Session 56
Ashes to Ashes II
Ashes to Ashes II
The journey through the silt expanse of the Estuary of the Forked Tongue was eerily uneventful. The group, perhaps expecting a giant to wade through the sand or a silt horror to burst from the depths, found themselves instead arriving on the island without incident.
Disembarking, they discovered the island’s landscape dotted with stone trees, their leaves made of white crystal. The hundreds of petrified trunks were almost perfectly preserved, like a verdant forest forever frozen in time. As they moved inland, the slope of the island increased, and the eternal forest thickened around them. Eventually, the stone trees opened up into a clearing surrounding a raised dais.
At the top of the dais stood a man dressed in fine robes. A purple fire engulfed a smaller tree made entirely of crystal, which sprouted from an intricately carved altar in the middle of the dais. Elemental fire flashed and sizzled from the other trees in the area. Several armed cultists took up positions to block the group’s approach.
A man in a tattered cloak called out as they approached. “You are too late. The temple is already given to my master. Let me show you his power.” With a dramatic gesture to the crystal tree, a gout of ash exploded, obscuring the area of the dais, signaling the imminent confrontation.
The group swiftly assessed the situation, uncovering several crucial details. Through their knowledge of arcana, they discerned that Vitiok was siphoning and directing energy from the crystal tree, a process fraught with dark magic. Their understanding of nature further revealed that this energy was corrupting and binding the spirit within the area, channeling through the crystal leaves of the petrified trees.
By tapping into their historical knowledge, they realized the temple was ancient, dedicated to the conflicting elements of Air and Earth. This contradiction hinted at a deeper turmoil within the temple's foundation, possibly exploited by Vitiok to enhance his control. The group recognized that it might be possible to release the bound spirit, a critical move to thwart Vitiok’s nefarious plans. The stakes were high, and the air was thick with tension as they prepared to confront the malevolent force manipulating the ancient temple.
Anvar worked tirelessly to heal the group as they sustained injuries, cleansing the temple with his own blood. Mario, as a druid of spores, did the same, bolstering their efforts. Fazanna used her magic to hasten and rushed up the dais to confront Vitiok. Shank closed in on any enemy he could find, crushing them mightily before releasing his obscuring volcanic rage smoke. Khthag unleashed psionic blasts, granting his comrades extra attacks, while Morhen struck with a deadly rain of arrows.
Vitiok summoned an elemental storm and called forth the tainted spirit, which siphoned the life energy of all nearby and raised the fallen enemies. Cultist archers struck from high in the trees, and cultist warriors waded in with deadly sharp obsidian swords. Each time the temple was cleansed, the crystals in the trees began to smoke and burn, causing damage to those in the trees and forcing the archers to abandon their positions.
The storm randomly struck enemy combatants, and Vitiok lost his crystal mastery attack power, screaming in indignation. The primordial storm hazard dissipated, and the corrupted spirit lost its regeneration and reanimation powers, turning on any cultists within reach. As the purification continued, the temple's power surged, allowing the party to heal as a free action.
In a final, dramatic climax, the temple was purified, and the spirit, along with the enemies, dissipated in a violent explosion. An arc of lightning shot from the crystal tree into the primordial storm. The spirit screamed in agony as it was ripped to shreds, and a beam of purple fire lanced back to the crystal tree, causing a massive explosion. The blast blinded and knocked everyone to the floor, snapping the nearby petrified trees into shards. When their vision cleared, they saw the altar on the dais cracked in two, the tree gone, leaving only a small glowing crystal leaf behind.
As the group recovered from the blast, Mahlanda and other members of the Veiled Alliance arrived in the aftermath. They began the ritual to harness the energy for Mahlanda's transformation. A multitude of emotions assaulted the group: anticipation, exhilaration, and hope. Their minds seemed to merge into one as a glow suffused them, emanating from within. Mahlanda glowed brightest of all, her light growing until it hurt to look at her.
Slowly, Mahlanda rose, her feet losing touch with the ground as she ascended. Her clothes burned away in bright flames. In the light, great wings seemed to unfold from her back, her eyes became like gems, and her form lengthened and grew thinner. She looked down, her eyes filled with absolute bliss, but then panic flickered across her face as she glimpsed her new form.
Suddenly, a great fire burst outward. At the center of its blaze, Mahlanda’s form twisted, darkening and growing into a towering, scaly figure. Her teeth elongated, her arms and legs thickened, and her hands and feet turned into claws. An immense fear gripped the group, followed by frustration and anger, with one thought dominating their minds: "Everything goes wrong! Why is this failing?"
Unsure how to proceed, Shank approached her and hugged her tightly, reassuring her that it would be alright. Mahlanda breathed heavily and closed her eyes. Slowly, the fire dwindled and turned back to golden light. The draconic features melted away, leaving an avangion form that evaporated like mist. Mahlanda descended back to the floor, dropping to her knees in tears.
The great avangion form was gone, but Mahlanda's skin sparkled and gleamed. When she looked up, her eyes had turned bright green. "Did we succeed? Or did we fail?" she asked, tears still streaming. As the telepathic connection faded, the group realized that nobody had an answer to that question.