Episode 43 | Pavilion of PCs | DnD Campaign | 5E | Conquest of Dovah

Fargus, Vekni, Sorin, Bharrik, Gendy, Erza, Gulren, Dolbrek, and 250 Ironbridge soldiers made their way towards the pavilion. As the group approached they observed tall stone columns, many of which were shattered, laying on their sides. They saw the ruined keep in the background, smoking slightly and utterly destroyed.

The party observed men without sigils standing guard in the area, they looked to be Asakor's mercenaries. Commonfolk, including women and children, and Ironbridge soldiers lined both sides of the pavilion, not in military formations, but as if they were spectating whatever spectacle taking place here. Keep in mind, this scene unfolded at approximately 1 in the morning, and there appeared to be hundreds . . . no, thousands of dwarves gathered in and around the pavilion and ruined keep.

A makeshift stage was set up in the rear of the pavilion. On the stage, Asakor sat on a high-backed chair, dressed more fancily than when the PCs last saw him. He wore priestly robes over shiny golden armor, and a necklace with three separate pendants hanging from it.

The party observed Brassjaw Janderjade standing next to Asakor. Brassjaw wore the splendid blue plate mail from his shop. A golden, ribbed, sword hilt protruded from his swordbelt, with no visible blade showing . . . it appeared this dwarf was armed with the sun blade.

A group of five stood in front of Asakor, taking turns shaking his hand to thank or congratulate him or something. The adventurers couldn't make the figures out from the front of the pavilion, but observed all five wore powder blue, pink, and white . . . the colors of SLAY.

As the party moved towards the rear of the pavilion, Vekni could make out the group of five visitors from Queensgrace.

-The first was a high elf. She no longer wore the rags she donned the last time Vekni saw her, but instead wore the garments of a noble, in the colors of Queensgrace. This elf . . . who Sorin recognized as his sister, Veselzelyes Teremtmeny, held a pale pink flute in-between two finger son her right hand.

-The second was a goblin. He wore the blue mages robes the adventurers saw in Asakor's shop, the Robes of Displacement, which had a SLAY sigil sewn on the back. The goblin, Sorin and Vekni's former Ally, Bliken, clumsily cradled four full-sized staves and a large scroll in his hands. These items were almost too much for this small creature to carry, yet he clutched onto them, greedily. Bliken appeared to give thanks to Asakor for his new items.

-The third was the half-elf, Rolan Hardem. He wore boiled leather armor died with the colors of Queensgrace, with the sigil of SLAY on his back. In his left arm, he held a blue shield embedded in gems, it was the Spellguard Shield the party observed in Asakor's shop. Rolan Hardem's right arm was suspended in some kind of bandaged sling, as though he was greiviously injured. Rolan's sling was really bulky. It was secured with straps and large buckles. Rolan thanked Asakor for the shield. The flesh-skinned tiefling child that stowed away on Tuskheart stood next to Rolan, practically attached to his hip.

-The fourth person stood over 6 feet tall, with a lithe muscular frame. He donned dark blue plate mail and wore a dark blue helm in the shape of a sea horse head. The sigil on his breast, was a blue seahorse . . Vekni might He wore Blue gloves bespeckled with purple explosion design. These were the Gloves of Soul Catching Vekni had been eyeing.

Asakor appeared to knight Tassel. He talked too quietly to hear until he loudly proclaimed with an echoing, booming voice, magically enhanced with the Prestitigation spell, "Now rise, ser. Rise as a fully anointed knight, good and true. Protector of ironbridge. Ascender of pinedusk peaks. The knight of the Sea!!"

-The final person was someone Vekni and Sorin met pretty recently. He was a plain looking blonde human. The man wore brown boiled leather, and carried a staff, finely made of pale wood. Christo, the man Vekni briefly trained in Epona's Bog, thanked Asakor for the staff.

Vekni had a strange feeling in her stomach about the scene unfolding before her. Fargus, who seemed confused as to what was happening, looked to Sorin and Vekni and asked them to take the lead.

The thunderstorm intensified as Fargus and Vekni discussed what to do atop their warhorses.

Asakor loudly bellowed again with the Prestitigation spell: "I did not think I had nobility in my blood, but Brassjaw found some dusty old tomes that mentioned my ancestors. Apparently, I come from a great and ancient house. A house named of the gods. Truesilver, is my TRUE name. Asakor Truesilver is the man destined to be king of Ironbridge."

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