
CHAPTER 8: DOGS OF WAR The last bastion of Fort Castle will burn , so commanded the hag Harridan . The fell armies of the Gruesome League , fueled by the insidious liquors of the Grail , set the countryside ablaze. Weeks of siege followed and what slim resolve remains is crumbling as fast as the battered walls. This night, without a miracle, Fort Castle will fall and the Age of Man will come to a bloody, screaming end. Here they come by gods, howling and baying in the night, eyes red as their demon god's hate. The Gnolls. Their machines of destruction, diabolical constructs tested in the endless Blood War loom - trebuchets hurl huge boulders to smash the walls as the flame-throwing zeppelin The Black Dog floats overhead, raining down fire and gnoll paratroopers. And meanwhile, their trenches inch ever closer to our lines, our troops pushed back by the onslaught of automatic ballista fire and long-range artillery. Soon, we will be overrun. The cackling... the cackling ... Will you be the heroes Fort Castle so desperately needs in this its darkest hour? Let's find out Saturday, 9/21 , at 1 pm Eastern . Looking for one player that will be a good fit for this group. D&D 4e, 8th-level, delve-style one-shot (4-5 hours) All legal options permitted, standard wealth by level Experienced D&D 4e player preferred Google+ Hangouts for voice chat required At least basic macros required If you think you're up to the challenge of defending Fort Castle with your last, sign up here .