"Across the bluffs and trails surrounding the fane, the mages of the Coalition are scribing dozens of planar portals, causing the fading twilight to blaze with eldritch light. Spread out before them, the greatest heroes of the mortal realm stand in expectation of the battle to come. Most are on foot, a score or more mounted on steeds still skittish from having made the transit through portals from their own lands. One force of rangers from the desert lands south of Elsir Vale make a last check of the tack on a flight of griffons. No one speaks.

At your signal, Bejam and his mages activate the planar portals, and a flare of white light cuts through the darkness. Within that light, hazy images of the shipyard flare to life—windowless stone buildings, the open spaces between them thronging with githyanki and giants. Around you, the Hundred are ready, waiting to move at your word."

The attack on Garaitha’s Anvil is a broad assault through a dozen portals simultaneously, and the heroes of the Hundred hit the githyanki hard. Alongside the assault, the PCs undertake one last strike team mission—breaking for the repair facility where Kada’ne and his flagship wait. When the PCs step into the portal prepared for them, the Hundred follow.

"The portals through which you emerge in Garaitha’s Anvil go dark almost as soon as you step through them. Bejam and Haryssus made good on their pledge to seal planar access into the shipyard. However, high above, a blazing circle of white light hangs—the massive astral gate around which the shipyard has been built. Even as you watch, a half-dozen astral strike ships rise toward the gate, caught up in its flow of energy then swallowed with an immense flash as they are shunted away."

"To the right and high above you along the curve of the shipyard floor, the banner of the Freeriders waves at thefront of an assault against an emplacement of githyankiguards scrambling to get into defensive positions. To your left, a force of dwarf warriors chant a death dirge for thefallen Kalad as they cut their way through a squad of giants—howling fomorian guards and laborers towering above their githyanki masters. Behind you, cavalry forces that have come through their portals on horseback crash over githyanki ground troops like a living wave. Overhead, ranger archers on griffons wing their way above the battlefield, a force of githyanki flying forth to meet them on reptilian fliers, shrieking as they strike.

Screaming oaths of vengeance, the hundred greatest heroes of the mortal world throw themselves against waves of defenders that must total ten times that number. The battle for Garaitha’s Anvil has begun."

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