Adventure of Dagg Nabbitt

Deep purple clouds smother the sky. Valtor circles above Nabbitt Farms, bathing the hills and fields in bursts of bronze dragonfire as the defenders withdraw together to the main road.

Behind the gathered allies, farm workers, children, livestock, and prepared defenses hold the roadward side. Beelz, Veyra, Victor, Thren, Gandien, Jack, Panko, Corin, Drim, Bram, Tarna, and Dagg stand ready.

Tarna’s golden hammer and shield blaze through the gloom. Far across the hills, the first dead crest the ridges, then more follow, widening into a slow, silent horde.

Skeletons, zombies, and stranger undead descend from the hills in uneven ranks. Valtor’s fire marks their approach, but the flames cannot halt the advancing dead.

The horde reaches the lower fields, and Tarna’s runes flare brighter. Every ally watches Dagg as the first true test of the farm’s defenses arrives beneath the Queen’s purple sky.

Dagg checks the marked road, field boundary, and paired rotations against Merrin’s ledger, securing the living behind the fallback line. His bow and a magic-imbued arrow mark the safest course for the flames.

He reads the wind, violet residue, and hammer’s gold pulse as hidden signs, then questions the danger in his own mind before committing. The reinforced shield stays ready, but Tarna does not raise its barrier.

Valtor’s bronze fire sweeps from ridge to ridge, swallowing the grass and baking the soil. The advancing undead are slowed and melted in the blazing field, while the livestock and workers remain beyond the marked boundary.

Dagg’s will falters for one visible heartbeat beneath the Lich Queen’s pressure, a cost paid in composure rather than flesh. He rereads the official assignments, steadies himself, and keeps every defender on the ordered routes.

The burning field becomes a broad barrier between the horde and Nabbitt Farms. Tarna holds the inner defense without invoking her shield’s command, while the allies maintain formation and the rebuilt farm remains possible beyond the fire.

A purple fireball tears across the clouded sky and strikes Valtor, ripping through one wing before the dragon crashes beyond the burning field. The defenders recoil, but the living remain behind the marked road.

Far beyond bowshot, the Lich Queen floats above her advancing armies. Dagg reads the purple currents, the hammer’s gold pulses, and the shield’s answering runes, finding her position and the horde’s direction without mistaking either for the other.

He raises his elven bow and looses a magic-imbued arrow into the heavens. It bursts into a bright beacon between the farm and the distant Queen, calling every paired watch to the inner defense.

Dagg’s reinforced hammer flares beside Tarna’s shield, warning of undead pressure beneath the road. He keeps his voice steady, turning the fear of the revelation into a clear command rather than panic.

Dagg’s will holds. He orders the defenders to protect the living, keep formation, and prepare the great shed as their fallback while his bow remains trained on the Queen’s distant position. Above the fields, the crown beacon answers.

Deep purple clouds choke the sky as the Undead Horde advances across the burning field. Beelz tears both arms from a zombie and smashes a skeleton aside with one.

Veyra Stoneheart steps into the opening, her weapon sweeping through six zombies at once. Victor’s magic missiles streak past her and shatter five advancing skeletons.

Dagg reads the shifting purple currents and the broken field, finding the safest firing angles through hidden signs and wreckage. His caution recognizes the Queen’s presence, but his elven bow remains steady.

He looses magic-imbued arrows into the advancing ranks. Each shaft bursts with violet force, striking undead targets and breaking a clear gap before the marked road.

The foremost dead collapse or stagger apart beneath the impacts, while the living remain behind formation. The horde still presses closer through the purple gloom, but its first wave has been decisively thinned.

Tarna’s golden hammer burns brighter beside her shield as the surviving undead converge. Beelz, Veyra, and Victor reset along the defensive line while Dagg’s bow seeks the next rank.

The unfamiliar goblin paladin swings the zombie arms through three skeletons, crushing their frames apart. The arriving dwarf woman charges beside her, shield raised, intercepting grasping dead before they can surround the goblin.

King Gandien becomes a massive lion and races through the burned field on four powerful legs. His golden mane cuts through purple smoke as undead tumble beneath his sweeping claws.

Dagg studies shattered bones, scorched furrows, and broken ground, using the wreckage to find a clear melee lane while his caution keeps him away from the fields where surviving animals shelter.

Purple smoke pours along his sword and ignites into violet flame. Dagg drives into the gap, carving through the nearest skeletons and collapsing the next rank before the marked road.

The strike succeeds, but a buried rib catches his boot and wrenches his ankle hard. He drops to one knee, sword still blazing, while the cleared gap holds.

The arriving dwarf woman plants her shield over Dagg’s exposed side as Gandien’s lion form tears through another cluster. The defenders advance together, keeping the undead away from the living behind them.

Dagg's purple smoke becomes violet flame, and his sword can cast any spell.

