2-199 | 'Till The Last'

This part of your epic quest is nearly at an end.

You fought side by side in the Colosseum of Alhemor, spoke to royalty in Citadel Felbar, entered into treaty with a thousand-fist orcs.

You liberated slaves in the Yakfolk village, infiltrated the forged Citadel of Ironslag, hijacked the Colossus, And stand here now, side by side with your companions, drawn together by your heroism and curiosity and sense of moral obligation and fear for what may happen to the world should your efforts fail.

And now, as you confront Duke Xolto and the remnants of his army, uttering your challenge to end things once and for all, he agrees.

Maybe he continues to underestimate you, or maybe you've backed him into a corner, or maybe you've got another thing coming.

He gestures to his forces a series of military-style hand signals, and the crowd moves itself backwards, forming a loose ring around you.

I hope you don't mind if I level the playing field somewhat.

I find the hounds much prefer it when the heat is on.

A flash of light emanates from above you and in an instant a fiery orange half-sphere encloses the battlefield and with it, an oppressive heat begins to sink into your skin.

And as Zalto nods to his tower shield guards, one of them throws Kalia to the dusty ground in front of the salivating hellhounds.

She looks so small there at the feet of the giants.

And Zalto laughs at you, Timur.

Now, take her back from me if you can.

And he raises his hammer high overhead, flexing his chest at all of you.

Roll for initiative.

Witted, what'd you get for your initiative roll?

Witted, as his targeting computer almost tries to lock on to Duke Zalto, but you can see it's like lenses widening in fear, only gets a 12, even with advantage.

Okay.

Tamil.

An 18.

Nice.

Doran.

Seven.

Red, what did you get?

15.