Gfunk-JollyDoc Crossover Story Hour [Updated 4/30]

gfunk · Mar 27, 2003

Session 29
Farewell to a friend

Joachim watched as General Umarth's forces departed.

Truly magnificient! The drow, as powerful as they were, would not be prepared for such an unorthodox and potent force.

The Inquisitor felt confident returning to the Dales -- he knew that the battle plans in the south were in good hands. As Joachim prepared to cast the spell that would return him to the Temple of the Triad in Homlet, he paused.

Through the cloud of dust left by Umarth's forces came a cloaked humanoid figure. She rapidly approached, moving swiftly across the courtyard.

Joachim's curiosity turned to surprise, when the figure removed her hood.

"Joachim Dethick, I am sorry for the intrusion. However, I had to be quite careful in contacting you lest Entropy learn of our meeting."

The Inquisitor warily regarded his guest, "How did you know I was here? I told no one of my journey."

The guest ignored the Inquisitor's question and began to relate her tale.

Joachim learned of it all -- Entropy's devotion to Kiaransalee, her ownership of the Undying Temple, her continuation of the Great Revenance and, most disturbingly, the Alienist's desire to open a portal to the Far Realms.

Joachim was shocked speechless at the revelation. But what did Entropy's follower have to gain from such a confession?

"I still think the Mistress is redeemable. Please help me guide her back into sanity."

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Noir was nearly crushed by Entropy's toppling Storm Giant form. Though the Alienist was invisible, Noir had no problem noticing the large crater in the ground that had formed as a result.

The Paladin looked up at the Cathezar. Never before had she seen such a powerful creature! Without magical support from Entropy, she and Hor'ahun would likely not last long.

The Githzerai shared Noir's opinion. Hor'ahun's first thought was escape. Without thinking he ran forward, touching both Noir and Entropy's corpse. Concentrating, space began to warp around the trio as they shifted between planes.

In a panic, Hor'ahun had gone to the plane most familiar and natural to him -- the Ever-Changing Chaos of Limbo.

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The first sensations Noir and Hor'ahun felt were intense heat and burning. Though the Githzerai had attempted to arrive at his home city of Shra'kt'lor, the plane shifiting power he had manifested was notoriously erratic. Instead, they were deposited in a fire-dominant area of the plane.

Immediately recognizing their peril, Hor'ahun concentrated deeply -- trying to form a pocket of stabilized Limbo through sheer will. A large explosion of fire rocked through the area, knocking the Githzerai to his knees and ruining his attempt.

"Noir! Concentrate and try to form a stable energy pocket around us or we're all dead!!"

"What in the Nine Hells are you talking about!?"

The continuing roar of flames drowned out Hor'ahun's reply. Trying to heed her friend's advice, the Paladin concentrated.

The area around the pair began to cool as the fire surrounding them was displaced. Into the pocket flowed other elements -- breathable air as well earth for them to stand upon.

"Good for you Noir. It's very rare that a visitor to Limbo has the willpower to form a stabilized pocket."

"Thanks, but what are supposed to do with THIS," Noir gestured towards Entropy's massive corpse. "I'm no weakling, but I don't fancy lugging around a corpse of this size. What should we do with it?"

Hor'ahun's brow furrowed as he considered the possibilities. He wanted to return his friend to Joachim for resurrection but Noir was clearly correct, there was no way they could carry her all the way to Shra'kt'lor.

"Here's one idea. I think the only thing Joachim needs to raise Entropy is a small part of her body. So why don't we just gather up her belongings and remove one of her fingers?"

"Sounds like a plan. By the way how far is Shrek . . . Shr'ak . . .Shrok . . ."

"Shra'kt'lor. Funny thing in Limbo -- distances are pretty much random. It's not based on how far your destination is, but how well you know it."

"So how well do you know this city?"

"Not too well, I haven't visited it in decades."

"Wonderful."

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Floating in the Abyss as one of its infinite petitioners, Entropy was fuming.

What in the Revenancer's name was that thing that attacked her? It looked like a Marilith, but its effortless manipulation of chains reminded her of a Kyton.

Her main concern, however, was her present fate. She hoped that Hor'ahun and Noir had defeated the creature or, at least, escaped with her corpse.

She was not looking forward to spending centuries as a lowly mane.

As her thoughts drifted, Entropy felt a strong, familiar pull. Finally, someone was trying to raise her from the dead!

But this time, it was different. The person trying to bring her back was not Joachim, but someone called the Cathezar. And it was clear that the divine magic of her 'savior' was demonic in origin.

Perhaps it was a fellow follower of Kiaransalee?

Entropy looked at the path to her resurrection and wondered if she should heed the call.

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After several hours of forced marching, Hor'ahun and Noir reached the Githzerai city. Since it was the Paladin's first visit to a planar metropolis, Hor'ahun did most of the talking.

The pair found lodging in a rather crowded inn and the following day returned to the Prime once again.

Just as when they shifted to Limbo, the spell left them miles away from Homlet -- their desired destination. Their travel time was greatly shortened after Joachim contacted both of them.

"Hor'ahun, where are you? I have an urgent matter to discuss. Please give me your location and I will retrieve you."

The Githzerai responded with a visual image of his current location and, within minutes, the wispy form of his companion appeared before him.

"Good to see you again Joachim, we've got some serious problems. We ran into . . ."

Joachim quickly cut Hor'ahun off, "Where is Entropy?"

"Here," the Gith held up the Alienist's finger.

Both Noir and Hor'ahun were quite confused by the obviously relieved expression on Joachim's face.

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Noir couldn't believe her ears.

"Are we talking about the same Entropy . . . the sorcerer who brought us back to the Temple of the Triad for resurrection? The same person who saved our lives countless times?"

"Yes, I'm afraid it's true."

Hor'ahun also remained incredulous, "What evidence do you have?"

"I cannot say, but I will tell you that it is from inside Entropy's organization. My source thought that Entropy could be redeemed, though from what I have told you, it seems impossible. I agree with you Noir that Entropy has been a good and trustworthy friend. But she has gone over the line this time. Not only has she pledged herself to a goddess of undeath, but has dedicated her life to opening a portal to the Far Realms which would end life on Faerun."

"There is more," Noir chimed in, "Entropy offered me a path to power where I could forsake my Paladinhood. She said that she was the head of an organizatoin that would allow this. After the information that Joachim provided, it seems that the Chruch of Kiaransalee was the source of that power."

Joachim sighed deeply and produced a magnificent diamond from his belongings.

"This is the required material component to bring Entropy back to life. Although I promised her I would do so, I cannot in good conscience. This will surely require an antonement on my part, but I'm sure Tyr will understand. What do you say?"

Hor'ahun nodded as the Inquisitor spoke, "I have been on your plane but for a few years. In this time, I have pledged myself to your cause of recovering Cormyr. Entropy has taken everything we worked so hard for and has stabbed us in the back! All that we have struggled for recently has been for naught. I say she stays dead."

Noir alone had some reservations, "Is there no hope of reform? Perhaps she could be imprisoned."

"No, you have seen Entropy's power," replied Joachim, "she can do as she pleases. If I bring her back, I doubt that any of us will have the power to contain her for long."

Sadly, Noir conceded the point and nodded.

"It is decided then."

Walking to the fireplace, Joachim tossed Entropy's finger, the sole link to her material existence, into the flames.

gfunk · Apr 3, 2003

Session 30
"Entropy's replacement"

For the next several days, Joachim, Hor’ahun, and Noir made plans for their final assault on the Undying Temple. Ironically, their decision not to resurrect Entropy had probably made their task significantly easier as the cult of Kiaransalee was robbed of yet another leader.

As they drew up their battle plans, the High Inquisitor considered telling his companions of the undead army, led by General Umarth, approaching Cormyr from the south. Ideally, Joachim hoped to time their attack on the Undying Temple with the Knights of the Undying Dragon. Though he trusted his friends implicitly, he decided that it would probably be for the best if he remained silent. If any of them was to be captured and tortured by the Kiarnasalites, he did not want to chance that his friends would be forced to reveal this crucial piece of information.

Their objective was to destroy the orb at the center of the Undying Temple itself, rather than attempt to eliminate its myriad inhabitants. After extensive consultations with High Justice Darius, the group had learned that channeling sufficient positive energy into the orb could destroy it. While Joachim and Hor’ahun held off attackers, Noir would call on the Red Knight to destroy the sphere. The only question was if they could survive long enough for the paladin to pull it off.

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On the morning of their departure, the Inquisitor awoke first. As always, he began his morning with a prayer to the lord of justice. Just as he completed the ritual, he heard a loud rapping on his door.

“Enter.”

A young acolyte entered and bowed low. “High Inquisitor, there is a guest who is requesting to see you.”

“So early? Who is it?”

“Forgive me Inquisitor, but he would not give his name. And, if I may be so bold, he does not look to be the reputable type.”

“I understand, tell him that I will meet him in a few moments.”

“Yes, sir.”

Quickly donning his full plate with the help of an attendant, Joachim strode towards the temple foyer. Curiously, there was no visitor to be found. He exited the building and saw a young man with close-cropped blond hair. Wrapped in a dark cloak, he wore leather armor and a short sword scabbard hung loosely at his side. He arched an eyebrow at the cleric approaching him.

“High Inquisitor Dethick?”

“I am. What can I do for you?”

“High Inquisitor, my name is Nurn. I would like to speak to you and your companions, especially the one called Entropy. Is she available?”

The bluntness of the question caught Joachim totally off guard and, by his expression, Nurn quickly concluded that something was amiss, “I take it she is indisposed at the moment?”

“I am afraid that she is deceased.”

The blonde man frowned, “This is most unfortunate, though I take it that you will resurrect her in the near future?”

This time, Joachim’s expression betrayed nothing, “I’m afraid not. Her crimes were grave and I will not be party to subjecting Toril to her madness once again.”

Nurn let out a long sigh, “I see there is much that we need to discuss. May I have a moment of your time, High Inquisitor?”

