The Power of Names

The Power of Names

Session 140

Characters: Grim, Anthony, Terus, Nomin, Julian, Samael, Cael.

NPCs: 2 Marble Colossus of Myth Tarna, Avazgourlchaeril the Guardian of Elhold, Artificial Twin Conciousness, Alaphondar the Sage of Cormyr, 4 Purple Dragon Knights, 3 Royal Library Acolytes.

L 16 Mirtul 1374 - E 17 Mirtul 1374

3650 XP

The party stood bathed in stone dust awaiting some glance at the great voice that had called to them from deep within the half-ruined temple. The two remaining colossal marble guardians shifted back to their places at the far corners of the temple. Sounds of a great beast stepping through the fallen stones echoed through the marble hall. The stone dust resonated with the shifting magical energy of the temple runes, and then began to glow with the yellows and oranges of a sunrise ahead of them. A Great Wyrm Gold Dragon stepped forward and announced himself as Avazgourlchaeril. At the sight of this great creature the party took to their knees almost instinctively. Anthony Manton stated his remorse for what they had unknowingly done to cross the gold dragon and asked for forgiveness. Avazgourl nodded his massive head indicating the forgiveness was granted, reflecting rays of golden starlight throughout the temple from his shining scales.

Avazgourl asked that they tell him who they were and why they had come. Each in the party introduced themselves to the holy dragon, some with more hesitation than others. At first they offered few details concerning their quest to protect King Azoun V, which drew a more pointed line of questioning from Avazgourl. At hearing this slight change in his demeanor, Anthony, Grim, and Randal knew that they had few chances to earn the good favors of this dragon and as such divulged the full information concerning their quest to find the Palaghard I Council Texts, and protect them from the Cult of the Dragon so that the sacred re-anointment ritual the Knights Draconis were to perform would be undisturbed. Some in the party whom were particularly observant noticed the many strange magical runes which adorned Avazgourl’s metallic hide. Of these carvings, some were abjurative, others told tales of ancient times, but one in particular caught their interest. Just behind the right shoulder, usually hidden by a retracted wing, was a rune of a mercurial dragon eating its own tail glowing purple in the moonlight. They realized that Avazgourl was indeed a Knight Draconis and though he did not seem to be hiding the fact as diligently as the others they had encountered, Avazgourl was no longer a neutral party in this matter.

After a long discussion, Avazgourl admitted to the party that he was a Knight Draconis. However, it was the nature of his organization, and the duty he had as a Keeper of the Secrets and Guardian of Elfhold that he could in no way allow them access to Elfhold. Further, he explained that Elfhold was still one of the most well guarded locations in all of Ferun. Attackers would have to be great trackers to find it through the wandering fey crossroads passing through the Vast Swamp, they would need great power to destroy the Knightswood Nine, Avazgourl, and the remaining 2 Colossal Marble Guardians. If somehow the attackers could do all this, then the secrets of Elfhold were locked under a great series of Epic spells traps. Avazgroul continued by saying that the location of the Crystal Grot and other key information contained within the Palaghard I Council Texts was further protected by the shear volume of information within the Knight Draconis Library of Elfhold. The Anointment was to be in just a few days, and that even a team of great historians would take years to find the necessary information within the Knight Draconis Library within Elfhold.

The party then asked Avazgourl about his knowledge concerning Alaphondar’s whereabouts and activities in the past few weeks. In addition, they also questioned him concerning lore on the Lost King and his potential identities. Avazgourl did not lie when he said that he had not seen or heard from Alaphondar. The great gold dragon was appointed to his Guardianship duties many centuries ago and has not wandered from the site once in his time. Avazgourl could not speculate on whether Alaphondar was an agent for the Cult of the Dragon, a Knight Draconis, a Parliamentarian, Royalist, or the Lost King Himself! If Alapondar was the Lost King, his longevity would explain how he could have amassed such great knowledge on Cormyrian lore and magic.

