Brighton shakes his head woefully at the news of nobles suspecting them of being spies. He bandages a crusader in silence as he takes it in. At last he asks, "How far away is the Queen?"
Victrix almost starts drooling at the sight of the Blackwing's treasury, but keeps herself poised and dignified.
"Yeh 'ave my thanks fer this." She says as she moves to try on the belt.
Quednys answers Brighton Her army is still at least two weeks away...she could of course use magic to arrive here more quickly, but she wants to arrive with her army as reinforcements. She knows the most immediate threat is over, and some mages have begun teleporting small groups into the city.
Quednys nods his head to Victrix in response to her thanks.
Irabeth says Quednys and I will assume command of the Crusaders of Kenebres for now. Please don't leave the city yet, we are sure to have need of you, and I'm sure that Queen Galfrey would like to meet you when she arrives.
Quednys agrees Yes, I have gotten that impression also, although I cannot speak for the Queen.
"Well...if th' queen wants tae catch up wi` us, 'n' if ye'r sure th' immediate threat is ended, ah see na harm wi' making sure things ur settled 'ere 'til Queen Galfrey gets 'ere. 'Sides, a'd lik' tae spend some time practicing mah combat. Ah think th' wardstone did something tae me. Ever sin th' explosion a've felt aff, bit noo that a've hud time tae think aboot it, a've finally pat mah finger oan it...i'm nae movin` aroond as quick as ah wis afore. A've gotten slower. Bit some how ah feel...tougher at th' identical time. Nae sure howfur tae explain it besides that. Ah dinnae think ah will be quick enough tae ever pure uise th' dorn dergar again, sae a'm waantin' tae see if ah cannae unlearn they skills 'n' pat some ithers in thair place."
"It...
changed all of us, Hammer born." Belledonna interjects, falteringly before turning once more to Irabeth & Quendnys. "You have asked that we stay and so I will. Once your Queen & her reinforcements are here, I must answer the land that calls me however."
Irabeth nods at Belle We would not keep you here as prisoners but we know you would be great allies to us in the fight against the Demonic hordes. With the destruction of the Wardstone it is only a matter of time before we go on the offensive, I would feel better with you fighting at my side.
Quednys and the other Crusader captains begin to files out of the room.
"I ma looking forward to meeting the queen. I have never met one and as Uncle Anvil used to say: to see a royal is like seeing an angel, except it might be fallen one and you never know until it is too late, so look forward to it but be ready to run as if hell is licking your heels"
"I would love to pray to Torag through a forge again. I suppose there's still some blacksmiths around that could serve as apprentices, yes?" Brighton says.
Victrix nods at Belle. "I'm stickin' around as well. There's still demons ta kill."
She shrugs. "Ey, I'm an easily pleased girl."
After a few weeks of time in which some cultists are tracked down and killed, many refugees return home to Kenebres.
The Smith, Brighton Tongfinger, develops a reputation among the Crusaders of Kenebres of having the hottest forge and forging the best steel. Several dwarves as well as not a few humans clamor to apprentice themselves to the Mythic forgemaster. The dwarves whisper about Brighton's connection to Torag.
The Trickster, Konny Hammerhand, makes friends amongst the Librarians of the Blackwing as well as both Quednys Orlun and Aravashnial who approve of his studies.
The Deadly Beauty, Victrix Bloodmane, spends her time in the ruins of Kenebres with The Archmage, Belledonna. The two Kellids spend their days speaking of a future where Sarkoris returns and the Worldwound is closed. Belledonna also finds a small Mountain Lion which begins to follow her through the ruins.
The Stonelord, Barundar Hammerfist, trains with the Crusaders at the Grey Garrison, gaining a reputation for being impossible to beat in combat. He shrugs off blows that most would find crippling.
