Session 10

After the party had cleared Haran of the evil that had infested the small village, they moved on further north towards the front line. After a day and a halfs march the group arrived at camp “Last hope”, so named for its great importance. Located in the mountain pass “Last hope” was one of two camps that was all that stood between the wave of undead and the rest of the southern lands.

The group was halted by a guard post manned by men that looked as if they hadn't slept for weeks, and maybe they hadn’t. Upon seeing Sir Eiderdrake in his renowned armor, bearing the seal of Redbrook, renewed vigor washed over the men, it was as if they were allowed to hope once more. The men stood aside allowing the party of Sir Eiderdrake to pass, standing in stiff salute to honor their superior officer.

The camp showed signs of fatigue and battle. Makeshift barricades and fortifications had been made all around the camp, the ground was trampled, mud and blood covered the ground. Although the camp was a sorry sight, it was as neat as it could be, discipline had been kept.

Upon arriving at the commander's tent, a young soldier announced the group “Commander Lionell, sir Eiderdrake and his companions have arrived, sir!”

The group was led into a large tent lit by lanterns hung from thick poles. In the middle of the room was a large wooden table clad by a large map, adorned with figures representing the enemy's forces and ours. Several other officers was standing around the table and had been discussing loudly until you came. The back of the tent was closed by curtains, most likely it contained the quarters of the Commander.

Just as the Commander was about to address the group a loud cracking noise filled the tent and suddenly a robed man stood kneeling on the muddy floor. Breathing heavily while leaning on his staff, the man looked up as he said “Pardon my rather crude arrival, I am Archmage Joul of Grimgard and i have some important information”. His words were strained and you could see him clutching his left side, his white robes scorched, muddy and blood soaked.