Avazgourl suggested the party use their great magical power to find Alaphondar. A statement to which almost made even Grim sneer in the Great Wyrm’s presence, for he had already tried his greatest spells of detection at Alaphondar’s initial disappearance. But Grim’s feeling of frustration quickly subsided when he set his eyes further down the Temple’s Hall to its center which opened up to the night sky above.

In the center of the temple grounds was a large dirt circle, seemingly out of place at first glance. However, as Grim walked down the hall toward it he realized that the marble temple stones had been built around the earthy site. The bare ground was as dry as desert sand even in the middle of the Vast Swamp itself. The soil was a pale brown, suitable for many types of plant growth, yet not even the slightest leaf or root could be seen. Grim recognized it as a dead magic site almost immediately as his arcane hand which had been born again from Mystra’s Essence crackled and disappeared before he could touch the still soil. Grim’s vision shifted to the temple roof above whose roof also had an identical perfect circle above the dead magic site, allowing the starlight to settle upon the dirt before him. Another great sculpture of the Twin Sisters of Cormynthor seemed to caress the great round skylight above him. Grim them realized, this mythal was still alive, but had been wronged by the destruction of the Twin Sisters themselves at this site. If he could repair the damage to the weave at this site, perhaps the Mythal was assist him in finding the location of Alaphondar? It was worth a shot.

Grim stood aside the great dirt circle and focused on the Weave around him in the Temple. It was dense, and chaotic, and resonated with an alien rhythm that soon became familiar as Grim let go of his consciousness. He slipped into a vision of the Amatharr Elves long ago. Many noble elves dressed in ceremonial garbs have visited the temple many others in common folk clothing are assembled as well. They are tense and soon panic from something outside the city’s forests grounds, something that must not get in. Great flashes of light nearly strike Grim from his vision as he focused harder on the temple’s aura. Grim barely maintained his focus, but by then the vision was almost over. He sees the Twin Sisters now, dead. Their bodies dry and thin, a pale light hangs over them. Grim’s head hurts with a painful cold stabbing pain, the pale light burning his eyes. He saw one thing recognizable in this vision, the pale brown dirt they lie on.

After his vision, Grim mustered all his wizardly energy within his ghostly hand. It glowed with determination and arcane power more so than it ever had before. He then Wished that this dead magic zone be returned to the Weave and under Mystra’s holy protection, and pledged that the wrongs committed here will be avenged. He grabbed the very Weave itself with his arcane hand and pulled it back into the dead magic zone; annihilating it forever and returning magic to the site once more. With the Weave restored Grim collapsed temporarily upon the marble floor and rose shortly after. A great hummmmm could be heard throughout the temple grounds as the chaotic magical power within the Temple was united all at once. Grim looked upon the Weave once more to see it in perfect harmony, the threads of magic were as dense as before but now logical and in a nearly undecipherable order. The Temple had awakened.

Two voices called out to Grim in unison from the Temple walls as if they had been born from the same consciousness. Avazgourl recognized them as the voices of an artificial consciousness born from the Twin Sister’s minds at the time of the creation of this site. The Twin Consciousness thanked Grim for his efforts in restoring the Temple, but that in order to avenge the Twin Sisters he would have to do more. Before Grim could ask they said to him, “Destroy the Palestaff”. The chilling words bore into all of the party’s souls, for somehow they knew these were words not to be spoken, but also words not of their present quest to save Azoun V and Cormyr. Grim called out to the Temple for help in finding Alaphondar Emmarsk so that they may finally determine who is guilty of the crimes of assassination and treason against the Royal Crown.

The Temple obliged Grim’s request and as the wise Mage looked up into the stars through the great skylight he saw them shift and form different images, in the way a crystal ball randomly creates images from the ambient light and colors of a room. Grim Scryed through the skylight and into the stars asking them to find Alaphondar. He suddenly came to the same magical barrier which had stopped him many times before, but this time, the power of Elfhold flowed through him and he shattered Alaphondar’s great spellbarrier. All at once there he was, Alaphondar was sitting in a large study in a pocket dimension of his own creation. Books, maps and loose documents covered the large wooden table he was focusing intensely on. Grim could tell through Alaphondar’s weary eyes that the Sage of Suzail was quite tired and agitated. The party meanwhile whom had been previously conversing pleasantly with Avazgourl outside on the temple grounds, looked into the temple curious of Grim’s activities.


