahl?
With Klyph reopened the city's markets revive and the border people resume their somewhat hectic if normal lives. Even some of the Ekbashim from the hinterland are seen in the streets and doing business, as is typical among the eclectic Klyphites.
Xoniuqé goes to his bankers and withdraws what he needs to supply and equip the party. Some of the materials that he purchases are mysterious and he keeps quiet about the contents of the sealed jars and sacks. When Myrdagyn asks about them the wizard only replies, "We'll see, if necessary. But hopefully not."
The party of adventurers is in the city for less than a fortnight. During this time a quick journey to the Vale of the Drulath by Ahnxst and his companions acquires information and more aid. The party of Drulathim is enlarged by more volunteers. There is still no news from the Vale about his uncle Lorinkh.  Neither the famous Drulath military counselor nor his employer, the emeritus emperor Blun X, are in residence at Etrykh (the ancestral earldom of the erstwhile Blun dynasty). The pair of them had left the city of Etrykh sometime before, and were last seen journeying southeastward into the "Sea of Grass" (the poetic or popular name for the Nomad Plains) where the Kavarim nomads dwell. The messengers sent from the Vale were still seeking after them there.
Xoniuqé and Myrdagyn weigh this disappointing news with the further risk of waiting any longer. Lorinkh's famous blade "Lich Bane" had severed Ghrusoq's physical body from his spirit over forty years ago. The Drulath hero would be very concerned to learn that their old enemy is now rapidly acquiring power at Melinarth as the "god Qurosh'g". Lich Bane would surely be a potent, even an essential weapon in the coming confrontation. But it can't be helped that the party is deprived of Lorinkh's presence. The wizard and Myrdagyn agree that waiting is more hazardous than pressing on without the aid of the Drulath hero and his fabulous sword.
Myrdagyn informs the members of the party to be ready for a rapid march the next day, in fact before sunup. The party is not as strong as hoped, because Fulkh Marshal has vied for the recruitment of soldiers to increase his strength against the still defiant baron, Nhyrblas. The siege of the baron's keep continues in deadlock.
The party of adventurers is nonetheless larger than when they entered Klyph nearly two weeks before. They leave the city before dawn and quickly make their way across the ravaged farmlands and into the mountains to the north, hoping to skirt the Masterless Quarter by as much distance as possible, and come down upon Melinarth from the Tarn Chasm side.
Normally this quarter is considered impassable. The waters are poisonous, and fumes rolling down from the volcano are always a hazardous possibility. So it is assumed that Ghrusoq will not even bother keeping a watch, much less a guard, on that approach to his domain. But Xoniuqé has prepared the party to endure the quick march through the bad lands. One of the pack animals bears his jars and sacks of mysterious "stuff". Extra water bags have been included. According to plan, these are filled at fresh streams in the "Valley of the Hunt", at the extreme northern limits of the barony.
Having prepared for the journey into the Chasm, the party settles down for the night, much wearied by the exertions of their rapid, all-day march....