“Of course, though it would be more comfortable in my personal quarters,” Joachim gestured towards the Temple and began ascending the stairs. Nurn did not follow.

“Forgive me Inquisitor, but I am uncomfortable in such . . . holy places. Perhaps we could continue this conversation outside?”

Joachim immediately became suspicious, but dismissed it. Who would be foolish enough to attack him in plain view of dozens of powerful clerics? “As you wish.”

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“The being which slew Entropy is known as the Cathezar. She is a tremendously powerful assassin, known and feared throughout the Abyss. The Cathezar is a servant of Aameul, an abyssal lord. Why do you suppose he would send one of his most valued retainers to attack you?”

Joachim snorted derisively, “Over the course of the last few years we have made our share of enemies. Where to begin? We slew Lolth’s daughter Laveth in the Demonweb Pits. We killed Irae T’ssaren, the Chosen of Kiaransalee. The list is endless!”

“What do you know of the great druid Dydd?”

Joachim paused for a moment to consider his words, “That name is familiar to me. She was the slayer of the Great Wyrm Nalavara, correct? Though Nalavara has long since been banished from the Prime, her heart was apparently a source of power for her mortal agents. We slew the vampire wizard Gulthias, who was trying to create a cult in the Wyrm’s name.”

“Intriguing. Would it surprise you to know that Entropy is a direct descendent of Dydd?”

The shocked expression on Joachim’s face was priceless.

“What!! How can such a foul, untrustworthy woman be related to so noble a hero? You must be mistaken!”

Nurn shook his head, “I’m afraid not. You see, the Cathezar believes Entropy to be the last living descendent of Dydd. For some reason, the Cathezar is trying to appropriate your sorcerer friend for her master Aameul. Though I know not exactly the reason why, I have heard that it is to ‘tame the wyrm.’ Perhaps the beast the Cathezar referred to was this Nalavara.”

Joachim’s eyes narrowed with suspicion, “Who are you Nurn? Why do you tell me this?”

“Yes, I must earn your trust. My liege is known as Hethradiah and he is opposed to Aameul in this matter. More I cannot say, for I have vowed never to reveal my master’s true identity.”

“You come out of nowhere and weave this fantastical story and expect me to believe you?”

“If you doubt my word, you may commune with your deity. He will assuredly verify the veracity of the words I have spoken,” a smile crossed Nurn’s face as he continued, “You may also wish to inquire about ‘The Bastion of Unborn Souls.’ I have heard the Cathezar mention this term, though I know not what it means.”

“You have given me much to think about Nurn, shall we meet again tonight? Though you have told me much, there is much more information I require.”

“So be it.”

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Before consulting his companions. Joachim returned to his quarters in order to commune with Tyr. As Nurn had predicted, the god of justice verified all of the blonde man’s claims. Disquietingly, questions about the Bastion of Unborn Souls, Aameul, or Hethradiah were met with complete silence. Joachim found this most disconcerting, as Tyr had never before failed to answer a question. However, Tyr felt that Nurn could be trusted, insofar as this affair was concerned.

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“What the hell! Are you actually suggesting that we resurrect Entropy anyway,” the Githzerai regarded Joachim with an expression of incredulity.

“Yes, I’m afraid that Nurn’s statements are correct. If we do not return Entropy to life then, sooner or later, she will be collected by agents of Aameul. Though I have never heard of this creature, he must be powerful indeed if Tyr cannot provide me with information about it.”

“So are we to protect Entropy then,” Noir queried, “or do we imprison her?”

“That remains to be seen. Entropy is very well-versed in extraplanar lore, perhaps she will be able to make sense of this dilemma better than we.”

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That night, the trio of adventurers left the temple and saw Nurn waiting for them.

“So what have you decided?”

“Your words are true, Nurn. We will bring back Entropy. But we do it only to prevent her from falling into Aameul’s clutches, not out of sympathy. But we cannot do it here. I refuse to resurrect that . . . woman in so sacred a place. Let us move outside of Homlet.”

As they exited the town walls and moved deep into the forest, Hor’ahun warily regarded their new companion. Though he had never seen him before, the Githzerai found something very odd and very disturbing about Nurn but he could not put his finger on it.

“What makes you think resurrecting Entropy is a good idea? She has betrayed us thoroughly, why wouldn’t she simply throw in her lot with Aameul?”

Nurn’s normally passive countenance briefly turned to irritation at the Githzerai’s question. “Yes, that is the way of the Githzerai is it not? Philosophy in the face of crisis. Speculation in the wake of disaster. Your kind sit in your monasteries looking for a truth that will never be found. Suffice it to say that the gravity of this situation requires immediate action and not worthless conjecture.”

Taken aback by Nurn’s belligerent response, Hor’ahun said nothing.

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Nurn, Hor’ahun, and Noir stood in a semi-circle as Joachim began casting the spell to bring Entropy back. This was one of Tyr’s greatest gifts – it restored life to a being even without a body. Normally reserved for heroes of the faith, Joachim regretted using it under such circumstances.

A brilliant golden tower of light appeared from the sky as Entropy’s body reformed before their eyes.

Blinking, the Alienist stood once again, totally naked but unabashedly looking at her companions. She smiled as her eyes locked with each of them. When she reached Nurn, she grunted, “What, is this guy my replacement?”

gfunk · Apr 9, 2003

Session 31
Reunited and it feels so good

As Entropy donned her gear, Joachim related Nurn’s tale and the scant information that he had divined from Tyr.

“The Cathezar, eh? I guess I should be flattered that I am worthy of an assassin of her caliber,” Entropy concluded.

“What do you mean?”

“The Cathezar is one of the few beings that is universally feared in the Lower Planes. She is actually part demon and devil, combining the most favorable traits of both races. Her skill is so renowned, in fact, that she actually has her own cult following. The real question is, why me? Clearly, Lolth sent the drow and demonic pair to do me in, someone else must have sent the Cathezar.”

“I believe I can answer that question,” Nurn stepped forward. “My name is Nurn and I have provided your companions with much of the information that they have given you. The Cathezar hunts you because you are a descendent of Dydd, the great druid. Though I did not know it, the Inquisitor informed me that she single-handedly slew the great wyrm Nalavara. The Cathezar’s master, the abyssal lord Aameul, wants to appropriate you so that he may tame the wyrm.”

“Aameul? Is this an abyssal lord of any worth? I would guess so, for employing the Cathezar cannot be cheap. But I have never heard of this particular noble,” the Alienist replied.

“The Abyss is infinite, Entropy. It contains more than you can possibly now. Suffice it to say, Aameul is indeed powerful.”

Entropy shrugged, “So what’s the big deal here? The Cathezar caught me unaware and scored a few lucky hits. If all of us joined forces I am confident we could take her down in short order . . .” Entropy paused, seeing the expression of irritation of Joachim’s face.

“What?”

“We know Entropy, all of us know everything.”

“What in the world are you babbling about?”

“We know about the portal to the Far Realms!!! AND the Undying Temple! AND Kiaransalee!! You’ve stabbed us in the back you bitch!!! The only reason I brought you back was because we couldn’t afford to let you fall into Aameul’s hands,” screamed Joachim.

For the first time in memory, Entropy was struck speechless.

The priest of Tyr continued, “Do not bear any illusions that we are still comrades, Alienist! What we may do together in the next few days is simply a product of necessity. Afterwards, you WILL pay for your crimes!”

Entropy looked to both Noir and Hor’ahun whose expressions revealed that they shared Joachim’s sentiments. It was now her turn to turn red with anger, “WHAT!!! Who told you this!”

“Suffice it to say that someone in your organization has a shred of decency left.”

In a rage, Entropy produced a dagger from the folds of her robes and pointed the tip at her throat, “Fool! You need me alive more than I need you. Were I to die, the Revenancer would simply make me that much more powerful as one of her undead champions. If you do not tell me the name of the traitor, then I will pay a personal visit to this Aameul!”

“STOP!”

All eyes fell on Nurn, who held up his hand, “This pointless bickering will get us nowhere! Inquisitor, of all people I thought that at least you could put aside your petty hatred for the good of Faerun. If we fail here, and Aameul has his way, the power structure in the Abyss will drastically shift. Soon afterwards, you can be assured that drow will be the least of your problems. And you Entropy, you are the biggest fool of all! Do you honestly think that you, a mere mortal, could bargain from a superior position with a demon lord! Aameul needs you for only one task – afterwards he would revel in your eternal torment!”

For a few seconds, an uncomfortable silence lingered as the truth of Nurn’s words sunk in.

Joachim spoke first, “Yes, our feud must be set aside . . . for now. We must return to the Temple of the Triad quickly, lest the Cathezar catch us in a compromising position.”

Entropy lowered her dagger, “I know of a far more secure location.”

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“Here you can see the evidence. I told all of you that my companions did not need to be turned into Revenants. They would gladly join us willingly!”

Though Hor’ahun and Nurn looked uncomfortable, Noir and Joachim looked ready to vomit in disgust at the scene before them.

“A demon lord named Aameul has seen it fit to assassinate me. Naturally, he sent his best to do the job. Though the Cathezar failed in her first attempt, there will be others. For this reason all of you need to be extra vigilant. My companions and I will track, slay and animate this assassin, but we require your protection in the interim.”

After the congregated group of assorted undead, drow, driders, and sundry abominations had dispersed, the Alienist once again regarded her companions.

Entropy had suggested that “her” Undying Temple was the safest place to hide. Not only was it crawling with the most powerful of her minions, but the Temple itself was a sentient structure which could easily identify potential intruders. Though the Paladin and Inquisitor had vehemently objected, practicality eventually won the day. As distasteful as it would be, even they had to concede that the Cathezar would have to be suicidal to attack them in such a place.

But now, after Entropy addressed her minions in front of them, they were having second thoughts.

“I am quite tired. Before we continue, perhaps a good night’s rest is in order. Joachim, I have made special preparations for you. You may sleep in Irae’s personal chambers . . . I’ll even get her iron golem to guard you in case you have any nightmares.”

