The party wakes the next morning feeling energized, well-rested, and generally pretty good. As much of any of those as one can feel in the World Wound, of course - an hour before dawn a pack of ravens landed on several tents as screamed while they turned inside-out, then flew away. Yikes. Kand and his team finish constructing the Trebuchet near mid-day, on the other side of the bridge across from the main gate of the wall around Citadel Drezen. With three well-placed shots the gates come down - an an army of Paladins and Crusaders rushes in! Our Heroes join in the fracas - and are quickly victorious over the cultists and minor demons in the courtyard around the Citadel proper. Aron Kir drew the party a map, before his troubles with the Demonsblood Drug: When the party is inside the walls, they see a pinkish-purplish glow surrounding the Citadel. The paladins cannot enter, and it's impervious to the kind of dispelling magic Our Heroes have at thei...
One item found is the Sword of Valor - a banner, which... well, but let us let Irabeth Tirablade describe it in her own words: The Inheritor herself carried this crimson banner into battle during the Shining Crusade. An army commander who carries the Sword of Valor increases the DV and OM of her army by 4 against armies of undead or evil outsiders. Yet the Sword of Valor’s greatest power lies not in offense but in defense. Mounted firmly upon an interior wall in a visible, public place, the Sword of Valor creates a 10-mile-radius area that bars demons and those who worship demons from using teleportation spells and effects and imparts on such creatures a –4 penalty to Armor Class and on all saving throws. Once per month while the banner is mounted on a wall, a worshiper of Iomedae within 30 feet of the banner can use it to summon a planetar to protect the banner and its surroundings for 1 day. Any nonevil creature that sleeps within a 1-mile radius becomes immune to fear effects from...
I remember when I first learned what 'imaginary' really meant, and thinking that perhaps it was one of those cases like saying 'going to the bathroom' when you meant peeing, not taking a bath. My friends weren't imaginary - they knew things, and they told me things, and sometimes I even saw them. I still had to pour their tea and eat their cookies at our tea parties, but they did give me good advice. "Don't step there Kendra - that plank is weak," they would tell me, or warn me about some of my father's workers and let me know who I could and could not trust. Doesn't everyone have imaginary friends who keep them out of trouble? What's the point in having imaginary friends otherwise? It took me a while to figure out that I was different, somehow, and that my imaginary friends were actual spirits; external and categorically different than me. As I grew older, and my friends began to outgrow their childhoods, I more and more felt diff...
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