Dark Sun: The Tyrant of Tyr
The fire alerted the group not in the city to something happening that didn’t look good. Yakala shook his head and stroked his beard as Eben tutted. Orsk readied the Brohg who grew restless and grumpy at the inactivity of the morning…
Gilam took Jekall, Solzak, Frost and the monks to meet Alaric, the king of the Eladrin and his father
As they crossed the great bridge to the palace the world seemed to transform from wasteland to a land of intense lights and colour. The sky was a deeper orange and the horizon seemed to shimmer like a desert mirage. Still, there remained an overwhelming sadness in the air made more obvious by the brooding storm clouds gathering above the tower. They passed through the main gate and saw the huge tower reach above them, far more pristine than before but still overgrown with vines and crumbling in places. They passed over another bridge where below was once great trees and gardens that now slowly wither away and lose their leaves. Gilam tells that the state of their lands is influenced by the mood of its lord. Since the lifting of the curse however King Alaric’s mood has not improved and seems to worsen as he sinks further into melancholy. He hopes that the influence of outsiders will snap him out of it.
Entering the grand palace they step through marble halls into one great main hall which leads to the tower above. A balcony rings the hall from above and twin grand staircases spiral from the east and west walls. A lone figure stands directly above them on the balcony, dressed in black but pale as mekillot milk with silver strands of white hair flanking his drawn features. A cape of snow leopard (a rare creature indeed) hangs from his shoulders drawing a silent breath of awe from the outsiders who would have likely never seen an animal of that colouration. The only colour on his face is the intense ruby red of his eyes analysing the visitors with intense distrust. A crown of crystal and diamond rests on his head and catches the reflection of the intense sunlight streaking through the many airways and windows of the palace. The airways seem to whistle with discontent whilst at the same time singing creating an eerie chorus in the otherwise silent room.
Alaric shouts at Gilam asking why he has let more ‘foreigners’ into his land.
There is a bitterness and sharpness to his tone but with diplomacy and a healthy amount of flattery Jekall wins Alaric over to the point that the Eladrin will lend assistance to recapture the monastery as it is mutually beneficial. As for anything more Alaric says nothing
The group are taken up to the tower where a balcony room is covered with ‘eyes’ of crystal. These ‘eyes’ allow Alaric and the Eladrin to see almost the entire city (with the exception notably of the monastery). They are one way and only function from the land within the wind, so the Eladrin can see but those in the world cannot.
After noting some of the Dray defences and locations of some Tarek groups Jekall attempts to use the eyes as a communication device to lure the Tareks to move against the Dray. Alaric says it cannot be done but curiously the Tareks are drawn to ‘something’ which results from his interference but it is unclear what if any effect it may have had.
The group decide to rest and wait for the rest of the group to arrive whilst Alaric monitors the Dray. It is clear that the burning of the tower may draw attention and that the rest of the group may have trouble entering the city but the playing out of this is to be seen.
The Eladrin messenger arrives close to the site of the burning tower and waits for Eben, Frost and Orsk. As they arrives so does a group of Dray inspecting the wreckage cautiously. Then, a group of Tareks arrive with a sense of urgency and aggression that means only one thing. The Dray prepare to defend themselves
The two forces launch against one another as bitter rivals do. The Dray are defending ‘their’ territory whilst the Tareks are expanding theirs.
The Dray slavemaster concentrates on the Tareks, invading their thick skulls and attempting to command them. As the two forces clash Orsk raises his hammer and charges with the Brohg close behind. Eben, Frost, Yakala and Kagero surge forwards too waiting for the opportunity to charge. Davitus flares inside Eben’s axe, thirsty for battle to commence
Frost bounds down towards the slavemaster eager to bring him down but he is caught in his psionic barrage and left momentarily stunned
The Eladrin make their entrance and send a hail of arrows on the surprised Dray
With the aid of their new allies the Tareks begin to get the upper hand on the Dray but then in the distance shapes can be seen pouring ou of the cliff face behind the Dray and beyond the desilated garden – Dune reapers! Quickly they decide that