Grim crashed out of the spell and headed straight for the outer temple grounds, stopping only for a moment to graciously thank the Mythal for its help; he would return. Grim informed the party of the Alaphondar’s whereabouts which nearly shook Nomin out of his heavy Cormyrian riding boots. “Finally, I have the traitor, we’ll see if he is in fact the Lost King” he thought. The party thanked Avazgourl for his honesty and understanding, and promised that they would return to help protect the temple if he ever called. Then Grim Teleported the party directly to the now familiar location of Alaphondar’s pocket dimension.


In their haste to arrive at Alaphondar’s secret hideaway, the party had not discussed their plans as to how to approach the mysterious figure. Would they act neutral? Treat him as a traitor until proven innocent? Would they reveal their suspicions that Alaphondar was the Lost King? The first to act was Nomin Ohtar, whom charged fully mounted on his epic battle steed toward the greatly surprised wizard. Nomin’s True Sight allowed him to see past Alaphondar’s wizard tricks used to Blurr and Displace his image. His lance struck true into Alaphondar’s shoulder, tilting the wizard off his chair and sending wooden fragments across the room. The instant however, that the Cormyrian lance struck Alaphondar and shattered Nomin was Dimensionally shifted into a terrible alien landscape. Nomin in furious anger realized that the old sage indeed had a few more tricks up his sleeves. He now wished that he had aimed his lance for a lethal blow instead, for this evil spell would certainly be something he would expect the Lost King to perform.

Without yet realizing his master was gone, Nomin’s steed reeled up and kicked Alaphondar into the bookshelves on the far side of the study, shattering more wood and sending books and pages flying in all directions. The wizard’s limp unconscious body rested underneath a vast pile of literature. Counting the furniture Nomin crushed upon his approach, Grim estimated that letting off a Fireball from the beginning may have caused less damage. Anthony rushed to the aid of Alaphondar whom was barely breathing. He would be of no good to them dead. Julian and the rest of the party made sure to bind the Sage up before allowing Anthony to Heal his wounds. Within a few minutes they had Alaphondar conscious, stable, bound, and sitting in the only remaining piece of furniture left in the study hall.

Meanwhile, Nomin was battling against hurricane-force black winds which swirled around him in all directions. The screaming winds were nearly deafening, and ripped into Nomin’s ears calling him to madness. Nomin tried to look up but he could barely lift his head against the winds, it seemed as if they had infiltrated his mind and would blow with unstoppable might in the opposite direction he intended to go, paralyzing him as he used every muscle in his body to resist. From the very top of his field of vision Nomin saw an endless landscape of black windswept plains, and what he thought for a brief second was a great dark mountain before the winds shut his eyelids so hard he could no longer open them. Now locked in the darkness of his own closed eyes, Nomin merely struggled to not be ripped apart by the insane nature of the shifting black wind.

Maniacal laughter called to him within the winds, and told him to kneel before the Supreme Throne, and serve the Prince of Lies. Nomin realized upon hearing this where he now was, the homeplane of the evil deity Cyric.
The party gathered around Alaphondar quickly, Grim in particular had seen the spell effect clearly which had sent Nomin into Cyrci’s Supreme Throne. The plane was chosen at random by the spell out of all the possible heaven’s and hells, Nomin had been sent into Cyric’s hands. Even though it seemed to have been randomly chosen, Grim could not shake the feeling that somehow Alaphondar could have menacingly chosen it at the moment he was struck. While it made for quite the impressive melee defense, (something Grim took note of for the future), he knew time was not on their side. Mere minutes in the Supreme Throne could send even the greatest of holy warriors into madness forever. Alaphondar realized who the party was and remembered them at the Gesture of Fealty well; he now sat with a smile upon his face patiently waiting their questioning. Every moment longer meant a potential eternity of madness for Nomin.


