Session 12

Alagarthas considered his new allies from his vantage point. Watching them put down the fire elemental was inspiring. What they lack in group tactics, they easily made up for in raw strength. As they passed beneath him, entering the mountain, he wondered if he and his forces would be needed at all. His soldiers waited anxiously as the sounds of battle eventually rang out, with the call for reinforcements not coming until much later. His party's arrows found their mark every time, downing the large two headed beast along with the half orc and his companions.

As the party argued over tactics and why the Barbarian was getting hit so much, Alagarthas' attention was drawn to the western hall. No sooner had he alerted the party then a giant fire orb erupted at the end, with a old but strong voice on the other side demanding they be left alone. While some of the party went to draw their weapons, it was the wizard and the monk who chose the more diplomatic path, offering refuge to the children and women on the other side. With their warriors and husbands dead, the group of orcs were quick to agree. The elven prince sends some of his own men to escort the "refugees" to Camlorn.

Now, as the party of adventurers gather themselves, and move deeper into the dungeon, Alagarthas' can't help but admire the brute force at which they solve their problems. He spends so much time with his lofty and long winded comrades, that this is a breath of fresh air. Alagarthas keeps his bow drawn, and during a brief respite between the monk and barbarian arguing, he swears he hears someone crying...