As the party goes about their activities Irabeth Tirabade and her wife Anevia, as well as Nobleman Horgus Gwerm and the Blackwing’s Head Quednys Orlun serve as a council of sorts. The Council does its best to provide for and protect the remaining six thousand odd souls that remain of the original twelve thousand that called the city home. Two weeks after the events of the Grey Garrison word reaches the city that Queen Galfrey of Mendev is less than two hours ride from the gates. She wishes to meet the Heroes of the Grey Garrison and the Council.
The past week had been a fun one for Victrix, much to her surprise--going around town and speaking with her and Belledonna's people about a future Sarkoris did wonders for her. While Belledonna persuaded the crowds with her rhetoric and fervour, Victrix took a more relaxed approach--spending her time in Kenabres' taverns, drinking, carousing and getting to know the people Belle made an effort to reach out to.
It was an... unconventional approach, to be certain, but on some level, it made sense--Belledonna was the preacher of a grand goal, and the plan being set in motion to achieve it. Victrix could take Belle's ideals and translate them into something others could more easily understand. It didn't hurt that Victrix's diplomatic approach endeared her to the common folk.
On the day of Queen Galfrey's arrival, Victrix stands tall and proud, ready to meet the queen.
"So, 'ow exactly am I supposed ta greet 'er?" Victrix scratches her head.
Barundar seems to have gained a measure of confidence from the training he's had at the garrison in Kenabres, several times over learning just how much exposure to the wardstone has altered him. He is nearly constantly surprised by just how much stamina he now possesses, though he determines to himself that he needs to also work more on his offensive abilities as well, lest he get even more overshadowed by Victrix's ridiculously impressive combat prowess.
At the notification that Queen Galfrey is near, Barundar nods in agreement with Victrix. "I've nae ever met a queen afore. Whit dae we ca' her? is thare some protocol by whilk we shuid abide?"
"I just 'ope she doesn't ask me ta kneel." Victrix scuffs her boots against the stones of the street.
Konny hopes that after the queen's arrival, they will be able to once again engage the enemy and make sure no new attack is coming. He liked his stay in the library but looks forward to more action.
The party makes their way to the Grey Garrison where Irabeth, Quednys and the Council await the Queen.
Irabeth responds to Victrix's question I've met her once. She responds well to Queen, my Queen or Queen Galfrey. the half orc says in mock seriousness, smiling at the kellid's discomfort.
Quednys speaks up saying The Queen is not a creature of protocol, she is a Crusader, hardened by 90 years of fighting the demons. You'll be fine Stonelord. using Barundar's nickname given to him by the Crusaders of the Grey Garrison.
As she and the other survivors of the assault of Kenebres hear of the approach of the greater Mendevian force, Belledonna breathes a sigh...
Of what she is uncertain.
For so long, she has known little save hardship, distrust, and uncertainty; much of which she could trace ultimately to the efforts of the 'subjects' of the queen whose forces were even now coming to reclaim 'their' city. It was just as well she would be leaving it soon. Her destiny called to her.
Konny is surprised "The queen is over 90 years old? I thought she is human."
Irabeth says Magic is a wonderful thing sometimes yes? and Quednys says The common folk would say that Galfrey is blessed by Iomedae with eternal youth. he snorts to indicate what he thinks of that.
After an hour or so of waiting a murmur in the courtyard below the Grey Garrison erupts into cheers and triumphant celebration. Queen Galfrey, first of her name and protector of Mendev, has arrived in Kenebres. She is escorted into the Conference room with at least 9 others in her retinue.
The queen is a human who looks approximately 30 years of age, however her true age is closer to 100. She has been Queen of Mendev since the Worldwound opened 89 years ago and her father's death that same year.
The Queen nods to everyone and motions you to sit. Then she speaks
I have heard your story from Quednys and Irabeth via my Court Wizards, I would though hear your tale from yourselves.
