Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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Hewelathan-Bear's magically-empowered jaws clamp down on the dragon, and it suddenly "bursts" -- like a bubble. His teeth snap shut with a loud SNAP. Hewelathan-Bear shakes his head and snorts at the foul-smelling mist, and he looks around to ensure that the Remnant of Sserah didn't simply teleport away from him. He's glad that he was able to crush the draconic entity that had attacked Jodie, but the fact that the Sserah's soul shards were able to manifest even this much power in the physical world worries him. What else can they do?, he wonders. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to bring multiple shards of the Dragon Lord's soul together into the Ruinstone!
Hewelathan understands draconic. He can hear the dragon's roars clearly even inside the "cave," and he knows that the dragon whom he freed from its magical leash has now focused its wrath on Firion. Good! Maybe the dragons will finish him off!, he silently hopes. But red dragons are reputedly arrogant, ill-tempered, and violent. Hewelathan doesn't believe that the dragon will show them much gratitude for freeing it. At best, maybe it will just fly away once it's done with Firion and leave them alone.
But Hewelathan wonders whether Sserah's soul shards could exert any influence over the dragons. Could it charm them or induce them to recover the ruinstone? He glances after Jodie, and sees her hovering by the rear exit. He mutters to Korba, "I guess she needs to see Firion's defeat so that she can make a song about it later."
Hewelathan-Bear calls out to Jodie in his deep, ursine voice: (in Elvish) "Do not leave the cave, Jodie! We don't know whether the remnant of the Dragon Lord can exert some influence over these dragons."
The Lich senses there is no magic left on the mage.
If you have no magic, I will feed on your essence
💀 DC 18 Con 62 necrotic, save for half
Fargen Hill Dwarf Cleric/Barbarian - Hoard of the Dragon Queen, Jodie Olwen Half-Elf Bard- Chronicles of the Accursed
Insult to injury, the Lich assaults Firion with its Starfire Chill after Gorash, Selarial, Smiler, and Temphalic's actions.
Starfire Chill DC 18 Con
7 fire 3 cold
10 fire 7 cold
5 fire 9cold
7 fire 9 cold
Fargen Hill Dwarf Cleric/Barbarian - Hoard of the Dragon Queen, Jodie Olwen Half-Elf Bard- Chronicles of the Accursed
Firion's Con saves
Finger of Death: 12
Starfire Chill (x4)
21
8
8
20
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The lich points its finger at Firion, striking him with a sickly green ray of death.
The dark mage collapses to his knees with a cough, blackened blood spurting from his mouth, nose, and even his eyes.
"Y-you think you've won..." he exclaims.
"But... we... we gave the traitor dragon's heart he desired," the mage continues, his breathing rasping. "That kobold... will be far greater than I ever was."
Then he collapses, his body contorting and twisting, before slowly standing up again as a zombie under the control of the Astral Lich.
His soul has left his body, the lich says, its voice echoing with ancient power and knowledge. His essence retreated into another vessel. Yet Entropy shall find him, as it does all mortal things.
Meanwhile, the two dragons fall to the ground. The Red Dragon, without a second thought, proceeds to clamp its jaws around the zombie that was Firion and swallows it.
The Green Dragon, meanwhile, takes on a contemplative look.
"Our chains are broken," she says, her voice full of both majesty and venom. "But... it appears we are stranded far from Faerun..."
The red dragon pauses at that, his eyes narrowing slightly as he swallows the remains of Firion.
"So we are," he replies, his voice still full of barely-contained fury even with the source of their enslavement destroyed. "Perhaps these mortals know how to return us to our proper location. I most certainly hope they do, for their sakes."
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((OOC: Aaaannnnd... CONGRATULATIONS TO THE PARTY!!! You won. I'm not going to bother calculating exact XP, so I'm giving you 9,000 XP each! Also... going to manually buff Gorash and Selarial a little bit. Ruby also gets 9,000 XP like the party))
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With the fight complete Tamphalic takes a moment to catch his breath before checking up on the others.
After he is sure all are, miraculously, alive he walks up to the dragons.
"Oh great dragons, thank you for your help and sorry that the cult captured and controlled you. What would the proper location be in your opinion, that you would want to get to?" he says with a little bow.
Selariel uses her final healing light to heal Gorash for 13hp, he did use his protection on her instead of himself after all and she is thankful for that. Gorash feels almost completely himself again after the healing, but he knows how close he got to being downed by the dragon. He, however, understands the dragons where under some sort of mind control and doesn't hold it against them.
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
The red dragon seems somewhat mollified by Temphalic's respect.
"Much better," he says in draconic. "Take us to Faerun at once, so we can tear apart this cult at its seam! None shall be left alive after my wrath."
The green dragon sighs, clearly much more interested in thinking things through than her counterpart.
