Sul 2nd day Therendor 3:48 in the afternoon MACSDF Entry 1
The sun has come up and moved past midday, but the clouds block out the light so much I have not noticed the change. I feel as if I have been awake for 5 days. I finally get a moment to recount these evenings’ activities. I am tired and exhausted, but more is to come I am sure; anything for the defense of my fair city. The following I write here incase no one should survive, that someone will know that good people of Stormreach fought and some will surely die before this is over…..here goes:
A typical evening in the Phoenix Tavern for the Mature Adventure’s Club….. Kinkaide(AKA Woodspider) was busy using flash paper to impress some serving wench with his “magic”; Zaniith was busy sulking in the corner after loosing his 5th straight roll of dice to me. Ceco had passed out; he really can not hold his ale you know. Anstrum and various other MACsters were singing and dancing to “Come Sail Away, the Dwarven remix” in the tavern brawl area The (in)famous Dane was trying to negotiate with a woman of negotiable affections…..over all a pretty normal, if not serine Sar night.
The tavern door burst open and Dktr comes charging through with a chill, scents of fire and smoke surrounding him. “Bar Keep!! Me needs Dwarven spirits make it a double EXTRA tall….Be quick about it!” Dktr slammed home his “medication” as the rest of MAC gathered about him, in query. Dktr a devote cleric who rarely has a libation downing a DOUBLE had us all concerned….
“Shavarth comes!” Dktr exclaimed loudly, so loud other patrons begin to circle about our (not so)merry band. At Dktr’s exclamation Dane was finally aware of something besides his negotiating and looks up. “Shavarath!?!” Dane exclaimed. “We just killed that pit fiend guy last night before we all got pudding. What is Shavarath doing back?” Without a word the newly formed (As in 30 seconds old) MAC: Stormreach Defense Force put on their air raid styled helmets and went out to work….
Between the Market tent and House Deneith a vile portal of Shavarth spawned. As MACSDF gathered about, the conversation turned grim. The red swirling portal of doom loomed right before us! As our guild leader Featherstone came upon the portal he exclaimed, “The market neighborhood has certainly gotten bad of late….homeless shifty derelicts hanging about, but this certainly takes the Djinn cake!” Some other onlookers looked at Dane in his full Bardish regalia: “Who are you?” “It doesn’t take a Kalashtar to know that I am General Dane Mcardy of the MACSDF; at your service”, Dane answered with an overly flamboyant bow. General Dane turned to the assembled masses and barked the following orders: “Take up positions on the rooftops. You two go scout about the city for more portals, and will you, yea you in the tall hat, go splash Ceco with some water and wake that drunk up! I swear Astargras get some DAMN clothes. No one wants to see a male nekkid dwarf! Hey you! Yes you kid. Go get me some pudding, AND WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME IF THIS BRIGADINE CLASHES WITH MY EYE COLOR!”
A tense 5 minutes ensued where Kinkaide mentioned he may have wet himself…..Out spawns one, two and THREE spawns of Shavarath. One, Two, and Three they all fall….
We spent the rest of the night on guard duty. Since the first spawn the Devils have hit us twice more……Once at 9 this morning and once again at 1 this afternoon. The citizens of Stormreach have poured into the market in support. We can hold one portal. Can we hold all the portals off? This night will surely test us. The sky darkens and with it so does my soul…I feel it coming….
Sul 2nd day Therendor 5:30 in the evening Entry 2
The Devils just hit Stormreach again, this time they attempted to kill Recurve our trusted Ranger trainer. MACSDF was on hand to end the devils existence, but not before we captured them and questioned them……we got no new info from them but we did parade our prisoners about the city for people to throw old fruit and vegetables at them. General Dane McArdy did receive a minor wound to his right pinkie finger. He was treated by the healers of House Jorasco and is expected to make a full recovery. We are stressed but we are holding the line....hope I see morning.
Sul 2nd day Therendor 9:25 in the evening Entry 3
The latest of Devil scouts of Shavarath entered the city near the Spirit Gate. This time MACSDF quickly captured said devil scouting party and paraded our POW’s about the market, in an effort to show the people that the danger is very real. Coinlords and their puppet spokespersons can not deny the evidence that we provided this eve… all is not well in the city. I hope our efforts help show them all the threat is real!