While there are some narrow-minded souls among the crusade who blame you for the destruction of the wardstone border, I do not begrudge you for what you did. Far from it. From the sound of it, you saved entire legions of crusaders from a most vile fate by preventing Vorlesh from transforming them, and the blast of energy gave us the time we needed to regroup and prepare for what will certainly come next. But you understand the implications of what you've done, I'm sure-the wardstones
are gone, but Iomedae has seen fit that you will be their replacement. I can think of no other reason that would explain why their power would have settled in your bodies and souls and didn't merely fade into the ether. In time, the demons will regroup and reorganize-we can trust their inherent chaos to make this period of regrouping longer than it otherwise would take, but we shouldn't underestimate them. They'll be back soon enough. Already I've had reports from along the front lines that small groups of demons are attacking fortifications and settlements along the southern border. But what intrigues me most is news from several reliable sources that as our fiendish enemies are starting to mass in the southern reaches along the Riftshadow within the Worldwound,
they have left several of their northern lairs relatively unprotected. In particular, the fiend Aponavicius has taken the bulk of her army from Drezen, leaving it only moderately protected as she joins with the Storm King in lz to, no doubt, plot greater attacks on larger targets like Nerosyan, Karcau, and beyond. The time is right to strike into their territory. Drezen was the first of our cities to fall after the First Crusade, and we lost more than our kin and our pride that day. We lost the Sword of Valor, a magical banner carried by the Inheritor herself during the Shining Crusade. If Drezen could be retaken-if the Sword of Valor could once again be held by the crusade ... well, I trust I don't need to explain how well that would affect morale. But with the imminent attacks along the border, I cannot spare many to lead an assault on Drezen. And even if I could, a large army attacking the city would only draw Aponavicius back to defend the place. The obvious tactic is to send
in a group of capable heroes with a modest but well-trained army to strike now, while the proverbial iron is hot. And this is why I've sought you out. If you can retake Drezen and reclaim the Sword of Valor, not only will you silence the fools who would brand you traitors for destroying the wardstone, but more importantly, you would bolster the entire war effort with your heroism. And I fear we need all the bolstering we can get!
Konny bows to the Queen. "You may count on me, Queen Galfrey. I am ready to do my part in retaking Drezen."
As the Queen arrives, Victrix rises, but doesn't bow or kneel to her.
After explaining what happened in Kenabres, and listening to the Queen's reply, she folds her arms.
"Which way is it to Drezen?" She curtly asks.
As the Queen of Mendev addresses them, Belledonna's eyes glaze slightly, having heard much the same from the leadership of this nation for all of her life. As the impact of the Queen's final words make themselves felt, her gaze grows sharp, focused & feral even.
Finally! We will turn back this foul tide & reclaim our home!
"Your chief defense against the Foulness has fallen and you hope that we can 'prick' them hard enough that they will focus upon us rather than vomiting out over all that you hold dear as once they did to ours?" Belledonna's response is typically blunt, bordering upon insultingly antagonistic. Before Galfrey has a chance to respond, she continues. "More than your Goddess smiles upon you then, Queen of Mendev."
"You claim your young goddess has seen fit to bequeath upon us," indicating herself & her companions with a sweep of her hands, "all that once was held within your 'Wards'. Perhaps the land itself has finally grown weary of this sickness, this blight, and desires it excised?"
"It matters not, in this our goals are as one. We will go to 'Drezen', we will find this 'Sword of Valor'."
"We will do this thing."
Obviously there are many ways to talk to a queen. Good thing that thanks to Uncle Anvil, I am ready to run like hell... Konny muses
At Konny and Victrix's enthusiasm Queen Galfrey says Drezen is located several hundred miles North of Kenebres.
Galfrey blinks several times at Belledonna, unused to being spoken to so bluntly. Several of her retinue narrow their eyes and clinch their fists at this perceived slight but Galfrey answers Belledonna's questions.
Perhaps you are right. I forget sometimes that not all follow the Inheritor. Whatever force is behind your powers, it was the Wardstone which granted them, and I was there when it was made with the Herald of Iomedae helping the mystics and clerics cast their spells and weave their magicks. she says with a small smile then continues I have heard of your speeches to the Kellids of Kenebres, you speak of a Sarkoris reborn, this too I think would be a great thing. I remember when I was young, I met the Great Chief of Iz once...it was so long ago and I was but a child. We do not fight the Demons or the Worldwound to claim mere land, we fight then to claim our souls and protect all of Golarion from their depredations.
