Last night we gathered at the landing as Sung requsted. The allies Nikiloa, LatinfireFire Sparta, KrakkenAres along with our sisters Cami the Brave, Rare and friends Clarinda Runningbear, Xzorgobb Rokocoko assembled. Even as we did we could hear the cries off the damn grow louder and louder. The very air seems to grow chill and distant greenish lights danced in the sky.
As we traveled to the ritual site we were attacked by the sorcerer Xaltotan, mangy minotaur with bad eyesight and the demon Plague Doctor. As we fought off the evil Sung began his spell. Again and again the sorcerer and his minions attempted attack Sung but each time we drove them off. One after another the cries grew dim and the chill dissipated as the ritual took hold. Finally Sung came to the last spell.
Only to falter.
In the midst of battle Sung thought quickly. Elsbeth was the key, since she is the Dunedin-Landholder, the soul of the land and these are her ancestor-sisters. At the minotaur rushed the camp and me and KarrkenAres held it off Elsebeth completed the spell and the evil left.
With that it was time to cleanse the filth of Xaltotan and take care of the these pests once and for all. We threw ourselves upon the sorcerer, demon and minotaur and struggle blades and bow verses sorcery and claw ensured. In that fight Rare was relentless and her blade was in the thickest of the fight. Finally the Latinfire Sparta cornered the minotaur in its lair and slew it. Cursing Xaltotan summoned some disgusting winged creature and flew off into the night.
We assembled, looked to our wounds and congratulated ourselves. But the demon appeared again boasting that the Old gods were coming to beware of Pan. With that crypitic warning it vanished in a pale blue light.
After that we retired to the Great Hall for feasting.