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Message: <blockquote data-quote="chrisheff" data-source="post: 5919111" data-attributes="member: 41064">As the party was still deciding on what to do next to free the titan, they were attacked from both ends of the tunnel. A large group of frost giant warriors was charging in from the north, while the giant polar bear and remorhaz was approaching from the south.The battle was long, but the giants were ill prepared for the combination of Solara’s blade barrier, and Glanrak after he was made huge-sized by Vaeth.The bear and remorhaz proved more difficult, but the party was able to deal with them eventually as well. When the bear was killed, it reverted to its human form; that of a large barbarian.Unfortunately, three of the human slaves were killed during the battle, but the ice imprisoning the titan was also weakened, and the legendary giant was freed. He stated that he was the original guard of the exit to the dungeon, but that the exit had merged with mountains and been cut off from the dungeon whenever it would leave this world. Frost giants from this world invaded and imprisoned him here centuries ago. When the titan learned that this world was home to the slaves and some of the party, he told them to go with a glad heart. Now that the dungeon had collapsed in on itself and finally winked out of existence, he was free to return to his home.The party escorted the slaves down the final tunnel into the wintery day. They were home! They brought the slaves safely to their village and then Solara used her magic to bring the party back to the church of Pelor in Lankhmar. They had escaped Aquelestria, the World’s Largest Dungeon…Epilogue:Shaara returned to her village, and was treated no differently, regardless of her new skills and powers. That is until the village was attacked by a couple of ogres a few years later and Shaara defeated them single-handedly. After that she was hailed as a hero and she lived under their adoration for the rest of her life. Vaeth had a new world to explore, spending some time with Solara, some with Mechanus and much on his own. He gathered more power until he was ready to travel the planes in search of The Tree.Solara eventually made her way back to Greyhawk City to the main Cathedral of Pelor after writing detailed descriptions of her travels for the church of Pelor in Lankhmar. She made a copy of the report for the heads of the Pelor religion. She championed the church to return more to its roots in the protection of the innocent and the destruction of undead/hellish/fiendish creatures and eventually became a High Priestess of Pelor, and the third most powerful person in the entire religion.With the aid of Vaeth, Mechanus was able to identify the item inside himself that Incantus was after: an artifact called the Jacinth of Inestimable Beauty. While this powerful artifact had the power to do good, it was corrupting to most, and very dangerous if in evil hands. Vaeth's insatiable curiosity was piqued when the item was identified, enough to worry Mechanus. So Mechanus did what he felt was best, and willed his own energies to consume the artifact within him. Now no one could be corrupted by its beauty and power. Mechanus still adjusts to the world of Greyhawk, as are the citizens still adjusting to him. He still stays in touch with his old party, but mostly travels and explores on his own.Glanrak travelled back to his home with the hammer, Ramnak, and the stories of adventure.  Looking back on his quest, he was more convinced then ever of his purpose in service to Moradin and his people.  He spends his days searching for other lost dwarven artifacts and relics, bolstering the strength of his people.It didn’t take long for Zathras the swashbuckler to get a ship of his own. To the chagrin of some of his old companions, he raids along the Wild Coast, though mostly plundering orc vessels and pirates. His ship, the Serratine, is romanticized in story and song.Elsewhere…The beautiful Devil smiled as she watched the form approach, its head bowed in shame or supplication or embarrassment or perhaps all three. She leaned back in her obsidian throne and waited. The figure went to one knee before her. It lifted its head slowly, its one horn, once a vibrant blood-red, was now blackened and cracked. His face was also badly scarred, but was showing signs of healing.“Well?” she asked after making him suffer a while longer.“I failed,” came the reply.“So I gathered,” she answered, trying to sound angry, when in fact she was close to tears of laughter. “Such a simple task,” she went on. “So very simple. Yet you manage to get yourself captured by Celestials, and imprisoned by them for two centuries. Finally when you escape, you allow yourself to be defeated by a group of mortals! All because of a piece of colored rock!”“Forgive me, I…” he began.“Silence!” the chamber rocked with her voice, and her minions trembled and hid. “The gem is destroyed…”At this, the figure looked fearful. She leaned in close to him.“As it should have been long ago. Think of what it has cost you!” She let that sink in before continuing. “When you are fully healed, you will return to the Realm, ruling as you still should have been. Go now.”The figure stood and slowly walked away from Glasya, the Princess of the Nine Hells.“And Venger…”Incantus stopped in his tracks, a stinging look on his face at the mention of his True Name.“Don’t fail me again,“ she finished.Incantus turned to her and bowed. “Yes, mother,” he said, and left the throne room.</blockquote>

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