She nods to Victrix and Barundar and says I have heard of your bravery in combat and your zeal in fighting the demons. Perhaps you will lead my knights into combat? Or do you have some other allies you wish to lead to Drezen?
So far Belle you haven't gotten the feeling that the Queen is telling untruths or holding anything back.
The Queen's words strike a chord with Victrix... desires of a Sarkoris reborn, cleansed of the Worldwound. It almost makes her smile.
Still, she has priorities. She looks over the Queen's retinue with a critical eye.
"'Ow well can they fight?" She rests one hand on her greatsword's hilt.
Galfrey's words light a fire within Belledonna. Mention of the last great chief & the queen's personal memories of him almost diverts her from her own purpose.
Almost.
Eyes glowing, her face splits in a grin. "Ki te he ia wairangi nui ki te tuku tamariki tahanga ki te awha, e kore ia e pai kia ārahi i tona iwi kia roa." Stepping forward, Belledonna embraces Queen Galfrey. "Some will die. Those who survive will have scars fit to stand with any !"
"people"
Brighton welcomes his apprentices and teaches what craft he can in the two weeks time he has. Several seem to take well to it, but none can keep up with his newfound strength. He praises Torag fervently with every other strike of the hammer on the anvil at times.
He comes to recognize many crusaders by face and name, gladly repairing any armor or equipment brought his way. Whispers start to spread about a special project he is working on...
*****
Brighton nods at the Queen's words. When a respectable moment crops up, he says, "Queen Galfrey, the Inheritor herself made this Sword of Valor? I would jump at a chance to inspect divine craftsmanship that is not of the Forge Father's."
Victrix is definitely surprised by Belle's sudden acceptance of Queen Galfrey... this is the first time she's seen her genuinely hug someone. And a Mendev, of all people!
"Well, yeh've made quoite an impression, Yehr Majesty." She smirks. "Belle's not easy ta impress--if yeh need me ta lead, I'll try."
She blushes and looks down. "Though I'm not much of a leader, really... I jus' charge up ta things 'n' hit 'em really 'ard."
Galfrey is taken aback by this display from Belledonna she flinches away slightly from the embrace but returns it after a moment. The entire table stands and hands go for swords as Belle shoots forward to grab Galfrey's arms. But the tension fades as suddenly as it appeared as Galfrey erupts in a peal of laughter.
You Kellids and your strange ways. I have been surrounded by you my entire life and yet you still surprise me. Yes, I have indeed ruled for a long time, and now I feel that the forces of Light have finally a chance at defeating the Witch Vorlesh and pushing back the demonic tide.
to Victrix she responds
I have one hundred Paladins of Iomedae, trained to fight on both horse and on foot. Unless you have other plans?
To Brighton I do not think that the Inheritor actually made the Sword of Valor, It is the banner she carried during the Shining Crusade against the Whispering Tyrant. When she was mortal.
Silent to this point, though definitely respectful of the Queen's presence among them, Barundar steps forward at the mention of his name.
"And ah pledge mah hammer tae dae whit ah kin tae leid ony men ye see fit tae trust me wi'. One mair thing ah think worth mentioning tae ye, Queen Galfrey...my hammer itself, actually. It's na ordinar weapon. This wis wance Yaniel's blade. Whin ah leid haun oan it it transformed intae a golden hammer wi' Torag's hammer emblazoned oan it, bit thare is na doubt that this weapon was...is...Radiance."
"E matau ana te matomato. E rongo ana i te matomato. Ko te karanga matomato." Belledonna whispers, her eyes shining, as the others begin planning this small campaign.
