Talos 20-25 500 4th Age
The group moved away from the caves and southward to be able to cross the hills. On the way back, they spied a group approaching the temple of Talos with the universal sign of truce, a blue flag. asgar recognized on of the men as Davor a half-orc Inquisitor of Cyric which the group had dealings with before.
The group moved to the town of Coalmore after leaving the hills. The group met Mathias who owned the town it seemed. The group ended up with a bad feeling about this man.
The group made it to Glascow to meet with the Magnus of Mystra and to return the skulls. The Magnus thanks the group and made mention of a special spell that lothar had used in conjunction with the skulls.
Caladrel looked passively as the orcs and his enemy Lothar, all mounted filtered into the glade. The slight rises in the ground indicated the graves of those whom gave their lives so many years ago were the only disturbances in smoothness of the grasses there. The air was cold and clear. Caladrels hair moved in the breeze that was created by the spirits. He looked to his right at his bodyguard Ethell. He was still so young to be put in this situation. He then realized that this was his birthday, three days past the solstice. How many had it been since that day. Some two hundred and sixty Solstices had come and gone since he was parted from his mother. He patted his axebeak, Lomoli, who had served him well for the many seasons. Both mounts quivered in anticipation. He looked again at Lothar. His devotion to necromancy had not served him well. His body was gaunt, looking that it had been stripped of vitality. Caladrel had remembered when he first met the human in the plains. Lothar had a shallow haunted complexion. He said that it was from his grief of having his family killed by rival gangs in Haverstan. Caladrel had doubted that was the only reason and had kept tabs on him over the years.
Lothar, mounted upon his Sachre, a horse like demon, thoroughly black in color with a horn upon its head. It pawed the ground aggressively, wanting to reach out and crush its enemies. Lothar shifted in his saddle and looked to his flanks to see where his followers were fanning out into a semi circle.
“Caldarel, I must compliement you on your plan to draw me out while some of your lackeys ransack my home. They will of course pay for the taking of the skulls which I assume was your plan.” Lothars voice echoed in the glade. “It was also clever of you to prevent my creature from taking me back to the place so that I might mete out punishment for their perfidy.”
Caldarel smiled at the comment. It was good that Tet and his friends were able to complete the mission. If he survived this, Tet will have to be told and not by a sending spell. He would tell him of things that he should be aware of. A small rock rolled along the ground disturbing his thoughts. He looked down and smiled a bit. The spirits of the dead still haunted him and he would add to the spirits today.
He looked at Ethell who had his bow drawn. “There are less than half of what they started with Caladrel, it is unfortunate that their priest has eluded my arrows but I will guarantee that he will not survive the day.” Caladrel spoke softly, “I don’t know if we will survive the day Ethell, but it has been a pleasure to have you as my Thaim.” Caladrel touched his head to Ethell and then looked up. More rocks moved about Caladrel. Caladrel felt at peace as began to urge his mount forward and made a motion and flames went up in front of the Orcs to his left flank.