Fuming, the Inquisitor marched out of the Temple with Noir, “Thanks for your hospitality, wench. But we would prefer to camp outside for tonight.”

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The next day, Noir and Hor’ahun did their best to describe the Cathezar, though their intelligence was limited since they did not actually engage the assassin in combat. With her knowledge of demons and devils, Entropy did her best to fill in the details.

Noir suggested a bold strategy, “It seems plain to me that this Cathezar can strike us whenever and wherever she pleases. She could come at a particularly inopportune time, like after a major battle when we are weak and depleted. The only reasonable course of action seems to track her down first and seize the advantage!”

Hor’ahun nodded his consent, “Between Joachim, Entropy and myself we could certainly load up on every conceivable magical and psionic enhancement. We would be fighting at our peak – if this is not enough, then I really don’t see how we stand a chance if the Cathezar ambushes us on her own terms.”

After a lengthy debate regarding the tactical specifics, it was decided that Entropy first scry on the Cathezar to see if the assassin could be remotely located. Following this, she, Hor’ahun and Joachim would cast as many defensive spells on the party that they could. Then, Entropy would open a gate to the Astral Plane and, from there, open a second gate to the Cathezar’s current location.

All agreed to the plan, including Nurn, and Entropy commenced with her scrying. To the sorcerer’s surprise, she was able to pinpoint the assassin on her first attempt. The Cathezar seemed to be reading a scroll of some sort but, due to the demon’s immense size, it was difficult to make out much detail of her surroundings.

“I have a fix on her, let’s begin – quickly!”

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Unfortunately, what Entropy failed to appreciate was what happened after her scrying sensor disappeared. The Cathezar, ever vigilant, had noticed the attempted divination and began to prepare accordingly. Not only was her lair warded against attempted incursions from the outside, but it was also a veritable death trap for those who managed to enter.

In preparation, the assassin began casting a series of powerful abjurations on herself.

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Positively glowing with magic, the party quickly stepped through Entropy’s gate and into the Astral Plane. As she opened the second one, directly into the Cathezar’s abode, all could see the assassin’s snake like trunk writhing in anticipation.

Fearlessly, Joachim ran through followed immediately by Hor’ahun, Noir, Nurn, and Entropy.

As the Inquisitor emerged first, he could see that the Cathezar was ready for them. In her six arms she held a massive length of spiked chain. Joachim knew he had to seize the initiative quickly.

Waiting a few moments for his companions to join him, Joachim held his charge. The wait stretched to 2 seconds, 3, 4, 5. After nearly 10 seconds of inaction, the cleric found that he was here by himself – his companions were nowhere to be found!

Joachim turned his gaze on the Cathezar but heard the rattle of chains all around him. The assassin laughed, “Perhaps your friends got lost on the way.”

Before he could charge, dozens of chains hanging from the walls simultaneously animated through the Cathezar’s magic and all headed directly for the Inquisitor.

gfunk · Apr 13, 2003

Session 32
Paths divided

As was discussed before in the battle plan, each party member was absolutely loaded with defensive spells. Joachim was no exception, not only did his powerful cloak displace him from his true location but he also was the recipient of abjurations from both Entropy and Hor’ahun.

The Cathezar hardly seemed to notice.

The approximately two dozen spiked chains on the wall slammed into the Inquisitor with uncanny accuracy. After a few seconds, the chains quickly retracted revealing a bloodied and battered Joachim clinging to life.

The demon sneered at him, “I’m terribly sorry human, but you are an uninvited guest. Kindly move out of the way, so that my other guests may arrive.” With a blindingly fast flick of her thickly muscled tail, the Cathezar seized the cleric and began squeezing with all her might.

His rib cage nearly collapsing under the pressure, Joachim knew that there was no hope for him to continue this battle. In a matter of seconds, this demon would send him to the bosom of Tyr. Though in incredible pain, he managed to concentrate long enough to complete a Word of Recall spell. In a flash, Joachim returned to the Temple of the Triad in the Homlet – alive, but with a new appreciation for this assassin’s power.

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Entropy, Hor’ahun, Noir and Nurn found themselves in a smallish stone chamber, which bore no resemblance whatsoever to what they had seen in the Gate.

“What the hell is this?”

Nurn nodded in appreciation, “A redirection spell of some sort. I should’ve expected as much from the Cathezar. She did not reach her vaunted position as Amaeul’s right hand by carelessness.”

As if on cue, the trap was sprung. The entire area was suffused with a powerful abjuration that dispelled many powerful defensive enhancements on the heroes. Immediately afterward, the room was filled with a blast of bone-numbing cold that damaged everyone.

In the from of a specter, Entropy noticed Joachim’s disappearance. “It seems that our beloved Inquisitor is nowhere to be seen. Which means that he probably made it to the Cathezar . . . by himself. Well, if he could do it, it is certainly worth trying again!”

As before, Entropy tried to open a Gate directly to the Cathezar.

Not wanting to make the same mistake twice, Hor’ahun nocked several arrows and fired through the Gate at the serpentine demon. Though his shots were true, the Cathezar’s body was constantly in flux shifting between the Prime and Ethereal planes, the arrows caught his foe while she was in the Ethereal plane and bounced harmlessly off the wall.

Made of bolder stuff, Nurn and Noir charged through and stood before their foe.

“Welcome to my abode!”

The chains adorning the wall animated once again as they streaked towards the pair. Since the Cathezar had to divide her attacks, the blows were not quite as devastating. Noir clenched her teeth in pain as the chains smashed against her, but was surprised to note that her colleague did not seem to be very bothered. In fact, many of the chains either harmlessly bounced off Nurn or simply left light wounds. Who was this Nurn anyway?

Before Noir could contemplate the question further, the Cathezar released a burst of unholy energy dazing both warriors.

Seeing that Hor’ahun did not go through the portal, Entropy went through it herself – effectively sealing it. Seeing that both of her companions had been temporarily incapacitated by the Cathezar, she decided to summon help. Gesturing quickly, a radiant golden Gate opened behind the Cathezar.

Through the portal stepped a luminous humanoid figure with lithe but powerful muscles and gleaming white wings, holding a very large greatsword. It was a Solar, the most powerful celestial of the Upper Planes.

Of course, it was an incredible understatement to say that the magnificent Solar did not appreciate being called to do an evil sorcerer’s bidding, but as powerful as he was, he had little choice in the matter. With expert skill and precision, the celestial rained blow after blow upon the Cathezar aiming for her neck so that his decapitating vorpal sword could do its work.

As with Hor’ahun’s arrow, the first blow went harmlessly through the Cathezar. Recognizing the power of her new enemy the assassin immediately went on the defensive but suffered a large gash to her shoulder nonetheless.

Sandwiched between Entropy and the Solar, the Cathezar knew that this situation did not favor her. Concentrating, to avoid a potentially beheading strike, she teleported out of the room.

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Appearing in his quarters in the Temple of the Triad, Joachim’s wounds quickly created a red puddle on the floor. Ignoring his injuries for now, the cleric knew that he had to extricate his friends from the Cathezar’s lair. He had no idea where they were, but it was likely no better than the plight he had been placed in.

Rifling through his pouches, he produced a small bracelet with several beads, each of which was keyed to one of his companions. When broken, a bead immediately teleported the designated individual to the summoner’s location. Joachim knew that his friends could resist if they wanted to – likely only if they had the upper hand against the Cathezar – but otherwise they would immediately appear.

Removing the beads designated for Hor’ahun and Noir, the Inquisitor shattered them both.

Noir, who was currently dazed and facing the most powerful demon she had ever known hardly needed convincing to leave – she teleported back to the Temple of the Triad.

Hor’ahun, alone in a stone room in the middle of nowhere similarly had no compelling reason to stay and returned as well.

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The Solar stared at Entropy with a gaze of pure hatred, “You will pay for summoning me mortal! Even the greatest of Heaven’s champions may not call on me when they are in peril. Yet you have the gall to compel me to fight your battles? Your arrogance will not go unpunished!!”

“Wish her back.”

“What!?”

“You heard me Solar, wish the Cathezar back!”

Seeing that he would have to back up his words with actions later, the Solar complied. Attuning himself to the Weave, he tried to grasp the form of the Cathezar and wrench her back to his location. Though the Solar’s spell was mighty, the demon’s resistance to magic was mightier still and nothing happened.

“It cannot be done.”

“Unfortunate. Then your service to me is concluded.”

The celestial’s eyes narrowed, his visage becoming one of pure anger. The sight would send most mortals running for their lives. “Remember my words sorcerer. You will pay.”

“Right, right, whatever. Piss off angel-boy, I’m the descendant of Dydd.”

After the Solar’s departure, Nurn threw in his two cents, “It seems that your valiant comrades have chosen to retreat. There was a very small window of opportunity where we could have defeated the Cathezar but it has passed. I suggest you get us both out here before she returns.”

“I can’t.”

“WHAT!?”

“Opening Gates isn’t like casting Magic Missiles Nurn. I can only do it so many times each day.”

“Well, in that case, we had best find the exit quickly.”

Nurn quickly moved around the room looking for doors, when Entropy’s words stopped him, “Look at this place. It is a veritable treasure trove of information. All those scrolls and that desk. Who knows what secrets the Cathezar may have. Nurn, though I can’t open a Gate I have a more . . . random method of getting us and all of these goodies out of here.”

“What would that be?”

“Don’t resist,” with that Entropy opened a tear in reality in the middle of the Cathezar’s abode. The resultant vacuum pulled the entire contents of the room into the hole, followed by Entropy and Nurn.

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Seeing that his friends were back safely, Joachim broke his final bead which was designated for Entropy – but the Alienist did not appear.

Confused, Joachim wondered what was going on. Whenever he had used this item, no one had ever failed to appear. This meant Entropy was either dead or had decided not to come back.

The cleric cast a spell to heal all of his comrades and quickly turned to talk to them, “My friends, Entropy is either dead or beyond our reach. This is the perfect opportunity for us to destroy the Undying Temple! All of us already have our most powerful spells up – and Entropy’s as well!! Without their mistress those undead fools cannot possibly stand up to us. Let us do as High Justice Darius advised – Noir you try to channel enough positive energy to destroy the Orb and Hor’ahun and I will cover you. When we are done, Hor’ahun can plane shift us all out. What do you say?”