Victrix bites her lip and rests her chin on her hand in thought. On the one hand, Queen Galfrey's force likely had much needed experience battling the demons of the Worldwound. Still, this was a chance for their people to shine...
"We've got a force o' rangers 'n' warriors ready ta go... it's a difficult decision ta make. I mean, this is our 'omeland we're talkin' about 'ere, even if yehr men are more experienced in foightin' demons 'n' their ilk." She muses aloud.
Galfrey nods at Victrix I understand...it is my wish that we begin the campaign to retake Drezen in the next few days, before the demons have a chance to recover from their defeat at the Wardstones.
to Barundar, Galfrey says Your oaths mean honor me Sir Barundar. If you rescued Yaniel's blade from the demons, and it changed to suit your needs, then who am I to interfere. I DO recognize the weapon, who could not with its golden hue. she pauses and then says The Forgefather's influence here has been felt and noticed. Torag blesses your party.
The memory of Torag's hammer on the forge, timed to his own heartbeat, rushes back to Barundar, and for a moment the dwarf seems as if he may get emotional about the mention of the Forgefather. But only for a moment. He steels himself, sucking in a breath and straightening his back, nodding once at the Queen's encouragement.
Brighton nods. "Father Torag shall make ours an anvil on which the demons shall bend and break under our hammers."
Konny just listens to the conversation.
"Oh, don't get me wrong, Yehr Majesty: I've no objection ta leadin' yehr knoights inta battle. I'm open ta either o' our forces leadin' the charge." Victrix nods.
She turns to the rest of the party. "What do the rest o' yeh think?"
The Queen is obviously pleased with how your meeting turned out. She says I know not all of you have sworn the oaths of a Crusader and I would not force you to swear upon something you do not hold to. However, if you would swear now, there are boons I would bestow upon you. she says, her eyes on the five of you.
If not, we will not begrudge your decision, we would still welcome your assistance in combating the Demonic Hordes and retaking Drezen. I suggest you leave on the morrow, your army awaits.
Victrix listens to Queen Galfrey's words, especially to those regarding the swearing of an oath. It makes her face turn serious.
"Queen Galfrey..." Victrix steps before the entire room, her eyes never leaving the Queen's. "Yeh've fought against the demonic 'ordes for yehr entoire reign, an' not a single person 'ere can doubt that. I imagine yeh foight loike yeh've been touched by the Inheritor 'erself, an' every man 'n' woman 'ere would leap ta yehr side in a heartbeat."
"But I've seen 'ow easily yehr oaths can be forgotten in the face o' utter despair. I've seen men turn their backs on their own, intent on joinin' tha 'winning' side. I've seen good women driven ta nearly murder innocents, desperate fer any edge they can get ta foight against the demons. So I cannot, in good conscience swear the oath yeh ask o' me."
She draws her blade.
"Instead, I shall swear one o' my own."
She violently stabs it into the floor of the room, bowing her head. Her next words are recited with a clear, confident voice... one laden with determination and passion. Even her usual accent is absent from it.
"The demons of the Abyss have invaded our home, taken our lives, shattered our families, and defiled our sacred land. Every drop of blood spilled here has done nothing but feed their power, their triumph. Every Kellid man, woman and child has been touched by the legions of the damned, and no one who fights them can walk away unscathed."
She raises her head.
"This was a mistake, not a victory. For too long has our home been the breeding ground of doom, evil and deceit. They have taken everything from us. Now is the time to take it back."
Snow appears to be falling around her as she continues.
"Every drop of mortal blood spilled upon these lands shall be repaid a hundredfold. For every warrior who falls in this war, a hundred demons shall die. For every city lost, a hundred shall be freed. For every one of our gods banished, a hundred of their host shall die forever."
Her eyes shine. Shine with power.
"Before the eyes of Pulura, the Green, and the faiths of Sarkoris do I swear this oath. So long as I draw breath, the armies of the Abyss shall be crushed under my heel. Our land will. Be. Free."
She tears her blade free from the floor.
"Mahara Sarkoris."
