Dark Sun: The Tyrant of Tyr
Templars on wall trying to get control as the half giants battled zafir pushing him back along the wall
The veil throw magic fire and missiles relentlessly at the guards and half giants on the walls, successfully driving them back but there are too many of them
Orsk instructs the remainder of the slaves on the ground up into the caravan as they will attempt to make a break for it
Frost sends his fire hawk to help Zafir break past the half giants by creating a distraction as he puts up a heroic fight against impossible odds shouting insults and taunts as his greatsword bites deeply into the flesh of the guard
The half-giant protective of Jekall fights in confusion as his comrades, angered and upset at his betrayal fight back. One attempts to charge the defector from the battlements but he manages to dodge sending the other spinning over to be left hanging on the wall
The mounted city guard continue to try and round up the slaves in the pens but for some the chaos and defiling is too much and they begin to run riot in any direction other than where the guard want them to go. There are a large portion however who do comply and hurriedly make their way towards the north east tower where there is now a path through
A bitter fight still continues on top of the north-east tower as the remaining mounted city guard fight the reinforcement guards and half-giants. They know they fight a losing battle however as they are outnumbered 6 to 1.
Back on the main field the brotherhood cheer as another Tyrian army unit is decimated by a hail of debris and stones that even the heavily armoured warriors can not widthstand for long. They then hurry over to the well where a final army unit makes a defence of their line
Orsk steps up and clatters into the Tyrian soldiers but barely causes any damage as the trained unit soaks up the attack.
Then, from out of nowhere two finely crafted bone arrows shoot from the sky and embed into the army unit, causing them a momentary fluster, it is Naraaku and Krugga who emerge from the north east corner of the square!
Energised by the sight of his travelling companion Eben presses on to join the fray shouting a challenge as he bounds across the field to charge the soldiers. Unfortunately his earlier successes with the necromancers are not repeated and again the soldiers stand fast
Frost sends another firey hawk over to the north east tower to help zafir but it is clear he needs more.
Frost’s senses suddenly alert him and as he turns around momentarily he can see in the distance the templar district gate opening wide! They will not have much time. Quickly shouting to the others they must leave immediately!
Jekall, seeing Zafir cut off and hearing the orders to retreat attempts to aid him by creating even more confusion on the wall hoping to keep the half-giants busy fighting one another so Zafir can escape.
Zafir continues to battle on and manages to keep the tower held as the mounted guard continue to let the slaves out of the north-east tower. Hearing the call to retreat he begins a fighting retreat, pushing back the Half-Giants and heading back into the pens toward the exit tower
The veil mages continue their barrage of magic further beating back the guards and stopping them from getting nearer to Zafir and from closing the gate which at this point is still slightly open
On the ground floor of the North East tower a lone city guard faces off against a group of slave guards battling to gain the upper hand while his Crodlu lashes out against their spears and clubs, slashing and tearing at the lightly armoured slave guard
The brotherhood close in on the last Tyrian army squad and under a tide of rocks and debris the soldiers fall and disperse.
Another cheer erupts from the brotherhood and ex-slaves as they begin their descent down the well to freedom!
At the bottom of the well they are greeted by veil agents who help them out of the well and gather together in a large cavern of Under Tyr
Above ground the battered caravan fills with slaves who yearn for freedom. One of the brotherhood groups tries to get it moving but is bewildered by the controls. Suddenly there is a great flash and an explosion as a bolt of magical lightning rips through the top deck. A small group of the newly escaped slaves are instantly fried whilst others are badly hurt. The shock sends many into panic as they desperately try to escape. Outside those that can see are horrified as on one of the upper tiers of the ziggurat, stands a cloaked figure with arms outstretched above his head, electrical static ripples over his hands. The slaves panic and start to run as Orsk screams at them to get down the well
From the west side of the Slave pens a rumbling in the ground gathers just outside the north-west tower. Immediately several boned hands and arms erupt from the earth spraying sand and dust into the air as 8 animated skeletons pull themselves from the ground. Behind them enveloped by a green mist and cloaked with blackened vines a mesmerising woman steps forth dressed in black robes with a mask of leaves covering her face. Black vertical stripes decorate her eyes as she stares directly at Frost, blowing him a kiss!