The Githzerai needed no convincing, “I’m in. I owe those undead bastards some serous payback!”

“Are you sure this is a good idea Joachim? I mean Entropy may still be fighting the Cathezar. Shouldn’t we try to help her,” only Noir had reservations.

“Don’t worry about it. Even if Entropy dies, I can bring her back without her body. If we can destroy the Undying Temple, she will no longer have an advantage over us. We will truly be equal partners, united in goal. Besides, if we don’t take it out then the armies of the Dales could be slaughtered by the Great Revenance.”

“Yes, I suppose you’re right. Onward then, for the Red Knight!!”

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In a hurry to return to the Undying Temple, Joachim did not reach an alternative conclusion as to why Entropy did not respond to his summons.

She was no longer on the Prime Material Plane . . .

gfunk · Apr 17, 2003

Return to the Undying Temple and Disco Nirvana[Part 1]

Unlike their previous foray into the Undying Temple, the heroes took extraordinary precautions. Knowing that they would face a battery of powerful necromantic magic from the Temple itself as well as its undead denizens, Joachim warded his companions appropriately.

“Remember that our goal is to destroy the tower itself. Noir, my task as well as Hora’hun’s is simply to buy you enough time to destroy the Negative Energy Orb that forms the heart of the temple. Do not become distracted by anything else.”

Hor’ahun and Noir nodded their consent as Joachim chanted and brought into being his most powerful spell. By the direct intervention of the god of justice, the trio was transported into the heart of the Undying Temple.

Standing on one of the many platforms overlooking the central orb of the Temple, the party did not immediately notice any of the structure’s myriad inhabitants. The Temple, a sentient construct and unware of their hostile intent, contacted them telepathically, “So you return. Where is the mistress?”

Taking the structure by surprise, the party sprung into action. Noir pulled forth her holy symbol and, invoking the Red Knight, began channeling positive energy into the orb. Hor’ahun nocked an arrow as he waited for reinforcements and Joachim summoned three viscious celestial dire bears to take care of melee combatants.

With the element of surprise, things were looking up for the champions of good.

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Nurn hit the cold, metallic ground first, sliding dozens of feet on the smooth surface before coming to a stop. Only his phenomenal dexterity saved him from being crushed by the various bookshelves and massive wooden desk that followed him through the rift immediately afterwards.

Coming through the portal in the form of a spectre, Entropy was unaffected by the powerful vacuum. As she did so, she created a large, hemispherical force wall to prevent the Cathezar’s valuable possessions from being scattered even further.

Nurn stood and examined his surroundings. The ground was extremely smooth and seemed to be constructed of bronze. In the distance, he saw various cogs spinning in space – some connected to other gears and some rotating independently. On some of thse massive platforms Nurn saw huge mountains of earth which supported numerous buildings of strikingly alien design.

“Where are we?”

Entropy took a brief glance around as well, “Welcome to Mechanus, Nurn. The Clockwork Nirvana. Considering all the places that we could have winded up, we are fortunate indeed to have been sent to such a benign plane. Now we can sort through the Cathezar’s belongings at our leisure.”

The blonde man gave the spectre and incredulous look, “You’re joking, right? That bitch will not likely let us sort through her things for long before she comes to reclaim them, along with our hides!”

As her formed shifted to that of a Pit Fiend complete with its amazing regenerative properties, Entropy frowned, “Yes I suppose you’re right. Well, let us prepare for her coming shall we?”

Nurn unsheathed his sword while Entropy cast a spell which caused her hand to glow menacingly, “Yes, I think we can give the Cathezar the time of her life.”

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An immediate and loud telepathic alarm triggered throughout the entire Undying Temple as the structure realized what the intruders were attempting to do. Before forces could come to aid it however, the Temple decided to take proactive measures to ensure its survival. Reaching out to the Revenancer’s lair in the Abyss, the Temple summoned a massive demon. Known simply as a Ghour, it was gifted with a vast array of magical abilities.

Fully cognizant of the threat that the positive-energy channeling paladin posed, the Temple commanded the Ghour to take care of her. Without hesitation, the demon opened up an extra-dimensional maze around Noir into which the paladin abruptly disappeared.

Responding too late, Joachim and his dire bears closed quickly on the demon, tearing it to ribbons before it could inflict further harm. However, this victory was a pyrrhic one – without the paladin, Hor’ahun and Joahcim would have to hold off the defenders for much longer.

As this realization set in, sounds of movement were heard as the Temple’s protectors moved in to dispatch the invaders.

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Seconds after Nurn and Entropy left her chambers, the Cathezar teleported back in. She looked about the remains of her quarters in rage and frustration. Though much of her belongings were of little material worth, she knew that she could not let her research regarding her master Aameul nor her personal journal fall into the descendant of Dydd’s hands. Though she could have easily resisted the pull of the raging maelstrom, she voluntarily entered it.

Appearing in Mechanus, the Cathezar was taken aback as Nurn and what was apparently a Pit Fiend seemed to be awaiting her arrival. The Pit Fiend, its hand aglow with some arcane spell, touched the assassin and the magic discharged. At that moment, the Cathezar realized that her ability to flux randomly from the Prime to the Ethereal (and thus avoid physical attacks) had been eliminated the second she entered one of the Outer Planes of the Great Wheel.

At first, Entropy's spell seemed to have no effect but the assassin suddenly felt the strangest compulsion. Her battle frenzy subsided as she felt an overwhelming urge to dance and gyrate. Inexplicably she raised her hands in the air and began to seductively writhe her snake-like body. While Nurn looked on in disbelief, Entropy mocked the dancing Cathezar, “Dance, my angel of darkness! DANCE FOR ME!!”

Knowing full well that the assassin could not dodge, Entropy summoned forth a cone of sonic energy – directing it fully into the Cathezar’s face. The demon screamed in pain as the cacophonic blast hit her full force.

“Don’t just stand there gawking Nurn! Gut her!!!”

Snapped out of his stupor, Nurn lowered his sword and concentrated. To Entropy’s surprise, the unmistakable aura of arcane magic appeared around Nurn as he projected a powerful necromantic death spell.

However, the idea that this battle could be quickly ended were quickly dispelled when Nurn’s spell utterly failed to affect the still-dancing Cathezar.

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The first thing Joachim and Hor’ahun noticed were the loss of all their magical and psionic auras and the abrupt disappearance of the Inquisitor’s summoned celestial dire bears. The source of this disruption silently moved through the floor as it directed its anti-magic eye on the pair. This creature, called Doomsphere, was actually the ghost of a beholder. The heroes had not faced this beast in their first foray into Irae T’ssaren’s stronghold, but Entropy’s subsequent consolidation orders had brought it to the forefront of this battle. Both the Inquisitor and Psychic Warrior rapidly moved out of the area as Hor’ahun was hit with a withering ray of necromantic energy.

Hoping that his luck would hold, Joachim brought a powerful column of divine fire on top of the beholder and was relieved to see it dissipate. As this occurred, and the dire bears re-appeared, the pair heard the casting of divine spells in the stairs above them. Though they could not see them yet, Flenser the draegeloth-priestess of Kiaransalee and Dorina T'ssaren were in the process of augmenting their already impressive battle prowess before engaging their foes.

Below them, they also heard foes rapidly moving up the stairs to approach them. Among this lot included, Jhorganni a drider vampire priestess of Kiaransalee with her pet Grey Render. Beside her was Zedarr T’ssaren, the blackguard son of Irae along with his companion – a huge displacer beast. Providing magical support for the group was Umaerh, the drow sorcerer-lich.

Joachim and Hor’ahun moved up the stairs to take on Flenser while Joachim sent his dire bears below to take care of the opposition.

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"You idiot! I don’t need you to use your pathetic spells! Slice her to ribbons, damn you!”

Lifting his short sword, Nurn tried to stab the Cathezar but she was still able to defend herself admirably despite her dance. Similarly, Entropy found that her foe’s resistance to magic was still very active as only half of her damaging spells were getting through.

Nevertheless, between Nurn’s sword and Entropy’s spells the Cathezar was rapidly approaching death. Finally, with a tremendous expenditure of willpower, the demon managed to break free of Entropy’s enchantment. Knowing that she would die quickly, the assassin immediately teleported away.

“DAMN IT!! If you hadn’t wasted time with that Finger of Death, the Cathezar would be lying in a pool of her own blood right now!”

Nurn was righteously indignant, “Well maybe if you had told me what you were doing, I wouldn’t have to improvise. It was YOUR lack of foresight that allowed her to escape!”

Still fuming, Entropy looked off into the distance. The spell the Cathezar had used would allow the demon to move anywhere on Mechanus. However, the Alienist was confident that the assassin was not familiar with the plane which meant she couldn’t be too far away. Moving as quickly as she could, Entropy produced a crystal ball and scryed on the Cathezar. Trying to heal the damage done to her, the demon seemed to be drinking healing potion after healing potion.

“We have to hurry, before she is back at full fighting capacity!”

As Entropy prepared for battle once again, she realized that she had no direct way of following the Cathezar! As her thoughts raced, she gazed once again at the wondrous Formian Hive Cluster in the distance. Struck instantly with an idea, the Alienist summoned a Formian Myrmarch to her location – a noble in the armed forces of the ant-like race, the Myrmarch was sure to be familiar with this area of Mechanus. Furthermore, and most useful, it could teleport at will.

After a quick description of the Cathezar’s location, the Myrmarch, Nurn, and Entropy disappeared and stood once again before the demonic assasin

gfunk · Apr 22, 2003

Session 34
Return to the Undying Temple and Disco Nirvana [Part 2]

Joachim, moving quickly on his flying carpet, ascended the stairwell to meet his foes. Waiting for him stood two priestesses of Kiaransalee. Dorina T’ssaren, her vampiric fangs clearly evident, was dressed in ornate robes befitting her esteemed position in the hierarchy of the Revenancer – she embodied the undeath aspect of her patron’s portfolio. Next to her was an unholy union of drow and demon, eight feet tall and hundreds of pounds of muscle; Flenser was a living personification of the vengeance of the White Banshee. Striding calmly between them was Maas, a vampiric monk-assassin whom the party had defeated in their first foray through the Temple.

