Children of the night

"Death to the weaklings! The snake tribe shall triumph over all. Are we not the bravest, the most clever, the most daring? We planned our assault on the hated southlings in three parts, in the darkest part of the night. The Snorri twins would take command of our two giants and the main party of the assault to try first and direct assault up the side of the west wall. Yrthm would transform to an animal shape and drop a master and me on top of the magus tower to slay that small threat. Offan the trickster would wait until others were drawn off and then raise the main gate; he would control the greatest strength of ragers, ettercaps, little poison brothers, and the masters who would accompany them. Lastly, our wyvern riding little sorcerer brother would circle and support where needed. How could their pathetic forces deny us?

But somehow, they did. Somehow, the bastards were aware of us. The giant brothers were hurt before they could get the ladders up, and even thought they did damage, they were driven off too fast.

Something was happening at the front gate too; they couldn't get the portcullis up, and had to come up over the wall to get in; Offan misted through the gate and dispersed the small threat from the militia with his tricks, but could not get it open still. Our sorcerer brother crashed too early; there were strange enemies afoot, and they were mobile and wrecked the little brother before he could unleash his strongest magic.

I landed, though. My speed was furious, and the burnt man trembled at my coming. Two strokes and the mage was down. However, another rose to meet me, some man hiding behind a shield. Magics swirled from behind him, which stole my strength and forced me down. Yrthm tried to back me up, to slay these foes, but it all changed so fast. The druid was slain in two lucky hits and fell down to the bottom of the wall.

Lying... dying... we went from victors to defeated in only moments. I could hear the master below me moving through the tower. It's clear he retrieved what he came for, but it mattered not for our tribe. Something monstrous had trapped our strongest down below the main gate and they could not climb. The giants flung the Snorri brothers over, but they were too little too late. I pulled myself to the edge of the tower. I watched Offan die. The small brothers had scattered. We would not succeed this time, and our masters would not be pleased. I earned my place on our totem though, but failed."

- Yogham, Long Arm of the Long Snakes


Memorable highlights:

• Gary Glitter does some seriously good work. Zanita hides under a table.
• "Civlis, avenge me!"
• New phrase: a frivolous omelet
• Friar Gregory learns to wield the Force-kin while working under Matron
• Sergeant Gont is fun to role-play, consarn it