Thunderhead Keep

The Deldrimor Dwarves are in trouble.  Everyone is in trouble these days, but they are the only ones who can transport us to the fire island so we must get their fortress back.  The White mantle, along with their mursaat, have broken the gates and overrun the sacred place.  King Jalis is in a temper, red with rage at the befouling of his beloved keep.

We run him up the mountain, shreading hostile dwarf flesh along the way.  We reach a small citadel created for those who man the keep and it is overrun with the Summit and with the Mantle.  We clear them out slowly turning the soil red and we come upon the gate the keep.  Jalis moves us aside and he prepares, aiming his massive warhammer surely, and then he swing.  The force from the little man is so that the wooden gate splinters and flies open leaving the mantle behind it stunned and unmoving.  I am not one to waste an advantage, and we destroy them all.  

We get Jalis to the head of the keep, and we overlook fields of Mursaat, Mantle and Trolls.  I light the enchanted beacons to signify we've taken hold of the keep, and hearten the men when the Vizier appears to us in the magical flame.  He congratulates us on our progress so far, and reminds us we are to go to the ring of fire islands.  First, we must withstand the battle coming for the keep, and Confessor Dorian is among them.  Jalis jumps for the honour of killing him.  Vizier Khilbran wants to help us, and he sends us an army of undead to be our soldiers while we defend the dwarf King.

The waves come, and the waves fall.  Foe after foe, general after general.  It is a hard battle, but we remain standing.  Confessor Dorian arrives, protected by a swarm of mantle men, but even he is mortal, though he may not have thought so anymore, and there he lay before Jalis. 

"Make Haste for the Fire Islands" repeats the Vizier.  "That is where the prophecy will unfold, that is where you will save the world"

 Cynn, Devona, Mhenlo, Eve, and Aiden join my party, along with the familiar faces of Lena and Little Thom. Prepare for the end of the world.  Atleast it'll be warm there.