Shadows Rise and Shadows Fall - Chapter 9
OOC Notes:
Experience is (drum roll please) 9100 for 21st level characters.
Loot
I’ll start working the books soon but for the sake of the curious reader…
Scale mail +5
+4 mighty composite longbow (+4 str) soul feeder
ring of protection +3
ring of sonic resistance, major
Crown of Corruption
Headband of Intellect +6
Bracers of Armor +8
Gloves of dexterity +6
Cloak of Charisma +6
Ring of Wizardry IV
Ring of Protection +4
Robe of eyes
Ring with 12 keys, non magical
35,600gp in various gems, cash, and objets d’arte which were interesting to hear but not important to record
Rod of Wonder
+3/+3 dire flail
+2 chain shirt of fire resistance
+5 heavy steel shield
Wand of restoration (33 charges)
Wand of arcane eye (26 charges)
Cube of frost resistance
This Week’s Adventure:
As Valanthe crept back out into the cavernous passage to the t-intersection, something was just not right. She didn’t hear anything exactly. She didn’t see anything. But something was wrong just the same. The air was moving strangely – no wait, not the air but the wispy white strands. Something was disturbing their flow. To the left there was something very very large, and to the right something smaller moved about cautiously. Just as Valanthe warned us, a blade barrier appeared behind us, cutting us off from retreat into the library.
The being that created it was now revealed in the corridor – its face, once beautiful and statuesque, was melted, cracked and burned. The wings were celestial but there were many feathers that were missing or had fallen out. Under its arm was a pockmarked and rusted brass instrument of some kind, dripping with acid. The fallen angel raised the instrument to its lips, the fangs barely hidden behind them, and sounded a mournful dirge. The music washed over us but had no immediate effect, save to better convey the creature’s sadness and sense of loss.
I was not sure if this fallen angel could be redeemed or not – Dravot offered no plea so we moved in. We knew there was something else very large around the corner, but as one we put spell, blade and arrow into the damned archon. After a flurry of attacks it was inconvenienced but not seriously injured, but in our defense, we were just getting started.
Then the other ambusher surged forward and I caught a glimpse of it – a red dragon certainly, but I’d not seen any before with two heads – another of the Queen’s mutations no doubt. One set of jaws snapped at Dravot while the other bit at the Astral Deva with us. Worse, it was still invisible after the attack. The slaad however began removing the spells protecting the dragon and it popped into full view.
The archon drew a bow and fired several arrows, notably at Bolo, Aethramyr and several at me. The arrows were elf-slayers, but while each of us were hit, we also stood firm in the face of the dark enchantment, and returned the attacks back to the archon.
The dragon heads both reared back and one blasted the corridor with fire. Just as I was thinking I’d never seen such an intense immolation, the other head then did it again. The flames destroyed the fallen angel, and the deva as well. (I remember hoping he could rejoin the hosts now.) I was the only one far enough back to completely avoid the fiery destruction, but it seemed that everyone had managed to survive it.
Unfortunately I then realized I was wrong. A metallic crash ahead drew my eye, and I saw Thorkeld fall to the ground. Flames still danced on his armor and flesh, and there was little remaining of the paladin’s body.
The only small bit of good fortune was that with the fallen angel destroyed, we could now turn our full wrath on the dragon. I for one was planning on making it suffer, and Valanthe had already slipped behind it, her Dragonbane blade in hand. But before we could do anything more, Vlaakith appeared behind the dragon and teleported away with him.
The hallway was empty now, except for the burning remains of the fallen and a feeling of powerlessness.
Dravot debated bringing Thorkeld back immediately, but it would take some minutes to accomplish the miracle. We were sure if we tried that, Vlaakith would certainly see to it that we were interrupted. So we wrapped his body quickly and placed him in the Bag of Holding. In the meantime, he can enjoy the Elysium Fields – he earned that much.
Rather than move towards the prisoners, we revised our plan. Perhaps it was instinct, perhaps it was thoroughness, perhaps just plain stubbornness. Was there something important down here? We didn’t know, but we started moving through the caverns methodically, determined to find the phylactery. Without it, we had nothing and the lich queen would continue to attack and run.
One side passage had a magical forbiddance protecting it, but the spell was so confounded by the enigmatic Valanthe, and simply gave up trying to affect her. We suppressed the effect and moved past it. Farther down was a large cavern. Stalagmites and stalagtites dotted the floor and ceiling, and there was a large central pillar of rock rising up nearly to the ceiling. Strands of rock shot off from the pillar in various directions in a way that could form only on the astral. But in the back of the cavern was a brightly glowing sphere, scintillating through every color. Occasionally a bit of the floating white webbing would brush the sphere and burst into flames.