The party all began asking questions at a feverish pace, accusing him of being the Lost King, coordinating the Cult of the Dragon’s assassinations of the Knight Draconis, and many other things. But the Sage sat still taking his time to answer until they would let him free or state what their true quest was. Finally, the party realized they would not have time to barter with the Sage, and so they confessed to Alaphondar that they were tracking the Knights Draconis, to protect them from the Cult of the Dragon. They had just recently been to Elfhold, and restored a dead magic zone within the Mythal. Alaphondar then shifted his demeanor completely, from one of an incarcerated enemy to one of an ally whose comrades were in grave danger. The party spoke the truth of their quest and had not come to kill him or seek information to disrupt the Anointment Ceremony. Even still the party could not be sure Alaphondar was not the Lost King, but they had to trust him. At least for the time being.


Time was not on Nomin’s side. Every muscle ached and burned, he could feel his mind wandering. But every moment he would return with his concentration upon his standing position, “I will stand!” he thought because the wind had taken away his speech. Laughter and death screams clouded his mind; his legs were quivering now with intense fatigue unlike anything he had ever felt. The winds were louder now, though Nomin was certain he was deaf; perhaps they were coming from his mind? Minutes had gone by and now Nomin was positioned ready to kneel, his knee and shin were inches away from the hard black soil. The winds bashed down against his leg, pushing it slowly further towards the ground. Nomin could feel the air beneath his knee growing thinner and thinner. “Kneel before the Supreme Throne, and serve the Dark Sun.” he heard screaming again.

Alaphondar reversed the spell effect. Just that instant Nomin reappeared in mid air where he had been taken just minutes before and crashed to the ground. His armor was tattered and stained black, the cloth of his garb was shredded, and his hair stood on end as if he had been electrocuted. Black dried blood clogged his ears and shut his eyes closed. He was unconscious now. Alaphondar immediately went over to Nomin and checked the armor over his knees. “The soil of the Mad God does not taint his armor, he is quite a determined warrior indeed.” Anthony Manton set to work with prayers to Tyr for thanks and Healed Nomin of his conditions.

With the party together again, they restarted the talks with Alaphondar whom by this point had realized that they were fighting for the same cause. Alaphondar confessed to the party that he was in fact the writer of the Anointment Anagram, and explained that this whole time he had been working in secrecy with the other High Knights Draconis to coordinate this Anointment which the Inner Sanctum felt was necessary not only for Cormyr, but for the Purple Dragon as well. At the point of their initial meeting Alaphondar could not be sure whom to trust other than his other Knights Draconis. But now he realized outside help would be required. The party wanted to believe him, in part because of his genuine responses. But Alaphondar’s word was simply not enough in the party’s minds to excuse him of being the Lost King.

Anthony then had an idea. The Lost King signed his name in blood into the Royal Book of Cormyr after usurping the Crown. If Grim and Cael could magically analyze the signature of the Lost King and compare it to Alaphondar’s own blood it would clear him. Further, they could use the signature to test for any other blood connection to the Lost King. Alaphondar at first was hesitant to the idea, for he realized how sacred and important the Royal Book was, but it was the only true way of proving his innocent. Further, since he was the Sage of Cormyr, he was the only person other than the King himself whom had access to the Royal Book. So the party and Alaphondar agreed to Teleport into the Royal Gardens of Suzail and examine the Royal Book of Cormyr to prove Alaphondar’s innocence.


Terus Teleported the party into the Gardens of Suzail whose bright flowers and luscious vines were glistening in the light of dawn. Alaphondar made his presence known to a unit of Purple Dragons whom quickly escorted the party to Obarskyr Castle where they were allowed entrance to the viewing room just outside the Obarskyr Treasury. Julian set his eyes upon the great golden door and suffered great anxiety knowing what incredible works could be just beyond it, ones he would never see despite the fact that he could easily slip past the few security measures still ahead. Minutes later Alaphondar appeared with a number of acolytes whom wheeled out a display table containing a great book bound in dragon hide and gilded with apricot sized sapphires. Grim saw that the magical aura upon this book was one of epic abjuration and dared not analyze its properties any further.