The parade of prisoner’s turned quite hostile as more and more of the citizens of Stormreach came to the realization that we are really in dire circumstances. I only hope that the 12 can provide answers…..
The citizens of Stormreach demanded blood and the MACSDF turned over the captives to the angry riotous mob, right before the gates of the harbor. Bellwether Bill survived the assault, thankfully. The unruly mob in its lust for blood decapitated MACSDF member Private Loke. House Jorasco healers are now working to fix him up, but seem to be shy thread and needles…..our prayers go with our fallen hero. As the evening goes on I pray that the people of Stormreach unite together, but if the last mob was any indication, this invasion may reveal the dark side in all of us. Will we survive this evening…..
Sul 2nd day Therendor 9:47 evening Entry 4
Vehee F'nord of the 12 brought into existence his tower from the Twelve above the Market area. There was a short fight with more devils who were quickly dispatched. Vehee had nothing really to say but he needs more study of the runes. Go figure! We need action not book learning..... Sergent Dolphina of the MACSDF was first to reach the tower and received for his efforts 300 Tasty hams, 2 internal Titan wands, and a Syberys scepter (+1 umd). More spawns ....bats everywhere...devils.....orat...................... ...../gasp the fight is upon us! rise Stormreach rise and fight! MACSDF to arms!!!
"Vorpalllllllll !!!11!!!11", General Dane McArdy squeals as he dispatches another devil.
Sul 2nd day Therendor 11:28 late evening Entry 5
We have been battling the Devils nonstop since the tower of the twelve has appeared......I have been wounded during tonight's action and have been carried to House Jorasco to be put on the mend. I am amazed at the healers here. I hear the sound of battle waining in the market. Cheers are erupting off in the distance. Sounds like the people of Stormreach have carried the day.
The hordes seem to be growing in hostility and number. Wave after endless wave. Each time we beat them back, but each time another hero falls....Supplies and troops will be needed before this is over. Sleep well Stormreach we will need you all again when the Devil's invade.
Mol 3rd day Therendor 1:15 early morning Entry 6 Submiting MACSDF member: Secretary of Stormreach Defense Zaniith aka cyc0tic
With most of the day watch in their bunks the more skillful and stealthy group took over the watch. After combing over the new tower and magical path leading there we took to the streets on guard. All seemed quiet after the last attacks until the alarm went up around 1 in the morning. Our members were few at this early hour but we banded together and fought off yet another incursion. The ranger Ghaldar, the rogue Drever, and the cleric Teradawn engaged 4 devils that spawned out of a portal on a city street. 3 devils were quickly paralyzed and dispatched. The 4th one teleported away and had to be tracked down and dealt with. After the threat was over a quick survey showed no casualties or property damage.
Mol 3rd day Therendor 10:37 night Entry 7 City undersiege
There were sporadic reports of devils seen in Stormreach through out the day. The devils met their end, dispatched by the city militia. “The militia has it uses.” General McArdy has been telling us over and over……finally they do something more than shine the good General’s armor.
As has become almost a custom for the MACSDF, we gathered around our new penthouse. Much discussion, with very little answers…….the swirling sky opened up a HUGE portal. Something like I have only wished upon my neighbors appeared. The stench, the sounds of coming battle, the absolute horror. Devils attacked this eve like the previous day. This time it was not scouting parties but organized skirmishers. They attacked in larger numbers with better coordination then last night. Elements of the elite shock troops led scouting forces and harassed our supply lines near the auction house. They pressed the attack, many fell, and the militia folded and bid a retreat all about us. Secretary of Stormreach Defense Zaniith called for a strategic withdraw to the area around the Phoenix Tavern. “Run away!!!” Was the order as minstrels sang “Brave Sir Bowvine ran away ran away Brave! Brave! Brave! Sir Bowvine…..”
