Allies seek aid, IC brief for max 1500 11th Feb. Options

[isbiraven]

The dimly lit halls of the Earthsunder Clan echoed with the distant sounds of clanging metal and hushed whispers. Stone walls, adorned with intricate runes and symbols, stood as silent witnesses to the centuries of history that unfolded within their confines. But on this particular day, the tranquillity was shattered by the furious entrance of David, a werewolf of the Earthsunder Clan and member of the Silver Paw pack.

His eyes burned with an intense flame, a mixture of fury and desperation.
His breaths were heavy, a tangible aura of anger surrounding him as he stormed through the halls. The news he bore was etched across his face, eternally etched by the pain of loss and betrayal.
The Silver Paw, guardians of ancient secrets and protectors of the great northern forests, had fallen victim to a ruthless attack.

David approached the centre of the hall, where members of the Soulforger and Earthsunder were gathered. His voice echoed through the stone chambers; each word laced with the bitterness of sorrow.

"We've been betrayed!" he roared, his voice reverberating off the walls.

"The Duergar have struck, seeking to weaken us. My brethren have suffered heavy casualties, and Silver Paw lies wounded, his condition worsening with each passing moment."

A collective gasp swept through the assembled Dwarves, their eyes widening in disbelief and anger. The news of an attack on their closest allies in the north struck a chord deep within their souls, awakening a primal instinct to defend and retaliate.

"Silver Paw needs our help," David continued, his fists clenched in frustration.
"I've discovered a back route into the Duergar’s new fort. They believe it to be impenetrable, but we know better. We are the Earthsunder, the guardians of these lands, and we will not yield to these treacherous foes."

The Soulforger, renowned for their unbending determination, exchanged glances. The Earthsunder warriors, adorned in ancient armour and bearing symbols of power, tightened their grips on weapons of old. The call to arms resonated through the halls, stirring the very essence of their beings.

"We will be ready to assist your endeavour after the next full moon, many of the Pack will need the moon's aid to heal before another battle" David declared, his voice trembling with anger still.

"For Silver Paw I ask that we unearth the truth of what has been done to him so we may cure his ailments and obliterate those who dared to defile our people in their home."

"For those who wish to help us, meet me at the storm shack west of the Silver Paw glade on the 11th morning of Februar."

David turned and rushed from the halls as quickly as he entered, stooping and changing to his four-legged form as he sped back to rejoin his pack.


OOC:
Time in will be 10am in the Hiring hall which will be a storm shack in the great northern forest.

[Orlock]

Emdar Deepfinder, Paladin of the Soul Forger broodily puts down his half drunken ale and spits on the floor 'Duergar... time to go on the hunt again...'

He picks up his sword and shield and confidently walks to the Smithy to knock out the dents once more while uttering a prayer to the Soul Forger.

[isbiraven]

In the shadowed realm where vengeance weaves its bitter tapestry, Hulgron Madboot sought a formidable stage to unleash the echoes of his ire upon the Earthsunder Clan, retribution long overdue for the relentless persecution of his kin.

As the silver moon cast its ethereal glow upon the realm, the Silver Paw werewolves found themselves thrust into the maw of conflict, their alpha, bore the brunt of Hulgron's malevolent assault, as their leader was taken away and hidden as his wounds were many.

In response, the Earthsunder clan rallied, their resolve forged in the fires of duty and honor. United with allies from distant lands, they formed a fellowship bound by blood and purpose, their names etched in the annals of legend:

• Gavalar Earthsunder, Thane of the clan,
• Emdar Deepfinder, servant of the Soul Forger,
• Sybil, enigmatic and veiled in mystery,
• Lea, whose courage knew no bounds,
• Jaern Morningtide, champion of righteousness,
• Osric, Seer of the Earthsunder's fate,
• Stoney MacStoneface, stalwart and unyielding,
• Thalia, mistress of arcane secrets,
• And Winter's Flame, a beacon of valor in the darkness.

Together, they ventured forth, vanishing into the depths of the ancient forests, their path obscured by the echoes of their pursuit of a wounded Goblinoid creature.

As the morning air grew still around the fort, the tranquility was shattered by the haunting howls of countless wolves, and those sharing their lupine essence soared into the heavens, a savage onslaught that rent the silence asunder. Tooth and claw clashed against steel and stone in a dance of primal fury, testing the mettle of even the most seasoned warriors.

The battle unfolded for hours, an unrelenting symphony of chaos, until the hardy defenders of the pack began to succumb, including one David Luckbringer, kin of the Earthsunder Clan. Victory eluded the Silver Paws as the beleaguered fort managed to push back. Defeated by the very Deurgar who had assailed their leader, the pack retreated in defeat.

Silence draped across the landscape like a funeral shroud, and the once-manned fort stood deserted.

The Duergar forces were unseen in their dispersal.

Then, from the ethereal nowhere, a potent wave of Psychic energy cascaded over the territory.
In its wake, every man, woman, and child in the scattered villages surrounding the forest crumpled to the earth.
Almost a third of the Silver Paws, seemingly untouched, succumbed without visible injury.

Hulgron Madboots' vengeance materialized in a macabre order.

The inaugural strike of his sanguinary campaign had been dealt, its reverberations destined to echo through the annals of time, haunting the hearts of many for generations to come.

OOC:
If you would like to follow up on this story, let me know and I will begin to write the next installment.