At some point before midnight, Sir Ronin heard a loud crashing noise in the trees and spied great trunks being toppled as a gigantic cyclops stepped from the forest and began making its way up the gentle rise towards the ruins where the adventurers camped, and this was not the least or only worry as a troop of elves, wearing dark green armour and carrying their now familiar and deadly elf bows moved through the undergrowth and copses swiftly. Ronin awoke his companions and hurried to mount his trusty steed – Invincible, as the others made hasty preparations.
Battle was opened spectacularly by Gothryd casting a gigantic HELLFIRE spell, setting the cyclops ablaze, the beast roared in pain and staggered forward as it tried to beat out the flames, for which it’s fur and leather armour were no protection. Misery was heaped upon the monster as Brion took aim and shot it directly in the eye with an amazing shot, blinding it, before Ronin struck it with his sword and his stoic warhorse smote it with a great kick of its iron shod hooves, crushing its skull and sending the towering and still smoking beast to the ground.
The Elves proved to be the more dangerous foe, the companions hunkered down behind the ruined walls waiting for their enemies to close, some javelins and bowfire was sent back in response but the arrow fire was accurate and deadly, and several wounds were caused. The party prepared to counter attack as the Elves closed in but then a great misery befell them; a particularly accurate fusillade of arrows sang through the night sky striking Gothryd not once, not twice but three times and knocked him from his saddle with blood in his lungs and then in his mouth. The newest member of the group expired there on the cold, rain soaked ground, beside his new companions. They had known him for less than a month, but his passing is mourned, for he was capable, wise and loyal.
The skirmish continued until the group had caused sufficient casualties on the cruel Elves to drive the enemy to retreat back down the hill. While Logen hacked with his axe, Brion slew with his bow and Ronin rode down several Elves, the whole party was ably supported by Friar Marcus’ divine rituals, but the holy man could do nothing to help Gothryd, the spirit had left his body.
The companions rushed down the hill after the fleeing elves just in time to see a magical portal, which had began collapsing in on itself, but not before they were able to discern the image of a castle’s interior, and on the walls some flags and heraldic symbols of the Earl Montombre!