"Vitarek, calm yourself," she says almost sweetly. "The worshipers of Sserah will taste our vengeance in time, but I suspect these mortals need to recover... And I think that we could use some rest as well, after the weeks we spent chained in their dungeons."
A shudder runs through her body at the memory, before she looks down at Temphalic.
"Thank you for your aid, little one," the green dragon says to the Wizard in Draconic. "Those who have freed us from the clutches of madness shall not be forgotten. My name is Nordaka."
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Hewelathan-Bear follows Jodie to the cave's rear entrance, ready to fight off Zolgu and Firion, but he's surprised to find both of them gone. (He later hears that the Astral Lich killed Firion, and that the Firion-zombie was eaten by one of the dragons!) The battle appears to be over, but there are still two big dragons here. He asks Jodie, "How are you doing?" Unless it looks like the party will get a chance to rest immediately, he offers her some of the Goodberries from the pouch tied around his neck. (She'll have to take them out herself since he can't do that while in Bear form. It's +3 HP per Goodberry for this batch, and there are still 23 berries in the pouch). Since Jodie was holding the Ruinstone, the Remnant of Sserah focused on her, and she's one of the most injured party members at the moment.
Hewelathan-Bear listens to Tamphalic talking to the dragons. He translates the parts that are in draconic for Jodie and Nickeline so that they know what's being discussed (as well as the difference in the two dragons' attitudes). He's also eager to hear from Nickeline and Hildegard what happened with Zolgu and Firion since he missed much of it from his position inside the cave.
Korba heads to the main entrance, which was where he had thought the cultists' main assault would be. Seeing that the fight really is over, he sheathes his Moonblade, though it takes him a moment to realize that it's OK to put the weapon back in its scabbard when he's not using it. After the ritual, he will no longer pay a "cost" each time he draws the blade.
Korba checks on Gorash, but he tries to stay clear of Tamphalic and the dragons. He shakes his head in disbelief, muttering, "What is it with these people? Why are they so eager to talk to dragons?"
(OOC: I think that we said that we're in Dim Light here.)
Despite the sickly, dim light that's emitted by the dead god's body, Korba's keen eyes can see the battlefield clearly with his Devil's Sight. Seeing a strange object on the ground northwest of the cave entrance, near where Firion was standing when the red dragon was first freed by Hewelathan. He walks over and picks it up. It's the horn that Firion was holding at the start of the fight! He must have dropped it when the red dragon attacked him.
Selarial approaches Korba and looks at the horn, studying it uneasily for a moment.
"This..." she says quietly. "...This Is the most foul thing I have ever seen... the horn of a unicorn, transformed into something profane by powers of darkness... I can almost taste the darkness in the air around it... but I know not how even a mage of Firion's caliber could have created such an accursed thing."
She shudders visibly and looks like she might vomit even looking at this thing. The blood red gemstone set into the bone pulses faintly... like a tiny beating heart. The twisted metal wrapped around the horn shines slightly with an ominous purple light with every "beat" of the gemstone heart.
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Nickeline is quite relieved that the danger seems to be over for now. She answers Hewelathan's question to the best of her ability. "Firion turned into that." Nickeline points at the zombie.
She would like to rest but doesn't want to keep the dragons waiting too long. "It sounds like Mr. Red Dragon and Ms. Nordaka the Green Dragon are being very polite and are making a very reasonable request. About that, I almost forgot: Firion said his army was already attacking the Shaded Isle! We might not want to wait very long anyway, if we are to aid in its defense."
She wonders what has become of the demon which had been infesting her crystal ball now that Firion is gone. When she has a spare moment, she takes it out and shakes it like a snow globe, inspecting it for signs of continued demonic influence.
Tamphalic is happy that it seems the Green dragon is reasonable.
"Yes, some rest would indeed be good; We have a way to get back to Faerun, but in order to get there we will first have to get back to the Radiant citadel. And where we will return in Faerun, we can expect a large fight to be happening as the cult of the dragon was supposedly attacking some of our friends back at Faerun." Tamphalic answers
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
As Firion falls to the ground, Sir Steven steps back, holding his sword high aloft. "Judgment of the gods be upon you, foul mage! Mayhaps you once had a noble soul, untarnished, and yet without repentence for your sins, now the most loathsome creatures of the planes have their way with you!" He incants this soliloquy as zombie-Firion is snapped up and swallowed by the dragon. Then he shudders and drops to his knees. "O Divine Powers that rightly cursed me to remain in perpetual tormentous vigil in my own armor, accept my sacrifice of slaying this dark mage. The battle is not yet won. I will aid these champions in destroying Sserah Nightbane, and then, I beg you, consider my penance completed, and let your Sweet Forgiveness take me home..." Even as he speaks, he slowly fades away.
