Scenes From Module 2: The Banites

Scenes From The Story - Part I

With eyes downcast, Kelestri's eyes flared a firey glow. It could have been instigated by the judgment of her peers upon her reckless though effective actions, or more profoundly, a bitter anger directed toward the Zhent mercenaries. But this was not all that angered her this morning, for the doom and desolation discoverd in Manyoak was severe—and perhaps, instinctively, she knew there would be more.

It was unbridled rage that hurled the Baneguard off the platform, Slyl was only its instrument. Without concern for safety, but with unchecked malace toward the foe, Slyl launched the empty suit of armor off the old bridge in a way that would make most warriors proud. He'd found acceptance with this adventuring group, and was not about to let them down.

Turning to confront Animosus, Corim draws a verbal line between acting as spokesperson for the party and providing parental commands to others. Corim has survived alone for a long time now, having abandoned his parents and all others who's directives could not be trusted. His emotions suddenly raised a wall between he and the stouthearted paladin. Seemingly, Corim does not play well with others.

With the wonder of a child, Leif toyed with the ceramic wand. He played and pointed it at the skelletal guardian beyond the bridge. This newly acquired power intrigued him, and like a childhood game the wand stuck its target with a bolt of flame. Bullseye, he thought—this thing never misses. And the game of magic was solidified somehow within him—beginning the desire for more and more.

Animosus reassured the three beaten rescued men, compassionately commanding them to stand their ground, encouraging their sense of security to build by trusting his words. "I promise you will be safe," he said. They watched Animosus' armor reflect the sunlight, the way he remounted his steed, and the convincing way he brandished his longsword as he charged down the path to the forsaken hamlet of Manyoak.