The Fate of Triel
Sinopsis:
Laitae Lafreth rallied the forces of good and split them in two groups, one to go to Soubar and distribute the cure and the other to go to Triel and just do the same. At the same time, the Zhentarims, fully aware of Laitae's plans, took 40 zhentilars from Darkhold's reserves and sent 20 of them to the areas outlying Soubar and the other 20 to watch over Ambrose as he approached the defenders to parlay.
His offer was simple: cede the cure to them, and it would have been distributed equally amongst the villagers, apart from that, no one would have been allowed to get any closer to 10 miles from Triel. Laitae refused and asked for safe passage to Triel to parlay with the elder, to which Ambrose consented.
Laitae, of course, was unaware that the Elderman had already been cured. She had to deal with a cold elderman who was far from cooperative. Laitae gave Trabo a few bottles of the cure to be spread to those afflicted, asked him to spread the news of the cure being now available, and then teleported back to the encampment.
In the meanwhile, the group of Soubar set camp at Boareskyr bridge and started spreading the cure, up until the point where a small warhost of orcs, followed by strange maggot-like snakes, marched over the town and started slaughtering and killing its inhabitants. The knights and their allies did their best to save as many inhabitants as they could, the orcs and the snakemaggots killed. Despite heavy losses sustained by soubar's population, the town was safe...then a giant maggot emerged from the ground, causing earthquakes and attacking the defenders. After a long and tense struggle, it was defeated like everything else. Soubar was saved, albeit not in a pristine state....but the plaguebearer was nowhere to be found.
In the meantime, the goodies stationed at the camp 10 miles away from Triel had to discuss the next course of action. Attacking the zhentilar forces was not a good idea, since it would have taken time, and time was of the essence. Eventually, they decided to part with the cure and let the Zhentarims distribute it to the ailing masses. Ambrose, in the mean time, asked Zarlathur and his malarite buddies to camp at the road leading to Triel, ready to kill any villager who would have tried to make its way to the goodies' camp to get the cure.
In Triel, things were looking fine...before a small infected child started running and screaming through the town about "stenchies" being around killing people. The local zhentarims then got out of the hilltop moat to have a clear idea of what was going on, and the sight was nightmarish. All the bodies of those who died of the plague (150+ bodies) started to reanimate as plague zombies, and then went on a killing rampage across the town and its surroundings. The plaguebearer then manifested himself, casting earthquakes and firestorms all over the town, destroying its buildings and scorching the earth. The zhentarims then fell back to the fort, trying to prevent the undeads from getting inside.
A few dozens of villagers managed to reach the moat and barricaded themselves inside the granary, whilst everyone else was left to himself.
A few villagers escaped Triel and started running towards Thundar's ride screaming for help, but the malarites, mistaking them for people seeking for the cure, killed a good share of them, thus delaying the notification of the attack. Those who managed to get through the malarite blockade (with 10 minutes of delay, which were A LOT and cost Triel many lives) warned the knights and the zhentarims of the ongoing slaughter.
Ambrose then agreed to a cease fire with the goodies and together, they joined forces and teleported to Triel. The fight was fierce and intense, as they had to battle one hundred and a half of plague zombies. Many were felled by the creatures' bites and claws. Those who survived finally saw the plaguebearer, taunting them for their stupidity and thanking them for having contributed to the slaughter.
The plaguebearer was assisted in the fight by another gigantic maggot. The endboss was as though as humanely conceivable, but in the end, it fell. At that point, everyone realized that all has been for naught, as Triel had been razed to the ground and its land blighted. Those 100 villagers who managed to barricade themselves into the granary thanked the zhentarims for their help, and offered to swear fealty to Darkhold and restart their lives there, growing crops for the black network.
Despite everyone's best efforts, Triel is now irredeemably lost, erased from the maps by the actions of a single orc.
Rewards: XPs, whose amount depends on how "veteran" characters have been in my storyline.
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