Session Date: 17 October 2014. Continued from The Invasion of Varisia IV. [This session is probably our longest ever, lasting 12 rounds of combat – about 5 hours of real time! Also, never have there been so many 1s rolled in one session (by GM and players!)]
After two weeks of waiting and preparing, Cecil, Nu and Ciaran were ready for Mokmurian’s army. They had managed to poison the giants’ food supply, reducing their numbers somewhat and weakening the remaining force – it was now the middle of winter and finding new, uncontaminated food proved a little difficult for the giants.
All the villagers from towns in the path of the giant army were evacuated to Magnimar, including the residents of Sandpoint. All those waiting in Sandpoint now were Hellknights, Jaden’s thieves guild, the militia of Sandpoint, the soldiers from Magnimar and Alamander’s knights. The town had been fortified as much as possible, and the likely points of attack were covered by the defenders.
Finally, the scouts reported that the army had been spotted near Sandpoint, and that the giants would reach the town by nightfall. Trusting their allies to guard the eastern entrances into the town, our heroes waited in the forest just south of the town, hoping the trees would limit the movement of the giants to some degree. They were joined by a rogue whose sneaking skills proved quite useful. Soon, warhorns could be heard in the distance, and the giants’ assault on Sandpoint began on three sides.
A red dragon flew overhead, but did not notice the heroes in the forest. Instead, our heroes had to contend with a continuous stream of stone giants, runeslave hill giants, dire bears, a taiga giant, a lamia, and the monstrous Lokansir, a huge hill giant. From behind his allies, Mokmurian created a fog bank to obscure the heroes vision and slow them down.
Undaunted (but still cautious after Cecil’s recent reincarnation as an orc), our heroes used Ciaran’s invisibility and blur spells to their advantage, taking down the enemies as they came. When Conna the Wise appeared alongside Mokmurian, Ciaran hoped she would switch sides as they had discussed so long ago under Jorgenfist. She realised she wouldn’t be able to fight Mokmurian directly though, and flew off to dissuade giants on the other fronts to give up the attack.
After numerous fireballs and other deadly attacks, Mokmurian decided it was time to flee. Before he could do this, however, his body was apparently possessed, and another spoke through his mouth, taunting the heroes with the words, “So these are the heroes of the age. More like gasping worms to me – worms to be crushed back into the earth when I awaken the armies of Xin-Shalast, when the name Karzoug is again spoken with fear and awe. Know that the deaths of those marked by the Sihderon – the giants you have so conveniently slain for me – hasten my return, just as yours soon will. Fools, all of you. Is this all you could manage in ten thousand years?”
With that, Mokmurian’s body fell to the ground, lifeless. The heroes had at last triumphed over the foe they had been after for so long. Unfortunately there was no time yet to savour the victory, as battles still raged elsewhere in Sandpoint, and the very ground shook for reasons unknown.