“My army?” he asks with a contemptible sneer. “Please... if they were my men, you would have died against the sappers, and we wouldn’t be having this little talk of yours. These aren’t soldiers, they… (View Post)

And so, the party marches through the night back to Callus. They are halfway back to town when the sun rises, and they see a figure on the horizon to their right. The rising sun illuminates the figur… (View Post)

Tiax the Tyrannical makes his attack. Minion, roll 1d20 for Tiax the Tyrannical! (View Post)

Having halted their advance, the orcs seem unsure of what to do, when Fiora’s voice suddenly echoes forth from the swarm. They are all obviously spooked by the voice, though they stand their ground. … (View Post)

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