Clover's Log
Our plan is in motion. We have the gold, and we head to the chosen bridge to plant the bait, which is now our whole group—though Oman carries the prize. No reason to split up and put one person in more danger if the gem and presence of gold is the lure.
Since the bridges are only five feet wide, we split up, half of us taking the proper “walk this way” bridge and half of us taking the “you’re going the wrong way” bridge. All is quiet to start, but we all knew that wouldn’t last long. Something is out there, and it takes a shot at Oman, going for the gold. The battle begins.
Whatever these fiends are, they are under the bridges, sneaking up with the hopes of catching their prey unawares so they can steal the bounty and make a quick exit while their friends kill the targets. We put up a fight, dropping them one by one, but more keep coming. A couple of my companions get thrown from the bridge when the magic holding back the wind falters. Nyx is nowhere to be seen. And then the fiends’ leader shows up. He’s huge. From the clouds below he emerges, with Oman dangling on the side of the bridge with a clear view. A plan is hatched, most definitely in the spur of the moment and certainly not at all in collaboration with Nyx, who is still either falling or flying through the clouds.
Oman drops from the bridge and casts a spell on himself and Nyx that will let them safely drop to the ground from this great height. His timing has to be perfect, and—magically—it is. Nyx, feeling crazy, takes a chance. She casts a spell that transforms the giant fiend into a sheep…who then plummets to the ground more than 500 feet below. Keys takes flight to check on the situation. Brendel, Ronan, and I look down from the bridge, unsure of our friends’ fate.