The following excerpt is a heavily biased retelling of the fateful events that took place at the Signal Tower that night, from the halfling Tafwick Bramwood. You have been warned. (With some bits from the GM adding in missing parts)
…. So we all moved to the stairs, as quickly as possible. I had an arrow cocked, Durgin was planted at the front and Eckhardt was doing his best to direct us but the rest of us were panicking – this was a Necrach. Some kind of damned Vampire Lord. I had no idea what that meant, nor any inclination what a Necrach was. But our last encounter proved to me it looked like bad news. Serious bad news.
I was on my way to get the one thing we had which could ensure it wouldn’t be seeing the surface again, a barrel of finest dwarven gunpowder...Read More