I arrived in Surmia with little trouble. Just some hostile grawl which weren't a problem. Captain Miken greets me at the gate and briefs me on the mission. I am to meet the Prince inside, there we will fight together to the prisoner camps and free our people. Once freed they will return to the gate, as we have cleared the way. Sounds easy, assuredly it will not be. We meet the Prince immediately and he puts me in lead. It is an honour for me. Perhaps another promotion will come. I get a chance atleast to take out my new smiting rod for a spin.
We are swarmed by mobs of devourers. Where did they all come from? I see a mother devourer and my question is answered. They have set up camp and spawned on the steps of Surmia. Sohothin, the princes great fire sword, an Orrion relic whos sister sword is owned by his father, cuts through them like it would a moa breast fillet.
Then come the charr. The vision of the charr throws Rurik in a rage. He screams at them, how he will dance on their corpses. We reach the first gate, it is protected by Fling Bloodpelt. A ranger boss. He is no match for the great Prince, and his great Sohothin. The second prison protected by Scaar Sternclaw, a monk. We are quickly outnumbered by healers. I have an ace up my sleeve. I pop the stone I recieved long ago, before the searing. It still works. We free the next set of prisoners, but there are more. We head to the third jail, and guarding it was a devourer. If the charr and devourers are working together we are indeed in trouble.
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| Erol and Rurik |
Within the third jail we find Erol. A flaming scepter mage. He tells the Prince that there are more captives. The remainder of his unit are in Drascir. To Drascir we go. It will be nightfall soon, but we agree with Rurik that they must not be left there. They have been imprisoned for over two years. We arrive at the gate, but the drawbridge is raised. We must lower it, but in order to do so Rurik and Erol must wait at the other side of the chasm, while we trip the lever from the other side.
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| the Flame Altar |
On the way we find Breena Stavinson. She warns us of the flame legion. They march to the Flame corridor to light the effigy in praise. A small detour will not hurt. We decide to follow the torch bearers, we will dampen their resolve. As soon as they foolishly open the gate to their place of worship we kill them, then we kill all their priests. It is oddly unsatisfying.
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| Victory. |
With that we must return to our task at hand. We make our way to the lever across the chasm and open the path for our Prince. He leads us to Drascir and we find the mages are not captive as we thought, but sealed in safely withstanding the attacks. Given courage by the site of Rurik they abandon their safe haven and take thier positions on the flaming mage podiums. We are greeted with waves of charr, and we lay down waves of corpses. We have won this day, but victory is short as a mob that outnumbers us greatly approaches. we run to the mages safehold, and Rurik summons a magical doorway. I knew not he had this power, it leaves me in awe. Before we jump in to the portal, he is called by Erol. We have the mouthpiece for Stormcaller. This could be our salvation. Atlast. I hope we are not too late.
