Underdark
Just outside of Szith Morcane
Marpenoth 22nd, 1372
Delorian stalked quickly and quietly through the tunnels leading out of Szith Morcane. He was not in a very good mood. Though the mood of the shade was never very chipper, recent developments had him even less cheery.
Plickit had disappeared. Will had explained it rather matter of factly. The thrikreen had decided that he would better serve his people in the desert now that he had gotten as many as he could free through working with the party. Nothing more could be accomplished by the thrikreen here. Nothing for himself, thought Delorian. But what of the monumental task ahead. As far as Delorian, and perhaps others if the murmurs could be trusted, was concerned, Plickit had fled responsibility. He had what he wanted, so he left, no matter what the cost to the rest of them, or even the world.
Still Delorian knew he had to put those thoughts behind him, and continue his scouting for the rest of the group. The darkness of the Underdark was complete, but the party had little trouble picking its way along. Delorian’s Shade lineage allowed him to see easily enough. Will’s intense connection to the element of fire allowed him to see. Marcus’ long time spent in the dark confines of prison allowed for him to see as well. The only one who had trouble seeing was Varick, but he had spells to overcome that deficiency.
The tunnel ahead started to reveal a bit of a glow. There was light ahead. Delorian stalked forward till he could see around the natural rock formations to the source of the light. A lone drow sat before a tiny fire, nothing more than embers now. He was leaning back against a stalagmite, watching the fire. A long thin elven sword lay beside him, and a shield lay to the other side. He wore a dull black breastplate, mostly covered by a piwafi, the dark elven poncho like cloak.
Delorian examined the man for a few moments, then pulled open a shadow door and stepped through it, back to the party. He quickly related what he saw, then stepped back through the shadows to beyond the lone drow.
From the shadows, Will stepped forward and called out to the drow. The dark elf looked up, and nodded, returning the greeting. Delorian just watched.
Will asked the dark elf, “You seem to be waiting for something…”
“Indeed. And now here you are.”
“You waited for us?”
The dark elf nodded, but then scanned the area around him. “But two of your party are missing. Where are the shade and the thrikreen?”
Will shook his head, “Around. Why are you waiting for us?”
“My time in Szith Morcane needed to come to an end. Rumor had it you were heading to Maerimydra to deal with the Cult of the Banshee. I would like to join you. The White Banshee’s followers made my life miserable in Szith Morcane… I’d like to repay the favor.”
Delorian stepped out of the shadows. “You are looking for revenge?”
The drow did not seem surprised at the arrival, nor did he turn around to answer. “Indeed. I was content to live out my many years in Szith Morcane. The High Priestesses there left me alone. That is, until the Banshee’s wenches took over. They ruined what I had, so I figure its time for a bit of payback.”
Will nodded. “Well… it seems you are in luck, as we need guide to Maerimydra.”
The dark elf nodded, “I can help you navigate the passages of the Underdark, but the route to the city is not known to me. I am not from these parts, though I have passed through the city, once.”
Will turned to the others. “Having one of them along with us will probably make our journey a bit easier at times.”
Marcus frowned, “Or more difficult… their tyranny must be known under the earth more so than above it.”
Varick frowned, “I do not much fancy traveling with a spider-kisser, even one that is out for revenge. However, I do not fancy the odds of us four alone in the Underdark either.”
Will looked back to the dark elf. “What is your name stranger?”
“You can call me Malaghym.”
“Very well, Malaghym… you can travel with us for now. Prove your worth and trustworthiness to us, and you most likely have the revenge you seek.”
Malaghym nodded and motioned to the fire. “Warm yourselves then, we have a long journey ahead of us.
Underdark
Somewhere between Szith Morcane and the Lake of Shadows
Marpenoth 24th, 1372
Marcus was surprised to see Delorian appear before him. The journey through the Underdark, now a full two days in, was hard. The way, though well blazed from a century of drow travel, was unused in some time, and ways around giant rock formations, and through narrow caverns made the going slow. Luckily they had not run afoul of anything that called the Underdark home though. Well, nothing but a few mosses, fungi, deep bats, and the like.