Anything that warranted being protected by a spell of that power was surely going to be of interest to us. And that’s as far as I got before the attack.
The rock tendrils were not rock, and lashed into sudden and violent life. In an instant they were all speeding towards our group in the cavern mouth. The tentacles lashed at each of us, and I felt some of my strength fall away as it hit and I wasn’t the only one. Then, on the column of rock, the eye opened.
A roper. A roper bigger than any I’ve heard tell of. A looming, massive thing of a roper. It began to laugh.
“Hello, little insects.”
Then it cut its laughter short, and disappeared. It wasn’t invisible – I could have seen it if it had been. No, it was somehow camoflauged – hiding in the cavern. It’s ludicrous for something that large to just hide but that’s what it did, and well. Bolo suspected psionics were at work here.
A massive psionic roper. I sighed. I would have been gravely concerned, except that it called us insects. Nothing that ever did that lived very long.
I tried the old standby of Glitterdust, but the magic failed to affect the creature. Then I did the next obvious thing – I retreated. Those tentacles could quickly render us unable to move, or worse yet fling us into the prismatic sphere, so I moved back out of what I hoped was its range. The rest of the party quickly followed behind me, dropping a few destructive spells as they did. Then it reappeared, and it’s mudlike exterior hardened to look like granite, and then it disappeared again. But this time I followed it as it shifted slightly in the cavern, and I fired a volley of arrows at it. The roper howled and sweared to destroy us. True, it was unoriginal, but this thing might just do it unless we were smart.
The roper was really only half our worries. Vlaakith was out there, watching somewhere. Her and that dragon. Either one joining the fight would be a problem, and both could be fatal. Aethramyr hovered close to me to protect me, and used a quick spell on me; I wasn’t sure what it was but I’d learn later. We both knew I would need to attack that twisted roper from a distance, and he was going to make sure I got the chance to do it.
Bolo wanted to know what this creature was guarding, and asked Scorch if the sphere would extend into the ground below. Scorch said it did not, and Bolo’s outline wavered and he bent to the sleek form of a bulette and began digging under the cavern floor heading for the sphere. In no time he nosed up out of the ground and saw a jet black sarcophagus. It had no lid nor seam, just an inset carving of a circle on the top. As he got close, another warding spell detonated but Bolo resisted the compulsion to leave. Bolo called to Valanthe, who scurried down the tunnel he’d left and she examined the coffin carefully. The inscribed circle matched the arc fragment we had found earlier – a disassembled key of some kind, but we didn’t have the rest. Bolo tried to breach the sarcophagus but no spell or weapon seemed to make any impact on the black material. It was a jet black embodiment of protection that would not open by force of arms or spellcraft. Valanthe began working to deceive the coffin into giving up its prize, her unspoken hope the same as ours – that the phylactery lie inside.
So the roper was huge and powerful and psionic, but not infallible. It could not reach me down the hall, and could not fit out of the cavern. It’s psionics were powerful and it lashed out at me with concussive force several times, but I had wisely cast a mirror image and he had little luck finding the real me. But my illusory duplicates were being destroyed quickly, and it was a close thing. For my part, I was moving so quickly as to begin to blur firing arrow after arrow at the roper. Once I lost track of it as he tried to hide, but for the most part I was able to find my target, and Scorch continued to blanket the cavern with destructive spells. Then the roper re-appeared and everyone was waiting for it – Scorch disintegrated a massive chunk of the ancient beast, and Dravot put up a blade barrier in a cylinder around it, to prevent it from moving to far without suffering the whirling blades.
For a brief moment, I wondered if I could convince this unlikely ally of the githyanki that it would be better served to leave. “I’m surprised,” I said “a creature so intelligent and powerful could be so readily duped. Did the Queen tell you of us?”
It sneered back “She told me everything of you, Kayleigh.”
I laughed. “Everything? Did she really? Are you sure? Perhaps she deceived you so you would stand and fight for her, not realizing the peril.”
It was intrigued, if only for a moment. “Are you making a counter offer?”
I sighed. I didn’t think it’d be possible to bribe this creature, and the conversation seemed at a dead end. Aethramyr seemed to think so too, as he shouted “How about we offer you a quick death?”
Meanwhile behind us, my fears manifested. Vlaakith came flying around the corne, and I became glad for Aethramyr’s protection. The Queen was there, but the roper had to be dealt with and I needed to focus on it. The Queen did her level best to stop me however, and fired a black ray at me but it just hit with no effect.
