Spectre of Sorrows
Chapter 1: Clash of Fire & Darkness
As far as most people believed, it all began with a tiny music box...
Valis dreamed like elves do. It was not true sleep, more like deep meditation. Still, elven sleep was filled with visions in the forms of dreams, and nightmares.
Valis rolled over and groaned, half-conscious. Two deep stab wounds from the swords of red dragonspawn pained him, making his sleep restless. So weary was the elf and his companions after the final battle with Sindra, they had threw up their hands and camped on the very cavern floor where the battle had been won. Now, repositioned so as to ease his suffering, Valis slipped back into a nightmare.
Trees twisted, weeping blood from their trunks. Roots writhed like snakes in the dead soil. Ancient buildings of graceful elven architecture had fallen into ruin, choked by crawling ivy. Echos of unending terror resonated as the wind gusted through their husks. Valis could hear the beasts of the wood, misty mutated horrors howling at the moons. Bloated undead bloodbugs fed on bleeding roses. Elven ghosts wept in despair. Cyan Bloodbane cruelly laughed.
Several kirath stalked through the haunted wood, their bows at the ready as they moved slow and purposefully. They flanked and escorted two figures, a man and woman, both elves. The woman was a beautiful maiden of House Royal, whose skill with magic was unsurpassed. The man was a powerful member of House Cleric, a priest of Quenesti-Pah. The two wore matching rings, betrothed. When one of the kirath spoke something to the woman - something seemingly unimportant and routine - the elven man behind her seemed to darken, his heart filling with bitterness. He lurked closer up behind her, his shadow falling over her. Suspicion gnawed at his soul.
The group stumbled upon a band of skeletal warriors led by an elven death knight. Overpowered, the elves fought to escape, but in the process of protecting her warrior companions from the death knight’s magic, the white-robed woman was struck down. The kirath went berserk, tearing through skeletal warriors while the man rushed to the fallen maiden. Gathering her up in his arms, the cleric tried to heal her, but Quenesti-Pah did not answer his prayers. In desperation, the cleric called out to any god who would answer him. The clouds parted and moonlight revealed a face.
Valis saw the face of Chemosh.
Valis awoke with a start. The ground was trembling all around him. Satya, the lone watchman this night, looked to Valis with sudden alarm, his fiery wings flaring to life in a spray of sparks. There was a sudden deep rumbling sound from the volcano. Others awoke and scrabbled to their feet. Some had also been shaken from vivid dreams.
Antog had dreamed of the Ogre Sword of Crypts. He grasped it before him, stepping through a dark dungeon on an unknown task. It guided him. He thought he heard it whisper to him, as it seemingly once had before. It shed a black light, and the half-ogre could find his way through the darkness, his vision drained of color.
The Silver Master had blessed Argent with a feast fit for kings and entrepeneurs. Business matters had been settled first, of course, but Argent learned he was in good standing, and in fact was awarded a raise in benefits, and that all had been wavered regarding that matter with the error in ancient Istarian monetary exchange rates back in Ak-Khurman.
Vexo dreamed Malystryx was after him.
Kamali and Garn woke side by side. Garn’s delicate fingers slipped from Kamali’s shoulder as she processed the events happening around her. The world was ending, or at least crumbling. She and Garn locked eyes as he awoke, alarmed by the reverberations causing the ground to shake. To Kamali's horror, she saw Garn's forest green eyes. They were sickly yellow.
Suddenly there was a loud crack and roar. A rockslide tumbled down one of the walls of the giant cavern, widening the hole in the ceiling created the night prior during the battle. The cavern was briefly filled with dust and smoke on top of the trembling earth, but as it cleared the dim light of a meek sun peered through the hole. The light blistered Garn's eyes painfully. The mage felt weak as he struggled to stand as the earth shook.
As fate would have it, the sudden landslide had created a climbable path out of the cavern, and out of the volcano. Antog stood, wavering, and could feel the Peak of Malystryx's anger welling, as if he'd taken a trip visiting the inside of his own heart. Satya's survival instincts kicked in; growing up in the these lands, he knew what was about to happen. Valis sensed it too. The dwarves, creatures of the mountain, knew it almost intuitively. Something terrible was about to happen.
The Peak of Malystryx was about to erupt.
Valis Fort save vs. sunblight d20+6= 21, success.
Garn Fort save vs. sunblight d20+3+4= 16, fail. -2 Con.
Survival checks DC 20: Satya 23, Kamali 15, Rukin 20, Argent 20, Valis 24, Garn 15, Antog 28, Vexo 7
Satya, Rukin, Argent, Valis, & Antog sense the imminent eruption of the Peak of Malys, meaning certain death if you are still in this cavern.
Everyone has rested (and regained hp) but no one has yet had the chance to take the hour to study/pray/meditate for new spells today.
I’ll be working on the Quick Sheet now and getting everything updated.
Last edited by Bong Bellowsmoke; 07-10-2010 at 05:27 PM.
The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.