With a flourish, she sheathes her sword. The snow stops falling.
Her oath is sworn.
Brighton looks taken aback by Victrix's oath. He shakes his head ruefully at himself. "Quee Galfrey, while not so eloquent as Victrix here, I swear by all the tongs and hammers of the Forge Father to do this in all power that is within me."
The entire group of Medevian Crusaders is awed by the Oath that Victrix Bloodmane swore...it will become the topic of hushed whispers and awe in the near future.
Queen Galfrey gestures to three of her retainers and they stand, Galfrey introduces them
We're sending three specialists with you. Aron Kir was a cleric of Shelyn here in Kenabres before the temple was destroyed-he can help with healing as needed, but he's also quite knowledgeable about demons and their tactics. Sosiel Vaenic is an expert on siege tactics, traps, infiltration, scouting, and the like; he's where you'll be getting your map of the Citadel, incidentally. And lastly, there's Nurah Dendiwhar. She'll be supporting you with her bardic magic, but she's also an expert on the region and knows more about Drezen than anyone in Kenabres at this point, I'll wager. I'm also going to be sending an army of crusaders with you. There's only a hundred of them, but they're all devout paladins of
Iomedae. It's not a large army, but you'll be able to move without attracting attention. Trust me, that's an advantage when it comes to demonic foes. They hit hard, so it's best not to give them the opportunity.
The three specialists stand and introduce themselves, giving slight bows of respect.
Konny stares at Victrix with his mouth wide open.
Then, almost as an afterthought, he adds his oath. "While I am not a Sarkorian, I do swear to do everything in my power to free that land from demon taint." He raises Biggie to show where his power lies.
...
"Nice meeting you. looking forward to our cooperation." he says when the specialists are introduced.
Victrix looks over the specialists, nodding.
"A pleasure."
Queen Galfrey asks Are there any questions for me? Otherwise I will retire for the evening, it has been twelve days of hard riding and fighting, I'd like a bath and an evening to relax before heading South.
The others in the room begin to rise.
Barundar remains silent for the remainder of the encounter with the Queen, aside from bidding her a good night as she prepares to leave. He exchanges brief pleasantries with the other specialists in the room, but he also seems to regard them with a mistrustful eye, as well.
He has no words of encouragement for the Crusaders there...not yet, at least. Anything he might say would certainly pale in comparison to the pledge made by Victrix and if he is going to get any inspiration into those under his command, he had best do it when time had muddled the memory of her oath, even if a little. Certainly it would not have had time to grow to legend by the time they move out, anyway. That sort of thing took years...or so was his thinking.
As far as the gruff dwarf was concerned, the time for speeches would be before the battles that were surely coming. Already he was reviewing in his mind what he knew of tactics and formations, deployment strategies and any other knowledge he had of the way armies fought. He only hoped they proved as effective at leading all these warriors into battle as they had been in their personal efforts thus far.
With no questions Galfrey and her retinue leave.
Irabeth and her wife Anevia approach the party We have decided that if you want our help in retaking Drezen we will come along. Anevia says and then looks to Irabeth who continues I owe Vhane...retaking Drezen will help redeem some of my lost honor from the day he slipped my grasp.
As the party turns to leave the room they hear a harumph from behind them
Horgus Gwerm stands there looking belligerent I guess you will need my resources again in taking Drezen. You heroes really should look to your business interests....it takes money to fund a Crusade. he says and then stalks out past the party.
"I 'aven't, Aravashnial. When a Kellid makes a promise, or an oath, she bloody well keeps it." Victrix nods at the blind elf mage. "If yeh intend ta follow me, I'll not turn yeh away."
The mention of Irabeth and Anevia coming with them makes her arch an eyebrow. "Yeh sure yehr leg's up fer it, Anevia?" She looks at the woman's leg.
"And yehr resources, as yeh put it, 'Orgus, would be very much needed if we're ta succeed 'ere." Victrix addresses Horgus, running a hand through her red hair.
