That which was lost shall soon be found
Having all the quests completed we head back to the black stone circle. There the guardians emerge and accept our token or acknowledge our success at vanquishing the foe. Except for the guardian who tasked us with the living feather. He berates us for letting the Roc King perish. He then demands that we defeat him in battle or he will not accept us as being worthy.
We try to argue our innocence in the killing of the Roc King, but the guardian does not listen.
It begins chanting as it rises into the air. Iritated the wood elf mutters something under her breath, raises her bow and without pause launches an arrow. The arrow flies straight into the eye socket of the guardian and passes clean through. The figure drops to the ground immediately and melts away into nothing. Stunned we just stare at it for a while.
The other guardians don't seem fazed at all and transform the black stone disk into a fountain of water. I drink from the fountain and everything goes black.
Nothing, yet everything seems to exist all around me. Eternity seems to pass, but it seems like just a few seconds.
Eventually we awaken on a cliffside. Below us in the valley two massive armies clash. Ancient banners of long forgotten kings and rules sway in the wind as they face off against an unending horde of worm infested undead. Massive towering worms slime their way through the ranks, giagantic centipedes spitting out swarms of worms, large numbers of spawns of Kyuss. Every horror immaginable and several more are waging war upon the defenders of all that live. It seems that we have travelled back hundreds, if not thousands of years ago to when Kyuss' armies spread across the world.
Our attention to the battle is broken by the shouts of the Druids of the Order of the Storm. They have Dragotha's phylactery and need some time to get it away from here. If they destroy it, Dragotha will surely vent his anger upon the army desperately fighting for its life. However should they escape with it, Dragotha will be unsure and withdraw from the battle. The horde of undead will falter without its general. As he quickly explains this to us, Lashonna the elven noble that aided us before. She seems to have no recollection of us at all. She vows to hold off the airborne attackers of Dragotha including several large undead dragons. As she steps off the cliff her form warps and shifts into that of an immense silver dragon that wings off to the attack. The Druids task us with holding off any others that slip by Lashonna. They then head over the ridge to deal with the phylactery.
Before we have much time to prepare as two squads of the heavily armed knights of Kyuss haul themselves to the top of the cliffside and begin their advance towards us. Xan drops a field of black tentacles upon them to buy us some more time to prepare. However, the knights launch a massive volley of necromantic blasts at our line. Xan falls to the life draining magic as several others are wracked with agony. Reinvigorating our life force we begin warding against further attacks as well as launching our own against the knights. Arrows and acidic blasts answer further necromatic assaults. I was able to complete the summoning of a greater air elemental. Under my command the elemental twirls into a potent vortex and sweeps over one of the squads, dust billowing from it obscuring most of the battlefield and giving us the time to recover from the damage we have sustained. The undead are lifted off the ground and spewed out into the valley hundreds of feet below. By the time our death wards are fully raised many our barely hanging on to life, but the knights have been dealt telling blows as well. Despite their ability to repair the damage we deal with their necromantic blasts we have been able to fell most of them.
About then two more squads of knights crawl over the cliff. With our protective wards up we are feeling much more confident in our ability to deal with them. Nallec and Slivik advance to deal with them in hand to hand combat. I advance and begin to rebuke the unholy beings.
As the tide is turning in our favor a massive serpentine mass of bones flys over the ledge and attacks Slivik snatching him in its coils. Slivik struggles in its grasp keeping it from holding him immobile, but not able to free himself. Meanwhile the knights are laying into him with their greatswords. Severely wound I move in and am able to heal him as he pulls himself free of the creatures bony coils. Unfortunately it immediately turns its attentions to me and buries me in its mass of bones. I am quickly unable to move, as it grasps my skeleton and tears it clear of my flesh. My mind reels in agony as I watch my horrified team mates deal the killing blow to my killer.
Darkness envelopes me.
I awake whole back on the storm tossed island, only now there is no storm or ruins upon it. Shaken by what seemed to have been my death I pat myself down to make sure that I indeed have all my bones. I notice that Xan is also picking himself off of the ground very much alive.