Delorian appeared out of the gloom. “There is a river crossing ahead, in a large cavern. Looks like a pair of bridges span the gap, but it’s a very likely spot for an ambush.”
Marcus crept forward with the rest and gazed down the sloping natural passage. He could now hear the sounds of the river, and it sounded as if it was fairly swift. A large stone bridge spanned the first length of the river. Beyond it, a wooden bridge spanned a second branch. He motioned for the others to wait, while he checked the bridge out.
Stopping just before the bridge, Marcus could tell that it had been shaped by magic. Remnants of an old wood and rope bridge, similar to the other bridge, could be seen dangling from support posts on either side. Perhaps something had destroyed the old bridge, and when someone with the ability to cast such a spell found the way blocked, the stone bridge had been magically created. It was very sturdy, so Marcus carefully made his way across.
Just on the other side he froze in mid step. The earth on the other side was flat. Too flat. He bent down and examined it for a moment. It was shaped as well. He tapped the edge. It was hollow. A pit trap, made to look like stone, with no seem. Clever, thought Marcus. But not clever enough. He skirted to the side, smiling as he motioned to the others that the area was not safe.
As he got around the corner of the trap he started forward a moment, then froze in his footsteps. Being in a dungeon cell, alone, for as long as he had been, he had developed the ability to sense when something stirred near him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he could just feel through the floor that something was moving. Something big.
The earth beyond the trap erupted, spraying earth and rock everywhere. A huge lump of rock shaped flesh heaved itself upward and huge meaty appendage flung out, slapping Marcus hard.
The former criminal was nearly taken off his feet, the force of the blow was so hard. It not only hurt due to physical impact though, the thing was covered in some sort of acidic slime. Everywhere it had hit Marcus burned as the acid ate away at his skin. Luckily his magic armor and cloak were spared for the most part.
Marcus rolled with the hit, tumbling back and away to the far edge of the island of earth as the beast growled out something in the language of the Underdark.
Whatever it said, Marcus guessed the rest of the party did not find it much comfort as everyone leapt to the attack. He could hear Will casting something, but the creature seemed to shrug off the effect fairly readily. Malaghym fired a pair of arrows at the thing, but they bounced harmlessly of its thick hide. A mystical weapon appeared above the creature, a morningstar shaped like Varick’s weapon. It slammed down atop the thing, causing it to grunt out a protest.
Whatever the thing had said though, the party’s response only seemed to anger it, and Marcus was on the receiving end of that anger, being as he was so close still. It shoved up out of the hole and slammed him yet again with its massive paw. He crumpled to the ground on the edge of the cliff leading to the water. He looked down a moment, and thought how the nice cool looking water would help to ease the pain of the acid that was burning deep into his flesh. He reached in to pull out one of his rods. If he could hit the water and keep his strength enough to hold onto the rod, he might be able to be pulled out.
The pain was unbearable though, and even as his thoughts of escape were forming, his vision started to tunnel. His hearing felt muted. The grunts of the beast seemed to be farther and farther away, but he knew it hadn’t moved. His eyes closed and the darkness closed in on him.
Will saw his cousin fall and screamed out in protest. One hand flew to his spell component pouch, and he quickly brought up a wall of fire around the massive beast. He thought he recognized it as a delver, but this one was much larger than he had been lead to believe. Perhaps the wall would keep it from Marcus long enough for them to get to him.
Delorian flashed in behind the beast, braving the blazing wall. The beasts hide was too thick though, and after a few attempts to hurt it left him with nothing. The wall was not burning him, his natural shade born resistance to fire preventing any damage, so he stayed in on the creature.
Varick summoned a massive flame strike in the center of the wall of flame, and the beast within screamed out in anguish and thrashed about looking for a way out. It spun on Delorian and both paws reached out to smash into him. The first hit spun Delorian to one side, and the second hit slammed the monk in the chest. Acid flew all over the monk and as he gritted his teeth against the pain, the magic of his belt, bracers, and gloves faded away as the items were burned through.
