|The Spell of Va'Cuum and Sword of Brom|
Two and a half eons later, the earth begins to rattle with the sound of thunder. Ap'rtmant is in a horrible place with the light of day the only thing to make it visible. You will have to retreat as the bath houses have gone dark and there is no light to guide your sword. To stay and fight would be your demise. You are forced to retreat, with only your sister and you left alive. You will need to regroup at first light the next morning to thwart the beasts before Thor's Day. You part and try to scrounge up reinforcements.
The next morn you return with 22 more brave comrades to assist in the battle as well as a mighty meal to get ready for the horrors ahead. Your sister's reinforcements have yet to arrive. It is just you. You march into the battle yet again and continue to struggle forth. Half through, a mighty Ninja joins the battle! The friend of your sister's assists in the fight in a precise area of effect whilst you continue your battle. As the day grows hot and humid, the air reaching above 97° without a cool breeze to chill your pains, your spirits waiver and grow thin. Food is delivered to the battle field and eaten post haste, or rather, devoured. Your dear comrades are falling in the great battles of Fan, Cill, Laump, Shev'lis, and Shauwer. All seems lost.
Finally, in rides the great Bard to assist with her obsessive powers over destroying filth. The Mage and Ninja depart and it is left to you. Wounded, you collapse upon the grass and wait for the embrace of Death or Victory.
|A monument to our fallen comrades.|