Naraaku sends a couple of shots over to the ziggurat and manages to hit! At the extreme range he can see a shower of blood burst out in the shadow of the sun knocking the mysterious mage back
In the north west corner of the brickyards comes another mist, a cool dark blue mass. It forms into a funneled spike and blasts forth sending icy cold particles toward the veil agents, enveloping them in an icy storm that causes them to drop for cover
Frost is for a slight moment mesmerised by the bewitching aura of the necrotic witch but more for his hatred of defilers and yearning to rip the flesh from her neck than for any other reason. Wisely he decides now is not the time for a confrontation and retreats towards the caravan, leaping up to the howdah deck and taking control. He barks at the slaves remaining to flee as he sets the vehicle to move forward and to the west, hoping to run the necro witch back into the ground where she belongs!
On the wall Jekall can see a shimmer of light refract and a moment later a figure appears on the wall. Jekall does not recognise him but he wears the same signature black robes of the necromancers. He can feel his presense and n extremely powerful psionic aura emnates from him. Instinctively Jekall closes his mind lest the psion find him and drapes his cloak tight around himself causing him to be invisible to all
The psion places his fingers carefully onto his temple, closes his eyes and a red aura appears over his head, his eyes open and his pupils have turned completely white. Zafir lets his weapon drop for a moment and stares up at the necromancer-Psion. Jekall could tell now that there was little he could do, and so he withdrew with the other guards from the pens as quickly as he could
Seeing Zafir struck by the psion one of the mounted city guard bravely tries to rescue him, placing himself between Zafir and the staircase he tries to lift Zafir onto the crodlu, instead Zafir, mind clouded by the Psion mistakes his companion for an enemy. Bringing back his greatsword Zafir thrust deep into the guards chest. Luckily the guard is quick enough and canny to avoid bing completely impaled but he still suffers a great wound, such that he dare not try anymore. With great sorrow in his heart he leaves with the other mounted guard and slaves who are busy trying to escape
Zafir stood numb for a moment, battling with the Psion in his head, but his power was too great and almost mechanically he began to ascend the stairs once more up to the wall. The psion concentrated and cracked the knuckles on his hands, and Zafir’s jaw dropped and his mind was at one with utter complicity.
Another flash from the ziggurat and a great bolt of blackened warped energy strikes the floor close to the caravan. Krugga, Naraaku’s companion beast is struck and yelps in pain as the spirit animal’s connection to this world is nearly severed in one strike. In anger Naraaku fires a retort but the missile falls short of its target. Some of the slaves and brotherhood fall during the spell and Eben takes cover under the rollers of the nearby caravan
Not realising his companion now rests under the caravan Frost steers the caravan forward as he manages to jam the controls into continual motion, intending to run down the necromancer and her boned henchmen. There is a gentle bumb as the caravan begins to move but Frost ignores it as Eben desperately rolls out of the way or the hulking caravan, but he is not quite quick enough and shouts a curse up to Frost as he grits his teeth from the pain of the impact. Luckily, it is just a glancing blow
Whilst they can the brotherhood fire a volley of missiles toward the necromancer and her minions, but do little to halt their advance
The skeletons jolt ino action and bound across the field heading for the veil agents who instinctively fire off a volley of missiles more as a warning than anything else
Jekal makes his way through the slaves and out of the compound with his cloak wrapped tightly around him slips silently into the surrounding streets, keen not to go into under Tyr and with his mind focused on other business
The trail of slaves and brotherhood continues ti stream from the slave pens and jump down the well to under Tyr as the chaos in the slave pens continues