Will could see that the monk was reeling from the twin blows, and watched him quickly roll back and out of the creatures reach. As he fled toward the bridge he grabbed handfuls of shadow, preparing to step through and away given the opportunity.
Will grabbed more spell components out as he watched Malaghym toss aside his bow and run across the stone bridge, trying to reach Marcus.
The drow skirted between the pit trap, the wall of fire, and the sheer drip into icey waters. Grabbing Marcus he rolled him over. What he saw caused his heart to drop. Half of the human’s face was gone, the skin and muscle burned away, the bone sizzling away still. His eyes were closed, but the drow had seen enough corpses in his life to recognize one.
The beast thrashed within the wall of force, and spun to face Malaghym. The drow warrior could see the thing recoiling to launch itself at him. He could do no good to dead rogue, so he had to think of his own skin. The thing needed to die and fast. He hated to reveal himself so soon to his new companions, but he certainly did not want to die there.
Before Malaghym could act, explosions of fire blasted up from around the beast. Hitting it on all four sides. Will’s firebrand still did not kill the beast though. It shook off the effects and refocused on the drow.
Will saw the dark elf lift his hands up as he dropped the lifeless form of Marcus back to the ground. The drow’s entire form lit up as magical energy coursed through and out of him. The dark threw a single massive bolt of magical energy, a bluish flame that slammed into the delver. Will could tell with his arcane sight, that the drow was not a spellcaster, but that he held some sort of magical energy. Now it all made sense. The drow could channel spellfire.
The delver thrashed about, caught off guard by the powerful blast. The cleric’s spiritual weapon slammed into again and Varick called forth a ray of powerful energy that blasted the thing square in the chest. With a final sigh, the thing collapsed within the burning wall of fire.
***
The companions were in shock. In an instant, another of their members lay dead. Varick had summoned them a shelter, and Marcus was laid out inside. The cleric had cleaned up the body, but then told them the news they did not wish to hear. “I have the energy to bring him back, but not the materials I need.”
Will heard the words, but it took a moment for the shock to subside enough for him to speak. “What… what do you lack?”
“Diamonds. I need 5000 gold pieces worth of diamonds. It is the price the Gray Plane demands for the release of a soul. I’m sorry. He will be missed.”
Delorian stepped out, but came back in a moment later. “Quickly! The beast… its stomach… it ate metal… and gems.” The group rushed out, and in the middle of the charred carcass they found a few small gems, and a single diamond.
The joy of the find quickly turned sour as the diamond was heavily damaged, the acid of the beasts stomach having worked months to try and dissolve it. Will looked it over then handed it to Varick. “I have no idea how much this is worth, but I have diamond dust I can add as well.”
Varick nodded, “As do I have some, but I’m not sure it is enough. We will have to see what the Gray Plane takes.”
Varick required a nights rest before the ritual could begin. Will paced a bit, got some rest, then tried to study one of his new spells. Though he managed to commit it to memory, his heart was not really in it. All he could think about was Marcus laying dead on the bed near him. He remembered growing up with Marcus. He remembered all the family outings, the huge lavish parties his parents threw, and the major festivals that the two had gone to together, always managing to get in some sort of trouble. It was their first adventures really. Now he was dead… and none of Will’s powerful magics could do a thing about it.
Finally Varick began the ritual. The large diamond disappeared first, then the smaller diamonds that Varick had disappeared. Will feared his entire supply would be used up, and still it might not be enough. His pouch of diamond dust lay open, and as Varick continued to chant the small bits of diamond began to glow. The top of the pile disappeared first, then slowly more and more of the pile was eaten away. Will closed his eyes, holding his breath.
Varick stopped chanting. Will snapped his eyes open and turned to look at Marcus. His face was whole again, and some of the color had returned. It had worked.
Finally Will looked down at the diamond dust. Most of it was gone. But a small pile remained. He would be able to cast a few stoneskins still, but not too many. Hopefully he would have the opportunity to replace his supply soon, as he knew he would need it before this adventure was done.