The Bone War of Ald Calta

After a week’s convalescence in Shamsel, the party re-encountered Rojer, formerly of the bridge. He was in the town streets recruiting. He was also in possession of the sword, helm and armor of Faltus. When they inquired as to the health of their former employer, Rojer admitted that he had slain the man for being a thief, and taken his goods.



Rojer said he had plans to go to Ald Calta to destroy the legions of skeletons he heard were there and asked Brumbar and company to join him. There was no treasure to be promised, he said, only pride of knowing he had vanquished a great evil. The party agreed to return to Ald Calta but only after several weeks of preparation, including hiring mercenaries to accompany them.

The force they eventually gathered was comprised of the party and Rojer, along with a dozen rough men, some fifty young men from peasant stock, and two companies of the Tigers of Talir – a fighters guild. Before setting forth from Shamsel the Party, made more acquaintances.

The Black Order of the Dawn had come to Shamsel in hopes of recruiting Brumbar to their peerage. They were drawn by word of his previous exploits and also his attempts to recruit others for the task at hand. They learned that he intended to vanquish the undead and said they would be watching carefully. If he was successful, they would extend him the right to become an aspirant of their group.

With two and a half hundreds of men, the party once again set out for Ald Calta. This time, in force. They arrived and securing themselves in the crumbling tower, thought to hold it against all comers. But the relentless press of the legions of skeletons proved too much and the older structure began to sway, so the party sallied forth under the leadership of Rojer the Dark to do battle.

Hours passed and as their swords grew heavy in their hands, the living saw the end of many of their companions to the clutches of the unliving. In the end, though, it was their organization and military discipline which saved them from the mindless and dark.

When at last the battle was ended, a stately column of green and black garbed Paladins took the field and stood before Brumbar, offering him membership in their peerage. It was a solemn moment, but Brumbar refused to the gasps of his fellows and clearly the Lord Commander was shocked. Rare is the moment when a peerage opens it membership, rarer still is the moment when one refuses to enter. Upon hearing his reply, the Black Order of the Dawn bid him safe travels and assisted as the party and their remaining companions interred those who had fallen – ally and foe alike.

As for his part, and true to his word, Sir Roger exercised his privilege and gentrified many that day -- all of whom he dubbed “of the Bone War.” Mercenaries, cutthroats and men-at-arms at all stripes now call themselves by title, including Reverend Sir Brendan of the Bone War and Sir Deathstroke of the Bone War.

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