Dorina spoke first, scorning the Inquisitor as he approached, “Enjoy your final living moments human, for the Revenancer will own your soul in death! The Mistress was foolish to spare your life out of hollow sentiment! Understand that I will not be as magnanimous.”

Without responding, Joachim fired a beam of light that was so brilliant that it was comparable to the blazing sun on a cloudless day. Sending it into all three of his foes, two of which he knew to be undead, he was somewhat surprised at the result. Executing a perfectly timed back flip and attaching himself to the ceiling with his vampiric powers, Maas cleanly avoided the spell's deadly effect. Conversely, both Dorina and Flenser stood perfectly still, accepting the fury of the Sunbeam. Kiaransalee must have been smiling upon them that day, for it went harmlessly through both priestesses.

Hor’ahun followed quickly behind and triggered a powerful psionic surge that could incapacitate even the most powerful of beings. Unfortunately, both Dorina and Maas were walking undead whose organic brains had longed ceased functioning. Flenser, who had born witness to the depravities of both drow and demons, similarly shrugged off the effects of the blast.

Laughing all the while, a ceiling-bound Maas cast a spell that plunged the entire area into a dense fog obscuring everyone’s sight.

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“Come now, you didn’t think you could escape that easily did you?”

Her hand pulsing yet again with a powerful enchantment, Entropy moved towards the Cathezar – eager to send the assassin dancing to her doom once more. However, this time the demon was prepared and able to leap back to avoid being ensorcelled.

The Cathezar needed to buy herself some more time, as she had not yet healed fully from the beating she had taken mere seconds before. Of course, if she simply teleported out as last time, this annoying pair would simply follow . . . obviously, a diversion of some sort was required.

Opening a channel to the Abyss, she brought forth a Balor and addressed it quickly, “Kill the descendant of Dydd and return the corpse to me!” With that the Cathezar left, leaving the powerful creature to its own devices.

The Balor could see that both his foes were covered with powerful magical auras and tried to bring them down. As the demon completed his spell, Entropy returned to her human form while Nurn lost his invisibility.

Nearly tearing her hair out in frustration, Entropy was positively seething with rage. “She escaped AGAIN!!!! And she thinks we are worth a single, measly Balor! Oh, by the White Banshee, this is too much!”

Deciding not to waste her spell, the Alienist moved forward and clasped her glowing hand on the Balor’s shoulder. In seconds, the demon – among the mightiest of his kind in the Abyss – was dancing the Irish jig. Seeing the perfect opportunity, Nurn executed a flawless tumble and flanked the Balor. Choosing his targets with care, he plunged his short sword repeatedly into the demon’s vital organs. In a pool of blood and gore, the Balor collapsed and disappeared as its broken body returned to the Brine Flats, the home of Demogorgon.

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Joachim’s dire bears were having more luck than their master. Though the celestial creatures faced powerful foes in the Gray Render and the abnormally large displacer beast pet of Zedarr T’ssaren, they were holding their own. However, magical support from Umaerh was quickly turning the tables as he began rendering his allies invisible and accelerating their speed. As it stood, one bear was locked in a death grip with Zedarr’s displacer beast Ripper – with both foes tearing into each other with feral rage.

Momentarily blinded, Joachim immediately evaporated Maas’ Fog Cloud using a Flame Strike spell – centered directly on his foes. As before, Maas’ dodging was truly a marvel to behold as he emerged completely unscathed. Dorina, fully aware of Joachim’s propensity towards this spell had taken steps to render herself completely immune to it. Flenser, on the other hand, was only singed as she shrugged off the power of the spell with her monstrous resistance to elemental magic. Seemingly unconcerned with the volley of offensive spells being used against them, the priestesses calmly continued casting defensive spells.

Hor’ahun, seeing that Joachim’s dire bears were not holding back the opposition, switched directions as he sent multiple arrows into Zedarr T’ssaren who was ascending and attempting to flank the intruders. Already injured by his celestial foes, Zedarr fell.

Suddenly, Noir appeared from her extradimensional prison, finally making her way out of the maze. Seeing the chaos of combat around her, the paladin kept a cool head and stayed true to her assignment. Once again, she directed the positive energy of her faith into the Temple's central orb. This time, the results were far more dramatic as the entire structure shuddered.

The Undying Temple’s telepathic screams became desperate, “QUICKLY!!! DISPATCH THE PALADIN OR I WILL BE NO MORE!”

Immediately, the Temple opened a hole in the floor below Noir and Hor’ahun – thus revealing both of them to the group of foes on the lower floor. While the Paladin managed to jump away and did not fall, the Githzerai fell straight down – into the claws of the waiting Grey Render.

As Noir regained her balance, she was hit with a powerful bolt of electrical energy. Looking down she saw that Umaerh the drow-lich, now given a clear line of sight, could launch evocation spells at her with impunity. Before Noir could respond, the Temple immediately sealed the hole, trapping Hor’ahun below.

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“Entropy! Calm down! The Cathezar is a canny adversary and I dare say we have hurt her more than any foe she has ever encountered. Luckily we managed to drive her off. Look on the bright side, at least we still have her belongings!”

Nurn’s comments, though accurate, brought the Alienist scant gratification. After dispatching the Cathezar’s Balor servant, the pair had returned to where they had left the assassin’s myriad bookshelves and journal.

“Damn it Nurn, we were so close! If those cowards Noir, Joachim, and Hor’ahun hadn’t run at the first sign of danger, we could have won. We could have!!!”

Picking through the scattered remains of the Cathezar’s chamber, Nurn only nodded. While Entropy sorted through the ruined bookshelves, Nurn pried open the demon’s sizable desk. Inside he found a leather-bound book. As he moved to pick it up, he heard a slight popping noise – Nurn looked up to see the Cathezar facing him once again!

“THAT BELONGS TO ME YOU DIRTY THIEF!!”

With a gesture, the Cathezar sent a fireball into the middle of the area. Though Nurn easily dodged it and Entropy took no damage due to her abjuration spells, the assassin did not have the pair in mind as targets. In a flash, the entire contents of the Cathezar’s chamber ignited and was burned to ash.

This time, Entropy knew it was her last chance. Projecting a quasi-real image of herself next to the Cathezar, she cast her final dancing spell through it. As the Alienist’s hand fell upon the demon’s body the magic discharged but nothing happened. It seemed that this time, the assassin’s resistance to magic had held.

“DAMN IT!!”

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Miraculously, Hor’ahun managed to avoid the claws of the giant Gray Render long enough to activate his magical cloak which immediately sent him to the Ethereal Plane. Now insubstantial, the Psychic Warrior moved upwards, through the ceiling to re-join Noir who was about to channel more positive energy into to Orb. As the Githzerai left, he did not notice Jhorganni the drider vampire enter the Ethereal Plane right after him.

Trying to buy Noir more time, Joachim moved into melee with Flenser and Dorina, landing several punishing hits on the Draegeloth. Both Dorina and Flenser responded with necromantic death spells but as the Inquisitor had taken precautions to ward himself against such magic, they had no effect. Maas however, leaped over Joachim’s head and he tumbled down the stairs as he quickly approached the Paladin.

The monk-assassin bore no illusion that he could go head to head against such a powerful foe, but all he had to do was prevent her from destroying the Undying Temple. As he ran past Noir, Maas executed a spectacular flying kick that caught Noir in the small of her back. Though the damage was minimal, Noir nearly fell forward from the impact.

Maas, keeping his momentum, moved to the other side of the room and began taunting Noir, “COWARD! How long will you stand there trying to destroy a defenseless construct! There are worthy, honorable foes all around you, come test your mettle you weakling!”

The taunt hit exactly the right button as Noir lowered her holy symbol and charged Maas. Though the monk was quick, he could not possibly match the martial skill of Noir who clocked him across the head with her greatsword, sending Maas flying backwards. Through the pain, Maas was at least consoled by the fact that he had bought the tower a few more seconds to dispatch its foes. As if on cue, the floor opened once again as Umaerh sent another powerful bolt of lighting into Noir.

Slowly but surely, the defenders were being worn down

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She had her final chance and she blew it. Entropy knew beyond a doubt that the Cathezar would teleport out having utterly humiliated the Alienist. Though Entropy had briefly held the winning hand, the Cathezar had escaped and returned long enough to destroy any information of worth.

Then she remembered the demon god Ochremeshek! Entropy had procured a powerful item from the den of the demon lord which allowed her to warp reality itself – just once – to give her one more chance at fate. As she caressed the grotesque shrunken demon head around her neck, she screamed out to activate it, “Chaos and Evil for Ochremeshek!”

The very fabric of reality and time was re-spun as Entropy’s spell once again discharged on the Cathezar. This time, however, it had the desired effect as the assassin once again began dancing.

What Nurn and Entropy lacked in tactics they made up with sheer power. Using their most potent spells and abilities, the pair rained horrendous damage upon the already wounded Cathezar. Finally, after breathless seconds of combat the bloodied and battered assassin fell over as she breathed her last.

Nurn was positively beaming with pride, but Entropy was more somber, “Wow, who would have thought that old Ochremeshek would pull my ass out of the fire?”

As Nurn continued to stab the Cathezar’s still twitching body, Entropy moved cautiously among the destroyed remains of the assassin’s fireball, hoping that at least one scrap of information survived.

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Though Noir was making short work of her opponent, every second she spent fighting Maas was one moment lost for her to channel positive energy to destroy the Undying Temple.

In the Ethereal Plane, unbeknownst to all, a battle between Jhorganni and Hor’ahun was raging. While the Githzerai tried to bring down the drider with a hail of arrows, Jhorganni tried to grapple her foe to maximize her most destructive abilities. Once she seized Hor’ahun, the drider began tearing into him with her wickedly sharp claws. As they fought, the situation for the heroes was rapidly deteriorating on the Prime.

