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Message: <blockquote data-quote="gfunk" data-source="post: 887733" data-attributes="member: 1813">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."-------------------------------------------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. -------------------------------------------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."-------------------------------------------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."-------------------------------------------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.</blockquote>

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