The beast with the flaming ball in his hand charged in among the others, while my companions and I sought to slow them with falling logs and large swaths of acid and grease. Even so, wave after wave of the brutes stormed the palisades, bringing the battle into close combat, until, at last, with the aid of the ferocious Omast, we stood victorious before the gate just as reinforcements arrived.
The gate secured, our tired, bloodied band retreated to the inner quarter at the summons of a fellow dwarven warrior. There we found Fijit caring for a wounded Silvermane, as well as Halgra, who had pulled some of her troops back to rest. We were instructed to do the same, and, after attempting to cleanse myself with the sparse water provided, I spent a fitful night in mingled slumber and dark meditation. It had been a day of profound loss. Zekant, Durmok, poor Sydney’s mother and father, as well as countless citizens of Trunau. It was all I could do to keep my thoughts from turning to revenge and anger.
Upon recalling the crying, innocent face of Sydney, however, I was able to steel myself and recall the reason for which I fight; never for hatred or the return of cruelty, but for justice, and to protect those who cannot stand against the darkness. Though Gervan, Ki Master of the Brimwill Monastery, berated me many a time for losing focus in my studies, I think even he would have been proud of me as I found inner peace that night.
Come the morning, Torsten, Elynnar, Leetsa, and myself were dispatched to the front gate, driving through a swarm of monsters alongside the city guard on a mission to disable an orcish trebuchet at the Standing Stones outside of town. Upon our arrival, we found only three of the beasts guarding the siege weapon, felling them before they were able to load poor Leetsa into the weapon and launch her to her death!
We quickly set about using the siege weapon against the orcs and other foul creatures still pouring into the city, eliminating many of them with great, flying boulders until our supply of projectiles was depleted. Our mission accomplished, we set fire to the trebuchet, making back for the city gate. As we approached, however, we heard cries of a giant near the Hope Springs.
In that moment, dreadful acceptance settled in my chest. We may not be ready for such a powerful foe, but we will face it, nonetheless.