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    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.

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    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.
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    Valis rolled painfully to his feet, the fresh wounds focusing his mind on the present, banishing his vivid nightmares for now. He stuffed his bedroll into his pack without rolling it up and quickly slung it over his shoulders. He winced as the leather strap bruised the sticky scab beneath his chain shirt. The elven man girted Kiss of the Desert Sky to his hips in an instant and slipped his battered ironwood buckler into its familiar place on his left forearm.

    “We have to go. Now,” Valis said in a no-nonsense tone. “The volcano is going to erupt and we don’t want to be here when that happens.”

    Subconsciously, however, his mind could not forget the images he’d seen. The woman – she’d had a noble bearing. The man was a priest. Something about what he’d dreamt seemed familiar. It was a far too vivid recreation of the Silvanesti Nightmare to be the normal subconscious nonsense. What was it…?

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    Knowledge (nobility & royalty) on the woman (d20+8): 19.
    Knowledge (religion) on the man (d20+9): 14.
    Knowledge (history) (d20+1): 17.
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    "Garn," Kamali practically whined, the note of panic and despair plain in her voice. His eyes... It only took one look for the truth to hit home.

    The cavern floor shuddered beneath the rogue's feet again, tearing her mind away from the painful truth. She threw her arms out to the side to retain her balance.

    "What's going on here?" she demanded, seeing the alarmed looks on several faces. Valis answered her question almost before it was out of her mouth.

    "Damnation!" Kamali swore. "Garn, can you make it?"
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    The largest red dragon Krynn had ever seen was chasing him all he could think about was how old she was, what magics she knew and what secrets she could tell. Her fury was terrible and all Vexo could do was curl into a ball and hope she would overlook him, but she didn't. "I'll know all you do now little sage!" The powerful voice boomed as Vexo dared not look, the searing hot breath was upon him...

    Vexo awoke with a jolt. The cave shook. At first he thought it was Malystryx back from the dead, coming to find her little gnome snack. Vexo's head cleared though as another rumble echoed through the cave and Valis spoke up. It was definitely time to make their exit and find the dark knights... the dark knights and the lance, Vexo still hadn't told anyone about his findings! He reminded himself to do so, but now there were more pressing things to deal with; there were always more pressing things to deal with, he would remember.

    Vexo stood and shouldered his haversack, checking himself over making sure he had everything.
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    Satya unconsciously tapped his armor and bag, ensuring that all of his belongings were in place. Assured that everything was where it was supposed to be, Satya snapped his head around, trying to find the quickest way out of here.

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    Perception check - Roll(1d20)+7:
    12,+7
    Total:19

    Survival check
    Roll(1d20)+9:
    13,+9
    Total:22
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    Satya knew instinctively what was going to happen, and quickly ascertained that there was only one way out of here.

    "Comrades, we must remove ourselves from this place and immediately. Gather everything you have ever wished to keep, and quickly follow to yonder ramp. If you leave it, consider it lost. If you stay behind, consider yourself lost. We must move now."

    He headed towards the ramp, hoping to head off any potential threats before they hit the more damaged members of the party.
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    "Vexo, come hither," Argent beckoned to the gnome. "The Silver Master can help speed up your retreat."

    Not waiting for Vexo to come over, Argent bounded over, medallion of faith in hand. Though he had woken with a start at the calls of alarm, Argent had a peaceful and profound sleep. He woke both alarmed at the volcanic erruptions and calmed by the peaceful dream of the Silver Master. All was forgiven, for now.

    "O Sliver Master, Lord of Treasure, Commissioner of Corprate Compliance, hear my prayer. Help give Vexo faster feet. Faster feet that he might out run all that he chooses. He has a productive life yet to come and much to add to the community. Grant him the speed to reach his destiny."

    Silver arcs of power shot from the silvered griffon's wing in Argent's hand and struck Vexo in the feet. "There now, you should be able to keep up with us more easily."

    "Come friends, let us away," Argent called out grabbing his gear and following Satya towards the exit.

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    Having been a hair's length from death, Rukin did not dream at all. He slept the sleep of the nearly dead as his body tried it's best to recover from the beating, flaming, and all together hellish rigamoroll he had forced it through. After that restful night, Rukin would have normally woken in a fairly good mood, even with the numerous wounds he still had, but that just was not meant to be.

    The dwarf was woken by the omnious rumblings of a very pissed off mountain. Knowing what was coming without Satya's warnings, Rukin grabbed up everything he had carried with him into this godsforsaken place and readied himself to leave.

    "It's one step ahead of death wit me friends," he grumbled quietly to himself. "One mornin' I'm gonna wake up ta a fine smilin' young lass wit a glass o' cold ale in head."

    As he moved, Rukin couldn't help but laugh at himself. He knew the morning that happened would probably be the day he died. At least with all this constant danger, you could never forget you were alive.

    "Hop to it, ye lot! Unless ye want Sindra ta have the last laugh afterall. Anybody needin' me ta carry anythin?"
    "And that blockhead Rukin.. he might not be much of a thinker, but he can kill things well I suppose..." Argent: Cleric of Silver Master. ICRP Key of Destiny.

    "Well I'll be a pickled dog-turd," Rukin grunted.

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    For the first time in many weeks, Garn did not dream of his final battle with Sindra. He slept peacefully, despite the heat and hard ground. Though exhausted from the previous day's battle, it seemed as if he was finally at peace with himself and the horrible eventualities of his Test. His Magic helped win the day, and though the Lady Knight had made good her escape with a dragonlance, he felt successful. His powers were growing, and soon with but a word and a gesture known only to his kind, threats from those like her would fail miserably in the face of what he wielded. And so when he woke up with a mountain coming down around him, his mood was one of acceptance. Sadly, he was in for a surprise.

    Opening his eyes, Garn immediately grit his teeth in pain as the light seared the inside of his head, temporarily blinding him. Apart from the pain, the mage felt weakened, as if his own life force was being drained away in some sort of energy sieve. It didn't take long for him to know a fear had become realized; one nagging his kinsman Valis since their stay in Ak-Khurman . He had the disease, and would now waste away like the others. As his eyes burned with light-sensitive caused tears, the mage quickly raised the hood on his robes, shielding himself from the worst of the bright sky. Bitter irony assailed Garn, as his anger welled in contracting a disease from a heritage he didn't understand. A heritage he just might die for.

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    "Garn, can you make it?"
    "Yes," he stifled. "I'll make due."

    The Mage of the Crimson Hands quickly gathered his things, leaning heavily on his quarterstaff for support.
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    Antog had returned in time to see his friends drinking potions to ease their wounds. There was a fiery rage that boiled inside of him as he realized that he had no such potion to drink and his friends seemed to have abandoned the idea that he would be fighting in the front lines. If they were comfortable with Valis leading the charge, well... it was their skins that were on the line. He shouldn't care... yet for whatever reason he did.

    The dream that night was strange and different. He struggled with his burns, but felt like this day would mark a new dawn for him and the party.

    Antog awoke not refreshed, however, but still burned, still angry and now being told to get moving and climb out of the volcano. He signed audbily, checked to make sure that he had all his belongings (including his newly discovered breastplate) packed up, and then he silently made his way up to the rock pile that had provided them a way out, then turned back to Vexo.

    "Vexo, Hop on my shoulders and let's climb out of here."

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    Antog will wait for Vexo to decide if he wants a piggy back ride out of the volcano before he starts trying to climb up the rockslide.
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