Dark Sun: The Tyrant of Tyr
Met the dwarf Aatrox who was gruff but seemed to have a similar goal to them, or what he said his goal was
They were just about to leave when shadowy forms came forth from the fog, they were dressed as squalid outlanders and armed with basic wooden weapons. The group comprised of 10 individuals mostly old but also some children. Their leader Talakar introduced his tribe as the Khe-Re. They have been trapped in the land within the wind ever since their tribe was hit by raiders. A thri-kreen shaman called Natziki tricked them, leading them to supposed safety and promising that he would revive their dead. Instead he has left them to the horror of this prison. Additionally when the Thri-kreen returned to them he demanded the chieftains daughter as payment for his services. When the chieftain refused the Thri-Kreen cursed the village and the daughter. The curse meant that the daughter now sits in a grove north west of the village and plays music, the same music that calls the horrid creatures they just fought to plague and taunt them.
The group decide to see if they can help the village and venture with Talakar to the grove where they see a young woman dressed in black robes, long black hair and ruby lips playing an enchanting melody on a harp. The harp is tied to her wrist by a silvery thread, such that they fear that trying to remove the harp by force could mean the loss of a limb or at worse severing of the wrist
After seeing his daughter Talakar is noticably upset and the group decide that if they can remove the curse they will and as the shamans supposed lair is in the mountain where they are headed perhaps it is worth them investigating. Talakar knows of the lair but it has been quiet for many years and he has no idea if the shaman is alive or dead but the villagers are too frightened to investigate
As they follow the path towards where the thri-kreen shaman is said to have laired they hear the buzzing, chattering sounds of the banshraes coming down the mountain
A trap was set using one of the previously encountered groups heads as bait on a stick
The banshrae cautiously approached and did not initially set off the snares Frost had set.
The others waited at the edges of the road partially concealed by the thick fog
Jekall then appeared in front of the banshrae examining the head and using a psychic attack causing it to turn and rush back to its companions to strike one of its own
The banshrae pursued Jekall as the stunned companions let out battle cries and joined the fray outflanking the banshrae. Two of their number were caught in the traps and were engaged by Eben and Kagero whilst Aatrox rushed back through the fog to help Jekall
Tybia, Narissa and Frost concentrated their efforts on stopping the darters from moving around their backs through the fog. Fortunately one of them broke their blowgun in its fury and so the advantage on one side of the battlefield was lost. They were unable to stop one of the Banshrae from escaping up the mountain however, presumably to warn its companions.
Jekall and Aatrox held off two of the warriors – Jekall using his psionics to confuse the warriors as Aatrox whittled them down
Tybia lit up the fog with showers of fire and flame as one of the darters taunted them and attempted to close in on Narissa. Working as a team though the Banshrae was no match for their efforts – sealing the creatures fate
As the battle spread out through the fog the group became fragmented and the Banshraes – dancing and teasing as always took an opportunity and set upon Yakala! Desperately he tried to fend off their onslaught but close combat not being his forte he was completely overwhelmed. The two banshraes struck again and again until one of them struck him deeply in the shoulder. He called out in agony and anguish and fell to the ground. The fog turned a reddish hue as his precious blood ran out and the banshraes tittered with delight.
Fearing the worst Eben roared and his axe burst into flame as he raced over to the tragic scene and swung at the banshraes. By now the creatures were also quite wounded from his previous attacks so their defences were weakened
Kagero used the distraction to get close and attempt to bind the wounds of their old friend. Fortunately the wound looked worse than it was, and Yakala was stable
Frost, who had been holding up one side of the battlefield, frustrating the darters as they tried to sneak past roared again as he sank his claws into the banshrae darter as it tried to escape. Both of the creatures had lost their blowguns in the confusion of battle and were relying on their claws to slow frost down, but that was a battle he took great joy in, for he was far more used to causing lethal damage with them than they were. He then was distracted for a moment as he could hear the sounds of the chittering banshraes coming closer down the mountain once more, this battle had to end now else they would be caught again in the open. Fortunately he was joined then by Eben who – together with Frost dispatched the final two darters in one fell swoop of Axe and claw. Just in time too for the chittering and buzzing from the Banshraes lay just outside of the battlefield…