Knowing that we succeeded in buying the Druids time to get away with the phylactery we now know where they secreted it.
We try to argue our innocence in the killing of the Roc King, but the guardian does not listen.
It begins chanting as it rises into the air. Iritated the wood elf mutters something under her breath, raises her bow and without pause launches an arrow. The arrow flies straight into the eye socket of the guardian and passes clean through. The figure drops to the ground immediately and melts away into nothing. Stunned we just stare at it for a while.
The other guardians don't seem fazed at all and transform the black stone disk into a fountain of water. I drink from the fountain and everything goes black.
Nothing, yet everything seems to exist all around me. Eternity seems to pass, but it seems like just a few seconds.
Eventually we awaken on a cliffside. Below us in the valley two massive armies clash. Ancient banners of long forgotten kings and rules sway in the wind as they face off against an unending horde of worm infested undead. Massive towering worms slime their way through the ranks, giagantic centipedes spitting out swarms of worms, large numbers of spawns of Kyuss. Every horror immaginable and several more are waging war upon the defenders of all that live. It seems that we have travelled back hundreds, if not thousands of years ago to when Kyuss' armies spread across the world.
Our attention to the battle is broken by the shouts of the Druids of the Order of the Storm. They have Dragotha's phylactery and need some time to get it away from here. If they destroy it, Dragotha will surely vent his anger upon the army desperately fighting for its life. However should they escape with it, Dragotha will be unsure and withdraw from the battle. The horde of undead will falter without its general. As he quickly explains this to us, Lashonna the elven noble that aided us before. She seems to have no recollection of us at all. She vows to hold off the airborne attackers of Dragotha including several large undead dragons. As she steps off the cliff her form warps and shifts into that of an immense silver dragon that wings off to the attack. The Druids task us with holding off any others that slip by Lashonna. They then head over the ridge to deal with the phylactery.
Before we have much time to prepare as two squads of the heavily armed knights of Kyuss haul themselves to the top of the cliffside and begin their advance towards us. Xan drops a field of black tentacles upon them to buy us some more time to prepare. However, the knights launch a massive volley of necromantic blasts at our line. Xan falls to the life draining magic as several others are wracked with agony. Reinvigorating our life force we begin warding against further attacks as well as launching our own against the knights. Arrows and acidic blasts answer further necromatic assaults. I was able to complete the summoning of a greater air elemental. Under my command the elemental twirls into a potent vortex and sweeps over one of the squads, dust billowing from it obscuring most of the battlefield and giving us the time to recover from the damage we have sustained. The undead are lifted off the ground and spewed out into the valley hundreds of feet below. By the time our death wards are fully raised many our barely hanging on to life, but the knights have been dealt telling blows as well. Despite their ability to repair the damage we deal with their necromantic blasts we have been able to fell most of them.
About then two more squads of knights crawl over the cliff. With our protective wards up we are feeling much more confident in our ability to deal with them. Nallec and Slivik advance to deal with them in hand to hand combat. I advance and begin to rebuke the unholy beings.
As the tide is turning in our favor a massive serpentine mass of bones flys over the ledge and attacks Slivik snatching him in its coils. Slivik struggles in its grasp keeping it from holding him immobile, but not able to free himself. Meanwhile the knights are laying into him with their greatswords. Severely wound I move in and am able to heal him as he pulls himself free of the creatures bony coils. Unfortunately it immediately turns its attentions to me and buries me in its mass of bones. I am quickly unable to move, as it grasps my skeleton and tears it clear of my flesh. My mind reels in agony as I watch my horrified team mates deal the killing blow to my killer.
Darkness envelopes me.
I awake whole back on the storm tossed island, only now there is no storm or ruins upon it. Shaken by what seemed to have been my death I pat myself down to make sure that I indeed have all my bones. I notice that Xan is also picking himself off of the ground very much alive.
Knowing that we succeeded in buying the Druids time to get away with the phylactery we now know where they secreted it.
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