Ribcrusher lay incapacitated on the bridge as we crossed towards the bank. We had elements of the devil forward patrols in front of us. We cut through them just in time to face the forces pursuing us. The devils pressed their advantage and caught our forces right as we reached the market bank. Caught in the open many a MACSDF fell on the bridge. The devils teleported in and struck first our clerics and healers as they where positioned in the rear with the gear, leaving many others to be cut down with no chance of healing touch to save them. Smart move on their part, yet another example of more organized tactics. Fresh troops arrived in mass from all over Stormreach. Many brave guilds joined with us in our defense efforts. We continued the fight as we backed into the Phoenix tavern where we made our last stand. We carried the night, but the cost was very high. MACSDF reports casualties as follows:
Dead or mostly dead:
Ghaldar, Dane, Zaniith, Dktr, Drkill, Rachh, Kinkaide, RoboGoat, Mordaki, Bowvine, Keybosh,
Kallygar, Sherridan, Featherstone, Dregmor
Still Singing Sail Away, Sail Away, Dwarven remix:
House Jorasco healers have been able to raise all that had died, as well as healed those who were wounded. Astargras still has no shield. His last one being eaten due to his shield bashing of rust monsters, in Rainbow.
Marquise de Kinkaide has discovered through his magical training that the new elite devil shock troops are immune to charm effect spells and such. Be warned casters.
Tonight, we fought them off. We saved Stormreach for one more day. We must unite as a city or we shall succumb to this invasion.
Zol 4th Day of Therendor 12:01 Midday Entry 8
Food stores are beginning to become depleted. Shipments from outlying areas have ceased to arrive. What ever Coin Lords and city government bureaucrats that still infest the city have imposed higher taxes and demand bribes to gain access to food stores. Those rats have even used the city militia to “liberate” all food stores for, in their words, “the people”. The stink of their corruption seems to feed the massive whirlpool of hate that hovers above our fair city. They will bleed this city dry of coin and hop the last ship from the harbor, mark my words.
We have settled into a pretty regular routine. Fight sporadic devil incursions throughout the day. Calm civil unrest between battles. Some pray for intervention, others seek the comforts only a bottle of House Ghallanda Private Reserve YK 899 can provide. You got to say one thing about the Coin Lords. They do have an excellent taste in vintages. MACSDF scroungers have come across some “not so” guarded warehouses of some minor Coin Lords. Food “donated” from these stores has helped feed some people. The dragon marked houses, having there own methods for survival, have donated what they can to help the general populous of the market. Over all, everyone is tightening their belts and plowing forward. Pudding supplies are dangerously low.
Zol 4th day of Therendor 10:52 Night Entry 9
General Dane and his aides de comp gathered atop the penthouse for a view of the battle field. While elements of the 83rd, 245th and 1st brigades stood fast behind a barricade wall near the market bank bridge. No matter how hard the clean up battalion worked on the white marble of the bridge, they just could not get the stains and remnants of gore removed from the previous nights slaughter. The feeling of dread crept through the market. The sounds of battle could be heard emanating from the portal above us. Not a soul dared breathe as the time drew closer to the known attack.
Featherstone’s Longstriders where dispatched throughout the market as a recon force. This platoon sized element was made up of rangers and our sneakiest rogues. Minute after dreadfull minute passed….nothing. Nurse Rachh spoke a little too loudly: “Well they chickened out, those wimps!” His comments spread across the market like fire. The market erupted in cheering and many taunted the portal…….
A signal arrow flew up over the market tent, signifying danger. The cheers and taunts turned to gasps….the devils did not come back this eve, but they did torture the city. The portal loomed back at us and grew in size, strong forces began to uptake anything light weight into the portal, first some leaves, then a bird, and finally the whole tent began to waiver. My poor dog, was sucked up into the air. I hope he prepares the Landing Zone in Shavarath…….we all going there soon it seems.
Every able body was dispatched through out the harbor and “acquisitioned” every piece of rigging that could be found. We even took the tie lines from the Harbor Master’s yacht, which promptly floated out into the harbor and ran aground near the light house. Pity, I enjoyed the yacht parties on his yacht whenever he was out of town.
The people of Stormreach worked feverishly to attach lines and tie down what we could all about the city. There were no battles fought this eve with blades, but somehow I think this was much worse. The troops and people are exhausted, pushed to the brink. Moral is so low….someone was quoted as saying “Moral?, what’s that?”. We are holding on by a string. No pun intended. I hope tomorrow brings good news, or at least a discovery of a hidden stash of pudding. The General will loose his mind, well what is left of it, if he does not get his daily pudding.