The next morning the party sets off with all of the NPC's including
Horgus Gwerm, Anevia and Irabeth, Nurah, Aron, Lann and Sosiel, Aravashnial waits in Kenebres for his eyes to be fixed.
Also accompanying the Heroes of the Garrison are two hundred battle hardened veteran demon slayers. 100 Paladins of Mendev, 50 Mongrelmen Rangers, and 50 Kellids following Victrix and Belledonna.
The large group marches an entire day before stopping at the burnt ruins of a town called Valas's Gift. Once one of Kenabres's primary sources of food and grain, Valas's Gift has been destroyed by demons, and its citizens have scattered into the surrounding hinterlands.
The army rests for one night before resuming its march north along the Sellen River. One day passes with no major events, with the exception of some odd thunderstorms in which lightning blasts create no thunder and the lightning is black and purple, not white. After a miserable night ins the pouring rain the army begins its march again.
The army travels north once again, Anevia and Aron as well as Lann and his rangers scout ahead, assisting the Army in making good time north along the Sellen river towards a natural ford, Vilareth Ford. Vilareth Ford is the northernmost cros sing point on the West Sellen-few settlements and no fords or bridges exist farther north from here on the Mendev side of the river. Named for the crusader general who first held the ford against a host of tiefling cultists eager to use it as an invasion point, Vilareth Ford has long been watched over by a small contingent of crusaders.
Lann and Aron return to the army breathless! A large force of tieflings and demons guards the Ford! It looks as if there was a battle, and the Crusaders stationed here were slaughtered recently.
Anevia and Irabeth return from their scouting and report We could easily use the terrain to our advantage and flank them. The Ford is surrounded on two sides by high ground and cover.
LG Medium(100) army of humans (paladin 4)
hp 16
DV 18; OM +8 ranged
Tactics expert flankers, standard, withdraw
Resources improved armor, improved weapons (mwk cold
iron), mounts, ranged weapons (longbows)
Special aura of courage, channel positive energy, divine health,
lay on hands, mercy, smite evil, spellcasting
Speed 3; Morale +1; Consumption 5
LG Small(50) army of Mongrelmen (Ranger 4)
hp 5
DV 12; OM +3 (+4)ranged vs demons +4 (+5)
Tactics Sniper Support, Hit and Run, Live off the Land
Resources: improved armor, improved weapons (mwk cold iron), ranged weapons (MWK longbows)
Special: Animal Companion, Combat Style(Ranged), Favored Enemy (Demon), Favored Terrain, Track
Speed 2; Morale +2; Consumption 3
CN Small(50) army of Kellids (Barbarian 4)
hp 5
DV 8; OM +6
Tactics:Relentless Brutality, Spellbreaker, Merciless
Resources: improved armor, improved weapons (mwk cold iron)
Special: Rage, Powerful Charge
Speed 4; Morale +2; Consumption 3
Each NPC gives a bonus to whatever unit he is attached to
Sosiel Vaenic: Despite the fact that he's a worshiper of Shelyn
rather than lomedae, his faith and inspiring attitude
grants the army a +1 bonus to its morale
Aron Kir: His skill at tactics grants the army a +1 bonus to its DV
Nurah Dendiwhar: Her skill at bolstering courage and lightening
spirits grants the army a +1 bonus to its OM
Anevia Tirabade: She scouts a short distance ahead of the
army, and before any battle begins, she gives reports that
allows the PCs' army to always gain battlefield advantage,
increasing its OM and DC by 2.
Irabeth Tirabade: She can command the army-if
she does so, she grants the Bloodied but Unbroken boon to
the army
"If they'll have high ground and cover to their advantage, I would put the Mongrelmen there. The range of their bows will mean they can remain closer to the cover and the higher ground will give them a better vantage point from which to target our enemies."
"So the show begins." Konny says. "I have never been a part of this large an engagement. If you have a task for me, I will do it, but I am afraid I cannot help much with the planning stage."