A Call to Arms - Eleint 9th

H 66/L 46, winds out of the east at 45 mph, ¾” of rain

Patrols Today: A3
Captain Aito travels from Rock Hammer to Silverymoon
Captain Ensyer rests at Rock Hammer
Captain Thulver travels from Cholnudon to Rock Hammer
Captain Dominic defends Rock Hammer

The day starts off in fine fashion as three of the patrol captains are in Rock Hammer for breakfast. You are quite happy with the way things have turned out, and you are very confident in the leadership of the patrols now that Kremmel is out.

Soon after Aito departs. trumpets blare as the guards atop the outer wall at the end of the valley announce friendly riders entering the valley, you cast a quick glance up at Dominic atop the keep and wait for a better description.

“Five riders….from Silverymoon….city officials!” cries the captain.

You nervously take a deep breath; most of the visits from Silverymoon have been pleasant and productive. Others come with warnings, and with his arrival coming on the heels of what the Free Riders said you naturally brace for the worst.

The leader of the group dismounts just inside of the gates, the high late-morning winds blow his golden hair aside, revealing his elven ears.

“Good day, Lords of Rock Hammer.”

“And good day to your Valamros,” you reply. The usually soft-spoken government official of Silverymoon is not this business-like, something must be wrong.

“I am afraid my visit is not a social one, but rather a call to arms. Gentlemen, the orcish invasion we have dreaded all these years is upon us.”

Later in the day as you prepare to ride out you think back to this moment; Valamros’s news did not vary from that of the Free Riders, but it seems to take on a whole new meaning coming from a high ranking goverment official of the biggest city in the Silver Marches.

“The Silver Marches is not unaccustomed to seeing orcs, even armies of orcs as you can no doubt attest to. But about week or so ago we started seeing orcs of a different nature. Powerful, ruthless, and organized. I’ve heard your reports on Thar and the Broken Tusks, they too shared these traits. These orcish scouting parties we saw wore the symbol of King Obould Many-Arrows. Long has he kept his eye on the lands of the Silver Marches, watching and waiting to strike.”

“I know what you are thinking; how can the League of Cities, spanning several hundred square miles, be suddenly unprepared for a massive army of orcs? We believe that Obould has discovered an ancient dwarven portal underground near his stronghold in the Spine of the World Mountains, and has activated it. These series of portals linked the ancient dwarven kingdoms together and the exit for this portal is near Overlook, less than 50 miles from Silverymoon. We are mustering up what troops we can spare to assist those already in Overlook to head off this invasion.”

Valamros pulls a document from his vest and hold it in his hands, “You are to leave at once to the city of Overlook where you will report to the Council of Elders for orders.”

Valamros sighs heavily, and you get the feeling he doesn’t like the idea of drafting you into the army.

“Any questions?”

"Do not worry Valamros, we have made the Marches our home and intend to keep it that way. If a threat calls on us to fight for what we have worked for, then so be it. We will gather those we can and make way to Overlook."

How large of a force are we expectd to muster from our community here?

Valamros thinks about it for a minute, "I don't know...what is a typical adventuring party? Six? Yea, that sounds good."

DM Note - Any more questions for Valamros before he takes off? This would be the last bit for the forum for this "between adventure stuff". The next part would be our next sit-down session.

Is there a leader that we report to or are we it?

"You will report to the Council of Elders when you get to Overlook."

Right. We go with you and don't let anyone in here. Got it.

You quickly pack up your gear and head out for Silverymoon that same evening.