The Battle of Saerun Road
The battle was raging on the road below us. High above, hum of the Kordanga’s bound fire elemental began to wane as the captain eased in for the landing.
“This is as far as she goes, you will have to hoof it down the hill a ways to get to the tower”
“Thanks Captain, alright let’s get down there find this whiny nobleman and get back to the ship!”
“I don’t like it Thia, we should be on road with our countrymen! This ir’Gadden is probably dead by now anyway. Some heroes we would be charging in to save a nobleman’s long dead corpse while the battle rages on the road below.” Odo and I were the only two left of our company. His white hair blew across his pale face. He had chosen to wear no face today. His expression is always hard to read when he wears his natural face, but I had known him long enough to know that it was more than just this mission that upset him. This entire war was weighing heavy on us. All of our closest comrades already dead. We were fighting among strangers these days. Fierce hobgoblin reinforcements one week, Denieth mercenaries the next week, throw in a handful of gnome wands from Zilargo and some Valenar cavalry and you get a totally new face to the once proud Brelish army.
“Don’t you see Odo, the real importance of this mission is to bolster the leadership and moral of the troops. Lord Major ir’Gadden is needed more than ever now that these reinforcements have arrived.” Mardok was the newest member of our band. He was the resident wizard aboard the Kordanga. After our unit was decimated, we were assigned to the ship as well as a shock troop rescue team. Not what we signed up for, but at this point in the war, forces were stretched thin and being a Lyrander, I had experience with airships.
“Piss off Mardok, that ir’Gadden is a fool. Were he a competent leader to begin with maybe we wouldn’t be enlisting the help of Valenar and Denieth to fight our battles. Shit maybe Veng and Talim and the rest of them would still be alive to fight this war” This war was really getting to Odo.
“Enough, let’s get down there and get this shit over with.”
Mardok drew an arcane symbol in the air spoke a word and we stepped off the ship. We floated down gently to the ground and made our way to the hill. There was little left to this ruined tower, more evidence of the evergrowing destruction this war was leaving in it’s wake. As we approached we could see that the doors not longer existed and the piles of rubble that had once been walls were pocked with holes and gaps.
“See, no guards. He was probably chained up and left to die long ago.” Odo was probably right. But we approached cautiously anyway.