Dark Sun: The Tyrant of Tyr
Orsk smashed his shield into the templars face and standing there stunned the templar was momentarily dazed before he screamed at his troops, ataaack!
inside the slave pens zafir shouted to the muls on the walls to go help defend the slaves outside the gate. The muls replied that they should stay here and guard the slaves and some began to close the main gate to the pens
One of the Tyrian army sergents, who had been bitterly betrayed as a result of the necromancers turned and shouted to the others to ‘fire’ at the necromancers, seeing this as his chance to get even without the concequences! In their confusion the soldiers turned and let loose a volley believing themselves aiming at the enemy. The necromancers howled in disgust as they hid by their wagon.
Now, in daylight the group were able to get a clearer look at the two defilers who stood by the wagon. One was curled around a green staff, his skin bloated and covered in warts. The other seemed to exude a heat haze and his face seemed to morph and change as if it were liquid and glowed with an intense heat such that there was a heat haze above him. Both were wrapped in heavy black robes
The agents of the free slipped into the rabble of slaves between the tyrian army and rallying them together spoke to them that they would soon be free. For most of the slaves this was all they needed to know and they wrestled with their bonds as the free hurriedly untied them. Others froze however rooted to the spot, too fearful of their lives to even move to save themselves
Frost growled and fur sprouted again to cover his body as his fingers became more claw-like and he howled and drooled bounding along to leap straight at the templar hanging onto his neck and tearing chunks of his exposed flesh spurting blood everywhere. The templar let out a panicked scream and bolts of crackling energy screached from his hands. The energy sought life and impacted onto Orsk who stood in front but the mighty Half-Giant stood and smiled. Bringing his hammer to bear Orsk swung at the templar and cleanly connected with his jaw. There was a sickening crunch as tooth and bone flew from what once was half of his face as it thudded on the soft ground. Seconds later the lifeless body of the templar followed
The brotherhood and ex-slaves swarmed from the caravan and charged into the tyrian army, caught flat footed by the sudden ambush
The two templars standing upon the wall of the slave pens noticed the free agents helping to free the slaves and began to chant frantically The slaves cried out in shock as almost immediately their giant hair bonds were cut new bonds appeared in the form of dark magic, stopping them from leaving and keeping themselves and the free rooted to the spot
The necromancers scowled at the tyrian army and then began chanting. The heat haze mage uttered dark words and then, in front of 3 of the soldier units a huge chasm opened in the floor spewing forth molten magma! The guards cried out in pain as their skin was burnt by the extreme heat and others scrambled to avoid falling into the deep hole. The necromancers shouted at the men calling out to them to fight the enemy and not them. Then with one hand the necromancer reached into a pouch on his belt and took out a small object which he threw on the ground, in seconds the sand began to give way and a boned hand shot forth as an undead skeleton broke through the ground armed with shield and scimitar!
Inside the pens Jekall approached the guards on the gates attempting to trick them into leaving their posts and assisting with the defences outside. In the confusion the muls on the bridge continued to wind the winch that lowered the huge stone block above the entrance as the templar nearest too them saw through Jekals’ disguise and shouted for the muls and half-giants to seize the traitors! Other muls were not so sure and chased out of the gates to join the chaos outside
Zafir tok lent his voice to those causing confusion within the pens and his seniority and authority seemed to help maintain a steady conflict of interests. The templars on the walls continued to scream at them to stay where they were however
Mul guards standing on the slave pen towers quickly rush to move the crossbow turrets from their position facing the interior of the slave pens to facing the outside, launching a villey of bolts toward the brotherhood and causing them to have to shelter from the barrage
The second necromancer twisted and foul, uttered ancient archaic words as dark green tendrils swept from his fingers to consume the tyrian soldiers, willing them to obedience. The Sergeant who had incited them called out in pain moments before the tendrils swarmed and enveloped him. A hissing and popping sound rang out that made all their stomachs churn as the sergent was slowly digested alive… All but one of the Tyrian soldier groups returned to the fight out of sheer fear
As the necromancer weaved his spell Eben launched to attack and swung his axe with all his power, connecting with the necromancers chest. The creature squealed like a bloated pig as black ichor sprayed from the savage blow. The defiler looked for one moment with sheer horror and surprise at the blow that left him staggering backwards clutching at his gushing wound. He snarled and looked wide eyed as Eben swung again, this time though only managing to cut a deep gouge into his arm as the necromancer weaved to try to avoid the blow
The necromancer did not have time to react however as a huge explosion of fire erupted between the two defilers. The necromancer who had created the magma chasm seemed to absorb the flames for one moment but then they exploded out again consuming the skeleton he had just created and turning it to dust. Both necromancers did what they could to avoid the blast but it was powerful enough to get through their enchanted defences and scorch their bodies
Frost, having finished tearing up the templar set his sights on the next target of the magma necromancer! Bounding along at high speed he leapt at it and raked his claws across his face, causing the necromancer to snarl and spit blood also but this one seemed stronger than the other, at least for now
A hulking Half-Giant stood before Jekall as he tried to get up to the slave pen walls but as the sun bathed his face in light and his long hair glistened in the slight breeze any lesser folk would think this were an image of feminine perfection. The Half-Giant, caught in the confusion of conflicting orders and chaos of the morning was captivated and saw what he wanted to see, something that took him away from the chaos and bloodshed but to something more personal. He looked upon Jekall with great fondness and then let him past so that he could confront the templar on the walls who was still barking orders
The members of the free within the slaves continued to try to free the slaves from their bonds and reassure them that escape was possible when several bolts of magical energy rippled through their ranks killing half of them and severly wounding the rest. They howled out as the excruciating pain echoed into the morning haze amidst the sounds of clashing weapons
The brotherhood gathered together and charged the rest of the tyrian army who stood on the east flank of the slaves. The battle was bitter and some of the brotherhood fell but eventually they pushed through and a triumphant cheer rang out for their success. They then rushed forward toward the tower where nervous mul guards looked on and tried desperately to mount the crossbow tower into its new position
The mul guards in the north east tower then let forth a volley of bolts down upon the brotherhood who ducked to hide beneath their shields, assisted by the veil cell who prepared to cast another spell
Back in the slave pens zafir’s city guard launched their attacks on those who opposed them causing a distraction that allowed two of the mounted guards threw open the gate of the slave pens screaming at the slaves ‘to freedom!’ And so the slaves rushed out, clambering past one another to grasp that thing they had most desired but many knew little about…