Although Joachim managed to dispatch Flenser, he saw that his dire bears below had been slaughtered as the Gray Render began ascending the stairs. In response, the Inquisitor fired a dazzling Sunbeam at the beast completely obliterating its myriad eyes and blinding it. Joachim turned his attention towards Dorina, thankful at least that he had only one foe to dispatch before he could aid his friends.

His optimism was quickly dispelled when another drow calmly walked out from behind the vampiric priestess. Dressed in arcane robes, this particular drow gave off an aura like no other – Joachim nearly shivered in his presence. It was Laerekh, the Chief Necromancer of the Cult of Kiaransalee. Expecting a barrage of spells, the Inquisitor steeled himself but was surprised as a ghostly hand appeared next to him, moved past him and appeared behind Noir, who was locked in mortal combat with Maas. Casting a second spell through the hand, Laerekh directed it to touch Noir and she screamed in pain as the necromantic energy drained her lifeforce.

Joachim saw the plan now!! The Undying Temple had identified the Paladin as the key player in this assault. The tower had correctly surmised that if this threat was removed then the other foes would present little problem. Moving quickly towards his friend, Joachim hoped to heal her before things got too out of hand. However, he came seconds too late as Umaerh launched a final electrical strike at Noir sending the warrior’s smoking corpse crashing to the floor.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”

Seeing his victory melt away before his eyes, the Inquisitor directed his Sunbeam squarely at Maas. The monk-assassin, so elated at seeing his diversion’s success, hardly noticed the spell and was positively disintegrated by the holy power of the magic. Moving quickly towards Noir’s body, the cleric hoped that he could at least reclaim her corpse before retreating.

Unfortunately, Dorina T’ssaren proved the quicker as she ran past Joachim. Seeing that she bore the Claw of the Revenancer, an artifact that could turn dead foes into undead revenants, the Inquisitor flicked his sword forward and tripped the priestess as she went tumbling to the floor. Thinking that Dorina would stand up, thus giving him the opportunity to reach Noir’s corpse first, Joachim made a fatal miscalculation. Her momentum kept her going as Dorina simply slid into the Paladin, animated her body and raised her as a Revenant in service to the White Banshee.

To make matters worse, Jhorganni and Hor’ahun returned from their battle in the Ethereal Plane and the Githzerai appeared on the verge of death. Before he could be healed by Joachim, Laerekh’s Spectral Hand appeared behind the Psychic Warrior and drained the final bit of life that connected Hor’ahun to his material existence. Wordlessly, the Githzerai’s lifeless body fell over.

Alone now and facing overwhelming odds, the Inquisitor was not yet ready to submit. Immolating Laerekh in a column of divine fire, Joachim finished off the troublesome Necromancer once and for all. However, his remaining foes had had enough. Dorina, Umaerh, and the Revenant Noir entered the Negative Energy Orb while Jhorganni, picking up Hor’ahun’s corpse, quickly followed.

Sensing victory, the Undying Temple sealed off the entire room, removing all stairwells and doors. It contacted Joachim telepathically, “There is no escape. Bow before the White Banshee and you may yet live to see another day.”

gfunk · Apr 25, 2003

Session 35
Hatred, Strife, and Tyranny

Dreadmaster Amal walked towards Fzoul Chembryl’s audience hall with some trepidation. The last few weeks had been disastrous for the Zhentarim military units that were occupying Yulash. Thanks to the brilliant strategies employed by Marissa, an avatar of Sune and leader of the Red Plumes, the Zhents had suffered horrific losses that may have seriously compromised their position in the war-torn city.

The last person to bring Fzoul such ill tidings never lived to tell the tale. The Chosen of Bane apparently did not appreciate it when Dreadmaster Kahlark had informed him that several of Manshoon’s stasis clones had survived following the wizard’s “assassination.”

As he approached a seated Fzoul, Amal had a difficult time, as always, reading exactly what his master was thinking. “Salutations, Chosen. I wish our meeting could have occurred under more favorable circumstances.”

Amal paused briefly before continuing, “I am afraid that our forces do not fare well in Yulash. Though both Bane and Loviatar favor us, the Red Plumes have several arcane elements, including many former Cormyrian War Wizards, that we cannot hope to match.”

“I take it then that the Arcane Devotees of Bane have proven unreliable? Most unfortunate. With the majority of the Dale armies marching away towards Tilverton, I had hoped that we could finally take Yulash and push south into the undefended Dales. But now you are telling me that it is impossible.”

“Your assessment, as always, is accurate Chosen. If our troops are not reinforced within a tenday, then we will have to withdraw them.”

Absently pulling his moustache – not a good sign – Fzoul remained silent for several minutes as his minion wordlessly waited. Finally, he spoke, “Tell me what you know of Tilverton, Amal.”

Taken aback by the unexpected question, the Dreadmaster took a few moments to collect his thoughts, “Apparently, following Lolth’s departure or demise, it has become a haven for Kiaransalee the drow goddess of vengeance and undeath. Their leader, a hierophant of considerable power, is Irae T’ssaren. My sources tell me that she plans some ritual that will result in a mass animation of corpses into powerful revenants. She plans to use this force to take the Dales.”

“Very good Amal, a most impressive analysis,” Fzoul’s smile put the Dreadmaster at ease, “Could you make this Irae T’ssaren an ally? If she is able destroy the Dale army marching towards her and pushed north, then it would force Hillsfar to counter-attack them or risk losing most of the Dales. Of course, this would allow us to finally reclaim Yulash and perhaps march on Hillsfar itself.”

Amal bowed low, this was his chance to redeem himself in Fzoul’s eyes, “Chosen, I promise you that I will convince her. No matter what it takes, in the name of the Dreadlord, I will bring her to our side.”

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“He’s not coming through.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I opened the Gate but Joachim is either unwilling to come through or he’s dead.”

After spending the day in Mechanus going through the charred remnants of the Cathezar’s possessions, Nurn wanted nothing more than to get out the plane. Being a being of chaos, the blonde man felt extremely uncomfortable in a plane that was law and order personified.

“Well just get us out of her then, I can’t stand it any more!”

Nodding, Entropy opened another Gate directly to the Undying Temple.

As the pair stepped through they were shocked to see Jhorgani the drider waiting for them and she nearly leapt upon them until she recognized her Mistress.

“A thousand pardons Mistress, but we have been on high alert since the incident. We tried to contact you but could not make a connection,” the drider vampire explained.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your allies took advantage of your absence Mistress. The despised cleric Joachim and his two companions tried to destroy the Undying Temple. Thanks to your vision in preparing our defenses, however, we were able to repel them. Though Joachim escaped, we slew the other two,” laughing she continued, “Dorina has animated the paladin and she now serves the Revenancer.”

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With an unbelievably smug look on her face, Entropy remained seated with Noir looking the former paladin directly in the eye. With every fiber of her being, the paladin turned revenant wanted to leap across the table and strangle her former ally. However, a watchful Dorina T’ssaren stood by Noir’s side stroking her head with the Claw of the Revenancer. An artifact empowered by Kiaransalee herself, it allowed its possessor to animate any corpse into a revenant of tremendous strength and power. Furthermore, it gave the animator absolute control over the created revenant.

The Alienist continued her gloating, “How many times must the Revenancer crush you before you see the truth? You cannot hope to defeat the White Banshee.”

Prevented by Dorina from killing Entropy, Noir said nothing.

“Noir, you were once my friend and trusted ally. After we slew Irae T’ssaren together I brought your broken body back to the Temple of the Triad for resurrection. I could have animated you, but I chose not to. Yet here you are, an undead pawn of the Revenancer having stabbed me in the back. Why?”

Seeing that Noir continued her silence, Entropy motioned to Dorina, “Compel her to answer Dorina!”

As Dorina sent the telepathic commands to her undead servant, Noir briefly resisted but could not hope to avoid the artifact’s power, “I . . . was convinced by Joachim to go along. He said that the Dale armies could be defeated by your revenant army.”

“Not ‘could’ Noir, ‘will.’ You must forget this goal of yours, Cormyr is no longer the place you once called home. Even if we are displaced, some other agents will take our place. Lolth has forever corrupted this country, it can never be restored. Accept the new way of things.”

Letting her comments sink in for a few seconds, Entropy continued, “I offer you an opportunity once again Noir. Lady Kiaransalee has given you powers in undeath that you never had in life. Become a champion of the Revenancer and you will become more powerful still! Do not remain a pawn of the Cormyrian nobles who have abandoned you! Re-conquer your nation! You can lead an army – Kurgoth Hellspawn means nothing to me, you can replace him as you will.”

Noir thought about the ‘offer.’ Unfortunately, she was hardly in a position to refuse. If she said no, Dorina would likely force her obedience with the Claw of the Revenancer. Ultimately, what had her Paladinhood brought her? She was now a horrible undead thing and could never return to the Dales. While the fat nobles pontificated and debated she alone had tried to restore her magnificent nation in her own way. Perhaps the Alienist was right, Noir could only hope to regain her homeland by conquering it herself.

“Entropy . . . I hate you and everything you stand for. The only thing I despise more is Lady Kestrel and the other aristocrats who have abandoned the nation of Cormyr. I join you only out of necessity, only to resurrect my nation. I accept your offer.”

Smiling, Entropy turned to Dorina T’ssaren, “Dorina, put Noir through the ritual of temptation.”

Rising from her seat, the Alienist moved downstairs to meet Jhorgani in her chambers. Apparently, the drider had something of an artistic sense – Hor’ahun’s flayed corpse hung in a macabre display on the ceiling.

“Jhorgani, I need to talk to my friend, can you do it?”

Nodding, the drider gingerly ascended the wall and moved upside down on the ceiling, touching the Githzerai’s corpse. “A channel to the warrior’s spirit has been opened, Mistress. You may converse freely.”

“Hor’ahun? Can you hear me?”

“You back-stabbing bitch! We should never have trusted you!”

