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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ziona" data-source="post: 523838" data-attributes="member: 484">Solom Ned’razakRossal described the area and explained more about their mission as the companions traveled deep within the Underdark.  His explanations were interrupted occasionally by a scuffle or melee, but it was usually brief.  When they eventually came upon the gate that lead to The Inverted Tower, Rossal reminded them of Solom’s power.  The companions felt well prepared, however, especially after listening to the pseudodragon’s descriptions for several days. Drexel stood before the gates, his heart pounding in his ears.  He was reminded of the battle that he fought amongst his friends against the dreaded Grumstorg.  That battle had ended well, and he hoped the outcome would be the same in the Underdark.   Somehow, a shadow of doubt had crept into his mind…He took out the remaining wands in his pack and grasped them in his fist.A quick spell from the tiefling, and the gates swung freely open.  Tark followed behind Varr, and cast Daylight after noticing five drow guards milling about.  The blinded drow cursed the “surface dwellers” and two of them began reciting spidery words.  Before their spells could find completion, however, Arden had blanketed the two drow in Silence.  At the front of the line, Varr tromped forward with Frostbite in hand.  The stumbling drow were no match for his fierce attacks.  At the dwarf’s side was Traps, who was finding that his adversaries were not happy about the jabs he was delivering with his dagger. The drow warrior that was attempting to attack Varr swung his sword in the dwarf’s direction.  Instead of slicing into dwarven flesh, however, he slammed himself in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose.“I’ll put some ice on that wound fer ya!” shouted Varr.  With a swift motion, Varr cut his foe down.Meanwhile, Tark smashed another warrior in the chest with his mace. The electrical enchantment on his weapon left the drow smoldering and in pain.  Arden ran by the stumbling drow, and headed for the mages, who were still within the effects of her spell.  Moments later, the drow guards were lying in lifeless heaps upon the floor, and the group looked to Rossal.“Through those doors,” he informed them.  “That was the room where it took place.  Within lies sleeping quarters and barracks, as well as hidden entrances along the walls.  There is no telling where Solom will be.”“He’ll be dead!” huffed Varr, who pushed the door open hastily.  The dwarf had never been known for his patience or tact.The group followed behind him, and entered cautiously.  Rossal looked about the room, his eyes darting along the corners, and then up towards the ceiling.Tark looked up as well, then squinted when he thought he saw something.  “Take cover!” he shouted.What the Aasimar saw was a glass statue soaring through the air, headed straight for them!  The companions managed to scatter before they were struck with the statue, but they were still showered with glass particles as the victim shattered.The only piece that remained intact was a hand, which slid across the floor and landed in front of Traps.“Wow!” he beamed.  “Whose hand do you suppose…”  Before he could finish his sentence, however, he was interrupted by the sound of chanting that carried eerily through the air.  Traps quickly stuffed the glass hand in his pack and held his dagger at the ready.Drexel, using his Winged Mask, began to fly into the windy depths of the tower.  He listened carefully and heard the words floating from a door in the wall.  Suddenly, he realized the spell he had just heard was what Rossal had described as Time Stop.  With a few gestures and a moment of chanting, Drexel dropped a Wall of Force in the doorway.  Below him, he could hear the lilting voice of Arden, and he felt imbued with courage.As he lowered himself back down to the party, he explained what he heard.“He was casting a powerful spell.  We must be ready when he appears.”As though he had summoned Solom, the Archmage was suddenly at his side.  “Waiting for me?” he bellowed.Drexel, startled by the Archmage, stepped back slightly.  He regained his composure and began to glow.  His average-looking, human guise melted away as he channeled the energies that he had absorbed before entering the tower.  Solom Ned’razak, Archmage of the Inverted Tower, didn’t even know what hit him.  The skin bubbled and began to crack and peel from his body.  His mouth opened in a scream of pain that never came.  The gooey remains of Solom Ned’razak fell in a steaming pile on the floor of The Inverted Tower, and Drexel Doomhand teetered, and nearly fell beside it.The Adventure Continues…</blockquote>

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