SKT: Session 4: Ear Seeker's

General Summary

Chapter the 4th: The Stand Upon the Walls

The dawn's light had barely crested the horizon when the warhorns of the Orc horde shattered the morning calm. From the tree line, they came—brutes clad in scavenged iron, their necklaces strung with the ears of fallen elves. Their leader, a mountain of muscle and malice, gave the command, and the tide surged forward.   The first wave threw themselves into the moat, thrashing against the water to scale the palisade. The defenders met them with spell and steel—arrows rained from above, and fire licked the air. Uvar, calling upon the Father of Storms, wove divine might into his allies, his very presence a beacon against the oncoming tide.   Then, in an act of reckless ingenuity, Madra and Thyme looped ropes around their waists, anchored them to the tower, and leapt over the edge. With feet braced against the wooden beams, they became warriors of the wind, striking out at the climbers below. Orcs fell in droves, their grasping hands slipping from the slickened walls. When gravity called the warriors back to the earth, they plunged into the waters below, where the battle raged on.   Above them, Uvar soared on wings of cloud and thunder, raining blessings upon his companions, keeping them on their feet as the orcish onslaught pressed ever harder.   But then, the tide turned. From the north came the sound of disciplined footfalls—grace where there had been only brutality. Elves, clad in the shimmering armor of the woodlands, emerged with bows drawn and swords ready. Their leader, an image of elven poise, took one look at the fleeing orcs and spoke but two words:
"You're welcome."   The battle was won, the siege broken. Nightstone still stood, and for now, at least, the party could search for its people.