“They must suspect an attack or something.” Maskar turned
toward the young speaker who looked at him for confirmation, his demeanor firm
and confident.
Edwind Helmfast was the eldest son of the Noble Helmfasts
who boasts a Sword Coast shipping and shipwright tradition that has kept the
Waterdeep market stocked even in the late months of winter. Called the ‘Young
Captain’ because even at an early age Edwind was able to navigate by the sun
and stars, judge distance and weights; and he could read the weather with
uncanny accuracy.
When news of an armada of pirate ships moving south from
Luskan came to Maskar’s attention he knew instinctively that this is just the
prelude to war with the Hosttower. This was the tactic the Arcane Brotherhood will
use to divert Waterdeep and her resources from the real attack. This is when
they intend to make their move. Why? Because that is just what he would do.
Maskar Wands knew well the location the Arcane Brotherhood
intended to use for their magical ceremony, an ancient Netherese form of magic.
Maskar knew something else. Something that he hoped the Arcane Brotherhood was
not aware of, and that is- the secret of the Red Rocks. Thanks to the Samular
Tet Maskar knows where the Arcane Brotherhood will be and when. Maskar would
take the fight to them.
Maskar gave the Young Captain a look of deep confidence.
“Of course they will be expecting something, but the key to any
surprise is to capitalize on events as they
occur; plan for improvisation
Edwind, because in the theater of war there are no scripts to adhere to. We
will monitor their activity from a far and intercede at the most critical
moment forcing them to make a decision. A decision what will delay them long
enough for us to immediately gain the upper hand and destroy them.”
Maskar removed a wand from his sleeve and gave the signal
for everyone to be on their guard, the time to move is close. With the sun now
overhead Maskar new they have begun, now it was all instinct.
Day light began to wane, this was the time! Maskar was the
first in the air, leaping headlong into an enemy ritual.

The wizards of the Order sent their minions ahead and
overwhelmed many of the ritual participants, an advantage that would not last
Maskar knew. The day continued to darken giving everything a bloody cast like
looking through red colored glass.
With the initial surprise at an end, Maskar weaved spell
after spell praying for good fortune so that no spell go awry. Wizards landed
and bounded about, leaping around the battle field in confusing directions to
disorient opponents as well as to get more targets in crackling lines blue fire
and fiery cone-shaped blasts.
The Sorcerer’s retaliated erecting several magical walls and
summoning invisible stalkers to fight in the battle.
Then the sun went dark.
1 comment:
Good luck Masker. Enjoy the eclipse
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