Text by Paul O'Connor, Dungeon Master
Uneasy is the head that wears the crown. In the gold old days, the heroes would have done as they please. But now, Blah is a husband and a king, and must consider his people.
Queen Bjornhild was not enthusiastic about marching to the relief of the greatest of the Ten Towns, but skillful oratory from her new husband softened her heart.
There is a council of war. Blah, Khostov, and Arthur will ride for Bryn Shander, with fifty choice spears from the Reghed Barbarians ... of all tribes, even the wolves. Jarund Elkhardt, leader of the Elk Barbarians, will follow with a force of several thousand, which will take some time to assemble.
The rider from Bryn Shander, Oman Rye, rode through the treacherous Howling Lands; our heroes took a longer and less treacherous road to return. Along the way they found the passing army of giants had stripped the land of food and fodder for many miles. The heroes slowed their pace to spare their horses.
Along the way they saw a colossal round boulder in the midst of a flat plain. Khostov mused this may have been one of the Twenty Stones collected by the ancient hero Thruun, to please the lost god Malar.
Bryn Shander appeared on the horizon, atop a hill below rearing Kelvin's Cairn. Smoke rose from the city.
High above, our heroes spotted a white dragon circling in the iron grey sky. It is almost certainly Codoroth the Longtail, though he has grown larger seen last seen.
Conjuring the Boorman Mists, the heroes and their little army rode unnoticed to just outside the walls of Bryn Shander, damaged in places but still holding out against the siege of giants. Taking care to remain hidden from the rock-throwing giants and their huge winter wolf companions, our heroes contemplate a plan, scheming how they might lure Codoroth to battle the giants ...
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