Spread your wings

It was time. The messenger had arrived.
He got up and took a look around. The walls that were his prison for so long! He smiled.
It was the Day of Suffering in Abriymoch. Belial and Fierna would be distracted while the celebrations lasted. But they had to be cautious. A gate too close to the center of Phlegethos would surely be noticed. The archduke could feel gates within his realm. A second gate was a clever idea. Perhaps he had underestimated his new ally.
All the guards on duty were loyal to him. They were waiting. Time to go.

Flying low over the rivers of fire he looked back at the city which was illuminated by the red light of magma. By the 9 levels of Baator, he will be back when he regained his strength.
Flying on, he looked at Thereanthor. His new partner had told him about the problems waiting at their destination. He had to smile again. Soon they would stop to underestimate his powers! As if a few mortals could stop him....

The Alone Ranger

Standing by himself and trembling slightly in the cold morning air, Mendez examines the Elven arrows. He can’t shake the feeling that he’s been caught up in the middle of something bigger than he is…
Again!
At least with the Elves, Ogres and Orcs he knows what he’s facing.
What exactly is lurking under those black cloaks?
What exactly is hidden behind the shimmering portal?
Why on Fissa is he still helping them?
His friends seem oblivious to the danger all around them.
Would it be wrong to sneak off by himself back down the mountain?

New Banner: The shark has no chance!

Our esteemed DM is away but we have a little treat for you.

Eolar catches up with that wiley slippery fellow that used to hang around with our little group of adventurers: Telfis! An where do they find themselves? Swimming with the sharks. Eolar had better pray that Telfis can flank the beast and backstab it before it bites their heads off!

A few XP before the storm

Well, pretty close for some! I can see another levelling wave rolling towards us!

Eolar: Level 15: 117950 xp - Hunting down some guerrillas
Mendez: Level 15:117123 xp - Happy because he found elven arrows
Bodush: Level 14: 91150 xp - LEVEL UP! Sorcerer vs Mage: 1:0
Wer: Level 13: 90473 xp - If only killing a cup of coffee would give 527XP...
Chen: Level 13: 89243 xp - Can't see his own fists anymore while hitting elven faces
Thesis: Level 13(15): 88419 xp - is there, no there, ah, there.
Elogyn: Level 12: 77999 xp - Doesn't consider Eolar's charisma high enough to level herself
Durin: Level 12: 76590 xp - Finally met some giants

(DM background info: Eolar has a leadership score of 18 for both cohort and followers, so Elogyn can't reach level 13 and 40 people decided to join Eolar's monastery)

Mendez Quivers in the Morning Air

Looking down at the empty quiver in his hand, Mendez is pleased that they managed to kill two of the Elves.
Not for the senseless waste of life, but for the acquisition of the Elven quiver and arrows.
Mendez gratefully gathers them all up and puts them safely in his backpack.

New Banner: Elves and Ogres

All got a little confusing last time out. We appear to be enemies with just about everyone except the Black-Cloaks and have the feeling that we may have got this entirely upside down!

In any case, just as before with the 50 x10th level Orcs, 4 Ogre Barbarians and an invisible Ogre Mage proved to be a small distraction for our awesome party. As were the 4 stealthy, skirmishing, 15th level uber scout elves.

But worryingly there is still the Orc army of 500 supported by druids and ogres and ....... the PRISMATIC WALL !!!!

X for Breakfast

In the brightening morning light, Mendez strolls around the huge bodies of the dead Ogres. They're barely better than Orcs in his opinion and the world of Fissa’s better off without them. Especially their Ogre mage leader.
The two dead Elves bother him though. While it’s true that they attacked first; he can’t really fault them for it. His friends are guarding the Black cloaks who, Mendez feels in his bones to be evil.
The ‘mission’ is pretty much finished, but something’s still nagging at him and he itches to finish what the Elves started.
If only they’d spoken when given the chance.