Once upon a time, there were some scary Shavarath devils. They tried to make their way onto Eberron via an ancient Giant-folk ritual named “the Shroud”, but were defeated. By us, actually. We defeated them. Repeatedly.
In retribution, the forces of Shavarath invaded Stormreach. Strange, evil glyphs appeared in the marketplace; after a couple of weeks, they struck. A wall of force surrounded the central marketplace tent, a big red three-story tent that was the heart of the city. Devils would flit in and out of the marketplace – one would enter at their own peril.
After another week, the devils blew up the marketplace tent and retreated, leaving a smoking crater in the center of the marketplace. The crater would remain for a few more weeks before it was rebuilt as the gaily decorated central marketplace plaza that one can see today.
The devils apparently felt that they’d won. And if you were the tent, you might agree. The rest of us were just puzzled. All that effort just to blow up the tent? A tent? What did it do to them? Can you imagine the diabolical planning sessions? Picture a wizened Devil general, standing before a board covered with maps and diagrams, briefing his aides on the battle plan: “And then, having achieved both surprise and air superiority, we’ll pop up in the city center and destroy the tent”, and all the other devil generals nodding sagely. Yes, got to get that tent!
Many of these events are recapped in the raid quest The Chronoscope, especially the destruction of the tent, shown above.
It’s the last big family Christmas in our rural North Carolina farmhouse. This big an endeavor is a full-time effort: thus another series of postcards sharing some of my favorite DDO views with you all. Happy Holidays! And don’t forget to enter the contest!
Hope you have/are having/had a great holiday! See you back here on January 5, 2015, with yet another two-fisted helping of useless tripe, DDOGamer-style.