Tarna seizes a zombie by its ruined torso and hurls it into the advancing ranks. The impact scatters undead across the blackened field, opening a broad lane.

Victor raises both hands and sends layered spells through the gap, freezing several skeletons in violet light before shattering them. Purple clouds roll low above the battlefield.

Jack Finch advances with his scimitar flashing, beheading the staggered dead one after another. His disciplined cuts keep the broken ranks from closing around Tarna.

Dagg examines the shattered ground and chooses the firmest lane through the wreckage. Violet flame pours from his sword as he drives forward, cutting down the remaining undead between the defenders and the road.

The reinforced hammer blazes gold beside Tarna’s shield, exposing undead pressing through the smoke. Dagg’s sword casts a sweeping violet arc, and the last clustered ranks collapse across the field.

The horde is cleared from the field, but Dagg’s wrenched ankle buckles on uneven ash. He catches himself against the sword, breathing hard while Tarna, Victor, and Jack hold the open ground.

Dagg's purple smoke becomes violet flame, and his sword can cast any spell.

More undead pour over the hills, larger and stronger than the first wave. An undead bear leads wolves through the ash while bats boil across the purple sky.

Tarna hurls her reinforced hammer upward. Its golden runes ricochet it through the bat swarm, striking wing after wing and slowing the dark cloud before it reaches the defenders.

Dagg studies the shattered field, ash ridges, and fallen bones, finding firm ground and a clear lane beneath the slowed bats. Superstition makes him check the purple shadows twice before he commits.

Purple smoke floods his sword and ignites into violet flame. He drives through the firm lane, carving into the undead bear as Tarna’s returning hammer smashes the wolves from the flank.

The violet blade cleaves the bear down, while Tarna’s hammer scatters the remaining wolves and bats. The stronger beasts collapse before the road, and the defensive line holds as the next ranks surge behind them.

Dagg's purple smoke becomes violet flame, and his sword can cast any spell.

An undead wolf bursts from the ash and pounces on Dagg, knocking him onto his back. Its jaws clamp onto his armored shoulder as he wrestles for leverage.

Dagg’s sword spits purple smoke, then ignites into violet flame beside him. He grips the hilt and forces the blade between the wolf’s snapping teeth, keeping its dead weight from his throat.

His caution searches the wolf’s corpse-light for the Queen’s mark, costing him a heartbeat. The beast tears across his shoulder before Dagg drives his knee into its ribs and shoves it aside.

Tarna reaches him in two strides and seizes the undead wolf by the head with both hands, lifting it clear as violet fire gutters across its fur.

With a sharp twist, Tarna tears the wolf’s jaw free and throws it into the ash. The undead body collapses, its attack ended, while Dagg’s shoulder burns beneath a torn armor strap.

Dagg rises with the sword still blazing, one hand pressed to his bruised shoulder. Tarna steps between him and the next ranks, hammer glowing gold as the horde surges through the smoke.

Dagg's purple smoke becomes violet flame, and his sword can cast any spell.

Dagg looks across the ash and sees King Gandien in massive lion form wrestling another undead bear, a huge adult bear with matted black fur, a skeletal muzzle, glowing corpse-light in its eyes, and exposed ribs beneath the deep purple clouds. Its corpse-light burns through his golden mane.

Dagg crosses the broken field, examining wreckage and scorched furrows to find firm footing. His wrenched ankle protests, but he follows the safest lane toward Gandien without endangering the living.

His animal-loving caution makes him hesitate at the bear’s shape, while superstition searches its corpse-light for the Queen’s mark. Then purple smoke floods his sword and ignites into violet flame.

Tarna’s reinforced hammer flares gold and strikes the bear’s foreleg, while her shield raises a radiant barrier around Gandien’s exposed flank. The bear staggers, trapped between their defenses.

Dagg drives the violet-flaming sword through the undead bear’s chest. The blade casts its killing magic through the corpse, and Gandien’s lion claws tear across its spine as the creature collapses into ash.

The path before the defenders clears. Dagg steadies himself on the blazing sword, shoulder burning from the renewed strain, while Tarna’s golden hammer turns toward the next advancing ranks.

Dagg's purple smoke becomes violet flame, and his sword can cast any spell.

King Gandien’s lion form contracts into a weary human shape. He draws his sword, its blade igniting with golden aura, then drives it into the scorched field.

Golden light races through the ash and surges upward, piercing the deep purple clouds. Undead across the field collapse motionless as the radiance passes through them.

Gandien drops to one knee, exhausted. Dagg’s animal-loving caution checks the light’s edge around the surviving livestock, while Tarna’s hammer and shield keep the last undead away.

Dagg steadies the defense with a calm, peace-minded command, directing the nearest allies to guard the living while Tarna approaches Gandien. The reinforced shield’s golden ward covers them.

Tarna lifts Gandien securely and carries him toward the farmhouse beneath the shield’s glow. Dagg keeps the surviving defenders coordinated as the golden light fades from the field.