“Hor’ahun, would you like to be resurrected?”

“Of course I would! Then I would like to go my own way and put this whole thing behind me.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible old friend. I give you a choice, serve me as a willing ally in life or become my undead pawn. What say you?”

The Psychic Warrior didn’t really think that was much of a choice. If he was returned to life, the Alienist would probably kill and animate him as soon as he tried to kill her – which he would try as soon as possible. However, the Githzerai had gotten himself out of bad situations before. Perhaps, even in undeath, he could find a way out of his predicament and exact his revenge.

“Never, you traitor! I will never serve you willingly.”

“So be it.”

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Dreadmaster Amal spent the majority of the day traveling south towards Tilverton in the form of wind and at blinding speed.

Of course, he would have promised Fzoul anything to avoid an untimely execution. As he assumed substantial form, Amal looked on in shock at the state of Tilverton. The entire city was in ruins – not exactly a testament to Irae T’ssaren’s managerial skills.

As he strode forward over the ruins, he saw numerous armed camps with hundreds of humanoids. Though consisting mostly of lowly goblins, the occasional ogre and even fire giant could be seen. As the Dreadmaster approached the central tower where he assumed Irae was living, a group of Fire Giants approached him.

“What are you doing here human? All must receive Lord Kurgoth’s permission before traveling through Tilverton!”

“My apologies, Giant. I am here for an audience with Irae T’ssaren, Chosen of Kiaranasalee. Perhaps you could tell me where she could be found?”

The extremely disgruntled looks on the giant’s faces told Amal that he may not have chosen his words wisely.

Joachim2 · Apr 25, 2003

What Ever Happened to Joachim?

[This is the short version of what Joachim has been doing. Please pardon me if I am not as eloquent a writer as Master Gfunk...]

Joachim sped over the Cormyrian countryside on his flying carpet. Frustration welling up inside him, his thoughts turned to his old comrades. The Inquisitor had prepared the group to the best of his abilities, but it was all for naught. They were defeated handily by the forces of evil. _He_ would have to see it through by himself. While flying towards his destination, Joachim formulated a plan...

Speeding along on the carpet, Joachim made for Thunderstone, where he knew the remnants of the Vorpal Blades to be waiting. He had to let Alphar know what was happening so that the attack by the Knights of the Undying Dragon could be altered. Entropy and the Kiriansaleeans had no idea about the Knights still, and that could still work towards the Dales' benefit.

Joachim spotted the small hamlet, and flew to a ruined shrine to Kelemvor. The Tyrite landed near statue of the God of Death (beheaded by looting Lolth worshippers during the initial takeover of Cormyr), and pulled a lever on its sword arm. A trap door in the ground opened up, revealing a stair case leading into darkness. Weaving his way through a carved underground tunnel, Joachim reached a small room where he found Alphar and Thorack, deep in a religo-philosophical discussion about the dwarf's ambition to extend his life as an arch-lich servant of Dumathoin.

Joachim, his armor covered in blood (not his), rushed into the room, startling the two allies. Thorack spoke first, "Joachim!! What has happened?!" The Tyrite recounted his story with the two. Joachim explained that he had expended all of his magicks that would have allowed him to instantly travel elsewhere, and he had nowhere else within reach to turn. Alphar, the Deathwarden, spoke, "This is grave news, but it is not too late for you to be victorious. Our paths are similar, young Tyrite. I too know the pain of defeat, but I have returned to redeem myself. What will _you_ do now?"

[OOC Side Note: Alphar is my old character, too. I have a talent at playing priests that survive and escape while simultaneously killing everyone in the group.]

Joachim nodded at the elder priest's words. "I will make their lives a living, or rather unliving, Hell."

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The next morning, Joachim memorized his spells, and opened a portal to the Just House in the Mounting Heavens of Celestia. From there, in the domain of Tyr the Even-Handed, Joachim would conduct a series of hit-and-run strikes on the Temple, with his primary objective being to end, or at least slow down, the research into the Great Revenance.

Sitting in the Great Courthouse where an avatar of the God of Justice himselft was conducting court, a portal opened up in front of Joachim. The priest recognized the spell, with its desired effect being to summon him. Joachim knew no one who used that spell as prolifically as Entropy. He ignored the summons, and grinned at the prospect of making the sorcerer and her allies suffer mightily. Revenge would be his!

gfunk · May 5, 2003

Session 36
Nurn’s treachery

Amal looked at the huge form of Kurgoth Hellspawn with skepticism, “How had this idiot seized power in Tilverton? And how in the Dreadlord’s name did he wrench authority form Irae T’ssaren?” Of course the Dreadmaster, a master of diplomacy (or manipulation if you’d rather), knew it would serve his cause to hear the giant out.

Kurgoth droned on, “And, as I’ve told you already, I alone am ruler of this city. It was my army that stormed the gates of Irae’s stronghold and my forces which now occupy her tower . . .”

His patience wearing thin, Amal’s thoughts strayed as he fantasized killing Kurgoth and seeing the fire giant’s remains consumed in unholy fire. Though subservient to the likes of Fzoul Chembryl, Amal was a powerful servant of Bane in his own right and had long since mastered the powers of Necromancy.

“Lord Kurgoth, once again, I do not dispute your rulership of this city. However, I must speak with Irae T’ssaren.”

His speech interrupted, the easily irritable Kurgoth uncharacteristically laughed, “Irae T’ssaren? IRAE T’SSAREN! Let me tell you human, her head now is one of my many trophies.” Carefully using his massive thumb and index finger, Kurgoth raised a small orb that he wore around his neck. Looking closely, Amal could see it was the head of an albino drow.

Inwardly, Amal became fearful – he had no intention returning to Fzoul empty handed. Trying hard not to be sarcastic, he responded, “I hail your accomplishment, Lord Kurgoth. However, I wonder if anyone has taken her place?”

“NO! All the drow have been slaughtered like the insects that they are!”

“Surely there must be some remnant of her cult remaining?”

Thinking for a moment, Kurgoth saw no reason to give away such information freely, “Though they answer to me, there is a cult that still inhabits this city.”

Pleased that he had finally made some progress with this idiot, Amal requested more information.

“Such information is valuable human. What can you give me in return?”

Sighing, the Dreadmaster thought of giving Kurgoth one of his less useful magical trinkets but thought better of it. He would rather give the giant something of considerable value and be on his way – already he was feeling his IQ dropping precipitously as he continued this exchange. Removing his belt, Amal handed it to Kurgoth, “My Lord, this belt is enchanted to give its wearer augmented strength. Though it is valuable to me, I present it to you as a token of my obedience.”

“Stupid human!! That belt is too small for me!”

“Look you mor . . . I mean the belt is magical Lord Kurgoth. It will grow to your size.”

Gingerly wrapping the enlarged belt around his body, Kurgoth swung his flaming greatsword around to evaluate his newfound strength, “Hmmm . . . I don’t really see a difference. Hey, Orog, come here!”

Obediently, a large ogre approached the Fire Giant. Winding up with considerable force, Kurgoth sent his greatsword flying into his minion with full force. Not anticipating a hit from his leader, the ogre went flying across the coliseum, landing in a bloody pile of gore.

“Excellent! You have pleased me human. I did not slay Irae’s forces alone for I had the assistance of a powerful fiend. He serves the Lord of the Eighth and requested only the spire for his cult.”

Kurgoth pointed towards the massive stalactite at the roof of the city.

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Flenser approached her mistress with some trepidation. After the assault on the Undying Temple by Joachim, Noir and Hor’ahun she was apprehensive of ‘visitors.’

“Mistress, there is a priest of Bane at the steps of the Undying Temple. He claims to be a personal envoy of Fzoul Chembryl and wishes to parlay with you.”

Nodding, Entropy gestured towards Noir. Though the ex-paladin still had the beauty and charisma of her living form, a large gash came down the center of her face. Such injuries were not healed when one became a revenant. “Noir dear, escort our esteemed guest in.”

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Dreadmaster Amal did not believe for a minute the story that Kurgoth Hellspawn had fed to him. Either the giant was trying to deceive him or the “Pit Fiend” had simply played Kurgoth for a fool. Amal strongly suspected the latter.

As he approached the Undying Temple, Amal was shocked at the number of undead beings that he saw. Though the clergy of Bane frequently animated the corpses of their enemies, he was taken aback by the sheer numbers of powerful undead he observed including vampires, liches, and ghosts. Perhaps his proposed alliance would be fruitful after all.

He had introduced himself to the undead guards and requested to parlay with the mistress of the Temple. After some brief questioning by what was apparently some type of drow/demon hybrid, Amal was told to wait. A few minutes later a female warrior strode to meet him. Carrying a greatsword strapped to her back, Amal immediately noticed her cold beauty and as she neared, the powerful aura she radiated.

“My mistress sends her greetings, sir, if you’ll follow me . . .”

After moving through the various levels of the Undying Temple, Amal reached the throne room. On the throne he saw a human woman, with beauty surpassing even his escort’s. Standing beside her was a human male with close-cropped blonde her as well as a pair of drow females. One of them bore a large claw-like weapon attached to her right forearm while the other was missing one of her eyes, a glowing red orb in its place.

“Dreadmaster Amal, to what do I owe the honor of your visit?”

Bowing low, Amal could sense the depth of intelligence and power in his host. She was not one to be trifled with. “May I please know the name of my gracious host?”

“I am Entropy, the Chosen of Kiaransalee. To my right is Nurn, a temporary associate of our cause. To my left are the high priestesses of the Temple, Eclavdra and Dorina. Dorina is the daughter of the late Irae T’ssaren.”

Understanding, Amal nodded, “I take it then, you summoned the Pit Fiend who spoke to Kurgoth Hellspawn?”

“No, I am the Pit Fiend. I take that form when it suits my purposes.”

“Lady Entropy, as you know I have been sent here by Fzoul Chembryl himself. He recognizes your power and proposes an alliance.”

Entropy smiled, “There are many organizations who wish to ally with our cause Dreadmaster. An ambassador from the City of Shade has also contacted me.”