"Well fought, Steven II the Valiant," Hildegard says. Still mounted on Perdita, she sheathes her sword. "And well fought, my friends. We see Firion felled, thanks be to the Seven Heroes and the Divine Order that they serve." She looks sadly at Hewelathan and the others as the group comes back together. "Zolgu betrayed his ally, and he has escaped. The evil kobold has said that no dragon is worth serving except Sserah Nightbane. I fear that Firion's mantle has been taken up once more, perhaps in even greater sinister power. Our work is not yet finished."
As Korba approaches with the horn that Firion had held, Perdita suddenly rears up, and begins to snort flames. Whinnying shrieks rip their way from the normally silent cursed unicorn's throat. It is all Hildegard can do to hang onto the celestial reins, forged by the monks of Windrunner Abbey, to keep Perdita's rage under control. Hildegard's face is pale as she wrestles the poor creature. "Orphan made by Sserah Nightbane," she whispers, "Tali Windrunner, the guardian who came to you in your need, needs your help now..." With the reins in one hand Hildegard pulls the reliquary of Tali Windrunner from around her neck. As soon as she touches the relic to Perdita's neck, the nightmare finally calms, sweat like rivulets of fire running down her hide, steam rising from her eyes and nostrils blazing like furious embers.
Finally, then, she looks at Korba, and at the horn he holds. Her eyes widen... "By the Seven Heroes..." she whispers, in horrified disbelief. Whispering to Perdita, she leaps from the saddle, and places the reliquary back around her neck. Perdita stands trembling and snorting in fury. "Korba, let me see it." Hildegard holds her hands out. She wants to see if this is Perdita's lost horn... Lord Akkron's words echo in her memory as wild hope begins to stir in her breast. If you can retrieve her horn, then this vile crime can be undone.
Shaking the crystal ball reveals... nothing. It seems that, with Firion defeated, the dark spirit was forced to leave its legendary vessel behind.
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Taking the dark artifact in your hands and inspecting it, you can feel more than see exactly what it is... deep in your soul, you know the truth. It is Perdita's horn, but it has been twisted by dark magic and artifice into something evil. But... perhaps reuniting it with its true owner would be enough to cleanse both of their infernal corruption.
(OOC: Most likely, a Regenerate could re-attack the broken horn to Perdita, perhaps with Greater Restoration right after to excise the dark magic and allow Perdita to truly be whole again)
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(OOC: Oops! Correction for character consistency. Korba does not carry a scabbard. He dismisses his his pact weapon, and it vanishes into a vortex of spinning sand.)
Korba nods and says, "I will be careful." He explains, "I am familiar with dark magicks. If we can use this horn to put an end to the Cult of the Dragon Lord, then we will use it even if it is a profane item bound with fell enchantments."
Korba doesn't really know the source of his own powers. His silent patron makes him lethal in combat, but he doesn't know what it really wants. He originally thought that his benefactor must be one of the Dark Seldarine. Not Lolth, of course! The Demon Queen of Spiders would never favor a half-elf, but one of the other gods may have heard his desperate plea and decided to twist it to further their own ends. Or maybe his abilities were wholly unrelated to the drow, coming from some other Power.
When Korba learned that his Moonblade contained a shard of Sserah's soul, he was worried that his powers came from that shard. But since his magic did not vanish when Jodie captured that soul shard in the Ruinstone, he figures that his magic must come from some other source. Some Dark Power who doesn't care how he uses the Moonblade as long as he uses it to kill.
Korba hands her the horn, saying, "Be careful. Selariel said that it is one of the most foul artifacts she has ever seen, which is saying something coming from a fiend!" He looks to the Nightmare's bare head and then back to Hildegard. He asks, "Even if this is the unicorn's lost horn, are you sure that you want to restore her to her rightful form before this last battle?" He's thinking that if the cult is attacking the Shaded Isle with wyverns or even dragons (willing or ensorcelled), a flying mount might still be useful! He also worries that they may want to use this corrupted item's terrible power against Zolgu and the cult, and they won't be able to do that if they break the magic and restore the unicorn to her original form.
Seeing the crystal ball, Hewelathan-Bear suggests to Nickeline: "Maybe you could use it to scry on Bridgette, Lord Akkron's apprentice. She probably isn't protected from scrying, and maybe that would show you enough to know whether the attack is already underway."
Jodie thanks Hewelathan for his concern, "Yes a short rest would do us all well. Our new friends and us have gone through quite the ordeal. But it sounds like the fight is back at the Shaded Isle. Let's amass our allies, Zolgu may indeed be real bane."
Song of Rest (6 hp) + 3 Bard HD (18 hp) + Goodberry (3 hp)
Fargen Hill Dwarf Cleric/Barbarian - Hoard of the Dragon Queen, Jodie Olwen Half-Elf Bard- Chronicles of the Accursed