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Post by Liqcrys Wed Dec 20, 2017 8:32 pm

The characters are sitting around the fire spending one final warm night in the relative safety of Maru's Ruins. The wisps of smoke in the fire suddenly seem to slow down and freeze in mid air. The dull sound of the crackle of fire is caught in a loop and repeats itself for a moment or two before it stops completely. A knock on the heavy oaken door breaks the silence and suddenly the all is as it was. There is no need to guess who has come to the door at such a late hour. The Ancient elven mage Illithor Trissys is at the door, his flowing robes carrying in pockets of frost filled air into the room as he enters. "You take a risk coming back here while the Suluth's thrall commands the garrison. While I have no doubt you could best the poor garrison I've no doubt that word has been sent to those who have sought you these last weeks. Still the road to Shattered bridge is not as well traveled as in the past, no doubt the saboteurs from Halgreb's legions will slow word to the fiend... yet I would not linger here long." After hearing the players intention to go to the tower he begins to chant. He waves his hand and the smoke from the fire slowly forms shadows illustrating the mage's next words. "The young Lord Yojeong has oddly wintered the Dragon clan army in the shadow of the so called Dark tower and yet no camp can been seen. I see tortured and lost souls roaming the night. I see twisted Kami lurking in the woods. Even the path to Everspring is barred. These are things that ahave happened and yet are still happening now. Ahh, a royal talisman" The smoke figures shows the boy lord Yojeong in full ceremonial armor with a dragon pendant dangling from his neck. He is confronting a horned demon on a barren rock battlefield with bodies mounded and a battle raging around them. A faltering sound escapes from the boys lips..words of arcane power that none - save perhaps Shiuske or Trissys himself can comprehend. A blast of arcane energy buckles the demon but for a second and then its voice booms, "That shell will not last you long but will be a suitable host for Galwrath!" Yojeong is next seen struggling in iron chains painted in blood of his clansmen the remains of his army continues to fight in the background. The Demon is seen laughing over the defeated boy-lord as he struggles and then turns and stares through the fabric of reality directly into the room, it roars at the sage Illithor "BEGONE." and the smoke dissipates, The mage is visibly shaken. The voice was strangely familiar to Saito....An impossible name comes to mind "Dark Sora" Illithor gathers the energy to speak. " I did not know Yojeong studied wizardry, while impressive the fool should have studied harder. The servants of Galwrath are not to be taken lightly and marching into the endless abyss is madness. That the beast could see us means the gate in the watchtower is open. We have very little time, while in the abyss an eternity passes between each new moon as soon as the boy breaks we will all be in jeopardy. The infernal forces are long scheming but slow to react." He pulls a bag of silvered powder from his robes. "Seal the portal, close the door." "Illithor," the hooded figure said in a soft, melodic, feminine voice, "You speak as if to scare us one and all. A tale fit for drunk old warriors to scare young pups. This demon is like all his ilk, using tricks of the light and flame." Turning the maul in her hand, in a slow twist, she continued. "Perverting these simple elements to its will. I too can make the flames disappear or dance about, brighten or dim, yet I am no demon or angel. No, "she paused for emphasis. "I will venture forth with Saito, Tsiuke, Maru and Jof...these good souls, with Tyr's blessings to vanquish this evil." motioning to each in the party. Pulling back her hood, reveals her bright blond hair, shaved high, almost to the scalp and flipped to one side. The symbol of Tyr, mostly covering several scars on the side of her head, just above and behind her half-elven ear. "I am Dona Mizrahno, servant of Tyr, friend of the one you know as Daria. Lifting her hand, the group notices a scroll case. She quickly removes a scroll and unfurls it, and holding it out to be taken. It is clearly in Daria's handwriting but has someone else's writing above her words. "Maul or warhammer?" she says holding the maul aloft while patting the warhammer at her side. "Either is good for crushing onces enemies. Would you not agree?" She then lifts a mug of ale and toasts it, as a serving wench brings over several other mugs of ale for the party. wrote:


Jof pulled her cloak tighter to her body. The stiff and soiled wool offered little protection against the elf mage's cold words. He had confirmed what she had felt for the last week. Ever since drinking the mushroom tea at Wajahno's glade, she had sensed the kami at the edge of her senses. She could feel them move and dance whenever she invoked them. In her dreams she had met them, given them secret names and learned their imagined characters. Kūki, called to aid her and push away the strikes of opponents. Kaisai, hiding in the shadows of the firelight. Ishi, whose power seemed so deep. Hikari danced in the sparkle of people's eyes and could weave the shadows. Fuhai terrified and fascinated her, its power quietly alluring. All these spirits she had come to know, trying to understand how to manipulate their powers. At first, when they had left the glade, the kami had seemed to dance just out of sight, almost playful and curious. As they came closer to the tower, the kami's moods had darkened with the party. Jof could feel a malevolent and oppressive power near them. Now the wizard's words put all these feelings into focus. The problem was clear, but the solution was surely not as simple as it sounded. Going into the tower sounded like suicide though. She didn't share the half-elf's confidence, but gave her a welcoming nod and smile. Another woman in the party might at least give her some more company. The elves kept to themselves and while Maru had his charms he wasn't the greatest conversationalist.
"Welcome Dona," she said, "your help will be needed. Our thanks to Daria and to you."
     The others had spoken well of Daria. Her champion's aid would surely be of use, but her confident demeanor seemed out of step. How did I get myself here? she thought. She studied the old elf mage. She could almost hear the kami swirling around him. There was something in his power. Something that reminded her of a dream. A dream where a spirit had come to her, offering her power. A book? she thought. It offered me a... book?. She had taken the book and the kami had swirled over it and into it. "You will be presented my gift" Is that what the voice said?The details of the dream slipped from her mind like sand through her fingers. She shook her head to regain focus, pushing the kami from her senses. Like Sargent Puul always said, focus on the danger in front of you. Jof looked at the mage and remembered the Kami around him. Caution and respect would be needed here.

"Your honor.", she said to Ilithor, "we haven't met, but I sense the spirits flowing around you. They seem to love you. Will you not help to seal the portal? It's certain to happen with you leading the way. With us at your side we can hold off any attempts to stop us while you perform the ritual."
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"I am both to old and to frail to confront what needs be done. The ritual may be simple for one such as he.." the mage motions towards Shiuske, " though it has always been beyond my grasp. I fear I can only provide the barest of resources and this ... Yojeong appears to have led the army of 1000 dragons to their doom. Perhaps worse, the shrines of their clan will be barren for a generation as the souls lost in Spirac ...the hunting grounds of the abyss, will never find a portal to the fey realm to guide the future generations."

Illithor turns his head to the west and his eye roll back into his head. He gasps for a moment and regains himself. "He is on the high road from Shattered bridge." The smoke of the fire silently forms the grim image of Suluth in a forest clearing. All those present immediately begin preparations for leaving though perhaps only to Joss the image continues...

A figure standing in knee deep snow wearing the dark robes of the cultists fought in the stone circle is speaking to him. The cultists produces from his belt pouch and hands Suluth an amulet made of carved onyx similar in design to the dagger of the seven sisters. Suluth pulls a large Tome dripping wet and steaming from beneath his robes hands it to the cultist and drifts away atop the snow leaving no trace. The cultist's hand fumble and opens the book who pages emit a sickly green light. Kami pour out of the books open pages and begin pull wisps of the now translucent cultist into the green light. Terror paces across the cultists face as the kami pull him apart as if he were merely cotton and he is pulled within the book gone as the book falls into the snow.

A voice of dreams, echoing whispers heard only to Joff fills her head "Your prize"

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