Amal could see that this was going to be a hard sell, “Lady Entropy, I understand that you are raising a massive revenant force to destroy the Dale armies approaching from the north. When you succeed in this endeavor, your forces will undoubtedly continue north, perhaps even as far as the Moonsea. This will not, of course, sit well with the Lord of Hillsfar. He will send his forces south to contain you. In the process, this move will weaken the position of the Red Plumes in Yulash. I propose a temporary military alliance to crush Hillsfar once and for all!”

Unlike the Dreadmaster who was an exceptionally adept politician, schemer and diplomat, Entropy had only recently come into a position of power. Though she could have demanded more, she jumped at the chance to ally herself with Zhentil Keep, “You propose a very interesting alliance Dreadmaster Amal. However, while my forces are extended to the north, Sembia may take the opportunity to strike."

“But surely that dolt Kurgoth could take care of them for you?”

“Perhaps, but what if Algarond, a staunch ally of Hillsfar, decides to reinforce the city while the Red Plumes are away? Can the Zhentarim handle the likes of the Simbul?”

“A good point indeed Mistress, I can see that you have a keen strategic sense. However, were the Simbul to commit such a brazen act of aggression, she would be stabbed in the back by Thay. Though the Zulkirs are always jockeying for power, even they could not resist such a temptation.”

As the political ramifications of the alliance were explored further, the conversation was abruptly cut short by a loud snort.

All eyes turned on Nurn, “Entropy, don’t you think it's a little premature to be discussing politics? If Aameul gets his hands on you then this whole conversation is meaningless.”

Seeing the confused expression on the Dreadmaster’s face, Entropy elaborated, “It seems that I am a direct descendant of the druid Dydd who slew the Great Wyrm Nalavara single-handedly. Her victory was incomplete, Nalavara lives still. We have learned that only one with my heritage can ‘tame the wyrm.’ Unfortunately, a powerful demon lord called Aameul wants Nalavara’s hide and can only do it with my cooperation. Aameul sent a powerful assassin to collect me called the Cathezar. However with some luck and skill Nurn and I managed to kill her. Which reminds me . . . are you a polyglot Amal?”

“A polyglot? No, I wouldn’t say that, but I am well-versed in several languages.”

“See if you can make sense of this then. It is the Cathezar’s journal. I read Abyssal but I can’t really make out what it says. Perhaps you can help.”

Leafing through the text, Amal browsed its contents, “Interesting, it is written in a mixture of Infernal and Abyssal. Here is the most recent entry . . .

Aameul learned of the mysterious Bastion of Unborn Souls, a name older than time immemorial, even though no one knows what it is or where it might be found. Aameul has learned the truth: The Bastion of Unborn Souls is a source of virgin souls, souls yet unsullied by physical incarnation, possibly one of the many disparate “soul fonts” in the multiverse. Aameul learned that if he could obtain a “soul-charged” demonic heart that is then grafted into the great wyrm’s chest, he could slay Hethradiah with impunity, graft the stolen demon heart (and soul) into his life essence, and so direct the soul’s growth and maturation as a mind in accordance with is own desires. Demogorgon seeks to remake himself at the expense of himself. ”

Entropy looked with alarm upon Nurn, who was shaking his head. “Yes, indeed I serve one of the aspects of Demogorgon. Perhaps it is best if I tell you everything…”

gfunk · May 10, 2003

Session 37
A day trip to Waterdeep

"Though I could not break it before, it seems that my vow no longer applies. Yes, my master Hethradiah is an aspect of Demogorgon. Another . . . head if you will. Both Aameul and Hethradiah are independent entities, each with their own agents and agendas."

Entropy's glare looked sufficient to make Nurn combust, "After all this time, you are nothing but an agent of Demogorgon!? The very demon prince who was trying to kill me!! You had better do some quick explaining or you will end up in Demogorgon's garbage heap of failed retainers!"

Nurn put up his hand for calm, "Entropy, as I've said, I fully oppose Aameul and his agenda in this matter. As the journal has said, Aameul plans to use Nalavara's heart to survive the ordeal of slaying Hethradiah. This must not be allowed to occur."

Trying to follow the heated conversation between Entropy and Nurn, Dreadmaster Amal saw a perfect opportunity to cement the alliance between Kiaransalee and Bane, "Lady Entropy! Now that I am fully aware of your situation please accept my humble services. Consider it a bonus if you choose to ally with Zhentil Keep. You should know that I am a personal retainer of Fzoul Chembryl with powers to match. What say you?"

"You are quite the sly one Dreadmaster. Very well, I agree."

Nodding, Nurn continued, "Unfortunately, this 'revelation' does not seem to give direction to our quest. We have managed to slay the Cathezar but it is only a matter of time before Aameul sends more agents to collect Entropy. Somehow, we have to find out where the Bastion of Unborn Souls is located."

"It seems that the Cathezar may have already answered your question, demon-spawn," Amal held up the assassin's journal and pointed to the relevant passage, "it mentions something about the Church of Elements. I know it to be an extremely powerful conclave of Druids located in the forests of Cormanthor."

"I see, perhaps you can provide us with more information Dreadmaster. Bane is quite a powerful deity, perhaps you could commune with him?"

"Done."

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Retiring to Entropy's personal quarters, Amal kneeled and began to open a channel to the Dreadlord himself. Of course, doubt began to creep into Amal's mind as well. He had pledged his services to dispatch Nalavara, a Great Wyrm Red Dragon who was a personal (and favored) servant of Lolth. It had taken the abilities of the most powerful war wizard in Cormyr, Vangerdahast, to simply imprison the dragon for a time. Could HE really slay her?

As with Joachim, Amal found that all questions posed to Bane concerning Demogorgon or the Bastion were met with complete silence. However, he was able to divine the precise location of the Church of Elements in addition to a place known as the Guild of Sleep.

The Guild, Amal knew, was an enigmatic cult of sorts located in Waterdeep. They believed that by sleeping and traveling through myriad dreamscapes they could unlock the secrets of the multiverse. Absolute idiocy, the Dreadmaster knew -- a ploy used by the lazy to eke out an existence that would otherwise be considered worthless. However, Bane had indicated that the leader of this organization, the Dreamer Prime, had traveled further than any other. She alone, could know the secret of the Bastion.

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Amal emerged triumphantly from his communion, only to find Entropy and Nurn arguing again.

"My comrades, there is no longer any doubt. The lord of tyranny has informed me that the Guild of Sleep in Waterdeep should be our next destination. A women there, named Dreamer Prime, has the information on the Bastion that we require."

Indicating to her PCs-turned revenants-turned slaves Noir and Hor'ahun, Entropy immediately opened a Gate outside the city limits of Waterdeep. "Finally, we can get on with the killing."

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Noir and Entropy proudly strode through the crowded streets of Waterdeep with their symbols of the Revenancer plainly in view. Though they hoped to make a statement, they unfortunately failed to realize that nobody this far north of Cormyr had ever heard of Kiaransalee to even care. Amal, of course, traveled incognito for all knew of the tyranny of Bane. Nurn, as always, was the least conspicuous of the group dressed in plain looking leather armor with a short sword swinging loosely by his side.

The Guild of Sleep was quite an impressive structure that seemed to be constructed of pure marble. Ascending the stairs and past the pillared entrance, Entropy boldly threw open the doors. As she did so, she immediately felt a tinge of sleepiness and had to catch herself from taking an impromptu nap.

"Beware! This place seems to be enchanted to facilitate sleep. Be on your guard."

Flanking their mistress, the revenants Noir and Hor'ahun had no idea what she was talking about.

The attendants, a pair of elves in deep blue robes approached the group and bowed. "Welcome travelers, to the Guild of Sleep. May we prepare quarters for you?"

"No, we are hear to speak to the Dreamer Prime, we have a very important question to ask her."

The elves briefly threw each other concerned glances. As long as they had been acolytes of the Guild, the Dreamer Prime had been exploring the Plane of Dreams. In fact, no on had actually seen her body in the decades that she was gone and the Dreamer Prime kept powerful minions to maintain her comatose state.

"I'm sorry but the Dreamer Prime . . . cannot be disturbed."

Pushing forward, Amal stared hard at the elf, "You don't seem to understand, we *must* see the Dreamer Prime."

With considerable trepidation, the elves began walking down a long corridor, "This way if you please."

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Passing several rooms where nobles were in a blissful sleep and watched over by guards, the group finally reached a massive wrought-iron double door. "The Dreamer Prime, may be found here. I hope she receives you better than other visitors."

After the elves had left, Entropy began to lecture her companions, "Look guys, I want to try diplomacy first and . . ."

Nurn cut her off with a snort, "Enough of your crap Entropy, you and I both know you want this encounter to go as violently as possible."

Shrugging, the Alienist pushed open the double doors and moved through . . .

This large room was unlike any other in the Guild. Gleaming white with marble, various ghost-like apparitions floated around the area. They appeared to be in the shapes of animals, two looked like tigers and the third looked like a three-horned rhinoceros with wings. In the back of the chamber stood a classically beautiful woman in white robes.

"Greetings Dreamer Prime! My name is Entropy and these are my companions. We seek knowledge about the Bastion of Unborn Souls and understand that your myriad travels may have provided you with the answer. Will you please help us?"

In a haunting voice that echoed off the walls of the large chamber the Dreamer Prime replied, "Nay, to provide you with such information I must rise from my slumber of decades. My knowledge is vast but I have only begun to plumb the depths of the multiverse's secrets. I will not be awakened willingly. Leave."

Drawing their weapons, Nurn, Noir and Hor'ahun were ready to roll but Entropy admonished them, "No my friends, this is not the time for battle. Dreamer Prime, we thank you for your time and pray that you find the enlightenment you seek. Good day."

As they exited the chamber and closed the door, Nurn and Amal were dumbfounded.

Entropy's next statement though, was more in character. Assuming the guise of spectre with a powerful spell, she turned to both Noir and Hor'ahun, "Go get 'em boys." With that she sank silently into the floor.

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