The horrid wilting that followed was going to be somewhat more painful. As the spell blanketed the hallway, I felt far less pain from it than I expected as I braced for it. But as I saw him convulse from the magic, I realized that my relief was bought at the price of Aethramyr’s suffering – he had cast Shield Other and took my wounds on himself.
But there was good news – Valanthe had proven to be more creative than those that built the unbreachable sarcophagus. It was nothing short of a miracle of skill and cunning but she had convinced it to open and inside was an adamantium box. She left Bolo to retrieve it and quickly came out the tunnel.
Her pet slaad had been dropping multiple fireballs into the cavern, in the hopes of wearing down the roper. Normally vulnerable, this roper had shielded himself from fire but that defense was running out and he was looking pressed.
“Insects indeed,” I said. And I fired again. The roper just whimpered and slumped, the tentacles flailing once and then collapsing to the floor. An ignominious death for something so old, but I’ve rarely seen death be gracious.
Everyone else had been pressing the attack on the Queen, and now we attacked with renewed vigor. Valanthe snatched the crown from her head, and the Queen shrieked in outrage. She yelled to the slaad “Dulak, serve your true Queen.”
“Uh oh,” Valanthe said. “He broke contact with me. I think she has control of him now.”
One step forward, one step back. I sighed again. The slaad would have to wait. I readied a full set of four arrows on my string and let them fly but in my haste overpulled and the round was wasted as well as the spell I’d cast to make it strike true.
It was time for a new approach. It was something Dravot and I had discussed as a tactical option, and it was time to try it. Dravot erected an anti-magic field and with the deadened zone around him, he stepped close and grabbed on to Vlaakith. Now she was vulnerable, denied of enchantments and the means to escape. The only question was could we harm her under the same conditions? I wasn’t sure of the answer, but I knew Vlaakith would be terrified of it, and she was. She was in a bad way and she knew it. She never truly had control of this situation but she had lost quite any semblance of it now, and the frenzy was evident on her face as she struggled to break free of Dravot’s grasp. The strength of undeath was still with her and she wrenched free of Dravot, and wasting no further time she retreated down the hall at amazing speed.
No one was foolish enough to even consider chasing her. What had we gained? Time. Perhaps the most precious thing right now. Bolo emerged from the tunnel with the adamantium box, and Dravot looked at it carefully. After a moment he looked up and nodded.
This was it. They phylactery.
Without a word, Dravot set the box on the cavern floor and we all took a step back as Aethramyr hefted Shatterspike. He brought the blade down in a powerful overhead swing and sparks erupted as it struck the box. Cracks radiated throughout the metal where it was struck.
A second swing. Time seemed to crawl as he brought the blue crystal blade down.
Sparks erupted again, and chunks of adamantium exploded outward. Dust and bits of skin and parchment burst upward in a mushroom cloud, bursting into flame as they rose. The box suddenly aged as if a thousand years passed in a second.
From behind us, there was a huge rush of air as Vlaakith, the Lich Queen of the Githyanki, exploded into fragments of bone and dead skin and hatred.
We turned the corner moving towards her, and saw a new red dragon, freshly gated in apparently. It was charging down the hallway towards us, and then started slowing. Slower. Slower. Stopping. It cocked its head to the side.
And it smiled. It charged back into the room at the far end of the hall, and we followed and watched as it destroyed the two-headed aberration. It was an intense battle but the outcome was never really in doubt and soon the red was standing over the limp body of the offensive mutation.
After it let the second broken neck of its foe fall from its mouth, the dragon moved towards what was left of Vlaakith’s body, staring at us the entire time. The staff symbolizing the githyanki alliance with the reds lay on the floor next to the remains of the Lich Queen. We were not surprised the dragon wanted it and without any actual discussion we seemed to all tacitly agree to let the wyrm take it, provided that was all it went after.
Without taking its eyes off us, it picked up the staff in a large foreclaw, and after being sure we were not acting to stop it, it snapped the staff quickly and let the pieces fall. There was a brief flash but nothing else to suggest the true power the staff held. I’m not thrilled at helping the reds – certainly we owe them no favors. But perhaps they owe us one now.
There was still a great deal to do – search the palace, release the prisoners, and put and end to the capture of the elven souls. But for practical purposes, it was over. Vlaakith was thrown down, and the githyanki were freed from tyranny. I can only hope this time they chose to remain free rather than subject themselves to a new tyrant.