In preparation for the analysis Grim and Cael consulted one another. With his newfound crown Redemio Niveus resonating with his two other regalia of the icemage, Cael felt ready to begin. With Grim’s help, Cael designed an epic spell to magically match the bloody signature of the Lost King with that of any other blood, and to reveal the true identities of any person whose blood was tested. Cael began his incantations and the spell went off without fail. Alaphondar, whom had been carefully searching through the pages of the Book of Cormyr allowed Cael and the party to step forward. Upon its many pages they saw the signatures, land documents, and royal documents of thousands of Cormyrian nobles throughout its long history. When they reached the page concerning the Lost King, Cael stopped and focused the spell upon the blood within the signature, it began to glow with a fiery red, as the pages of the book called out to them “Gorut” the true identity of the Lost King Gondegal.

Alaphondar was amazed and could barely turn the pages toward his own entry, for Alaphondar Emmarsk was the current Lord of the Emmarsk royal family in Cormyr, staunch Royalists and academics throughout their long history. When they reached the pages concerning Alaphondar, Cael once again focused and the blood signature of Alaphondar Emmarsk glowed purple as the book called out “Alaphondar Emmarsk”. The party let out a brief sigh of relief but just then as Alaphondar turned the page to someone the more recent noble lords they all noticed something quite surprising. Some of the modern lord’s signatures were glowing with purple lights, other lords signatures however glowed with a red light, calling out the true named of their descendents to the party.

Cael whom had let the spell’s effect broaden from lack of concentration focused it upon one of the brighter red signatures, Cormaeril. At first this was not so unusual as James Cormaeril was one of the most outspoken leaders of the Parliamentarian movement, a political group which had been using red banners to distinguish them from the royalist lords. On second thought however, the spell was simply relating the relationship of James Cormaeril’s blood to that of the Lost King’s. His was bright, but not as bright as the Lost King’s, and there were other red signatures, whom were also Parliamentarian lords whose signatures lit up with dimmer red light. Grim and Cael concluded that the color reflected a bloodline and the brightness reflected a relative purity or closeness of the relative to the bloodline. Alaphondar spoke stating that it seemed they had discovered the existence of a secret bloodline within Cormyr’s Court that had originated with the Lost King. The Lost King, whose true identity was Gorut.

With this new revalation Grim realized why his initial attempts to scry and learn about Gondegal had failed, it was because Gondegal was not the true identity. The false name had protected Gorut this whole time from being discovered. Now Grim stepped back and casted a powerful Divination asking the Weave, “who is Gorut?” The weave responded “Great Wyrm Red Dragon”. Grim whispered his newfound knowledge to the party. The birth of this false bloodline had been a second dragon. Alaphondar was in shock at the thought that there was a second dragon, an evil dragon, in Cormyr’s skies with a bloodline of his own loyal followers much the same to the Purple Dragon the Knights Draconis serve.

After hours more of study turning back the pages of time within the Royal Book, the party realized that Gorut the Red Dragon’s influence upon Cormyrian bloodlines started long before Gondegal. In fact, alaylysis of the first red signature found was one identical to Gorut’s, Sir Ignace Greatgaunt, also a dragonslayer and honorary Knight of Cormyr. The party the determined…

The Greatgaunt Era: Through is honorable actions and dragonslaying Ignace was rewarded with a Barony in the Thunderpeaks. His descendents lived a solitary, quiet lifestyle in the wealth he had accumulated. The Greatgaunts began to protect the landholdings of the Fanchon nobles (a purple bloodline line) whom had fallen upon a great series of misfortunes (Four male heirs all died as infants, mother committed suicide, Lord Fanchon died in battle soon after.) Without strong leadership the land became threatened by goblin tribes. The holdings were protected by Greatgaunt soldiers and signed into Greatgaunt land. The revitalized Greatgaunts continued to feud with the rival Auantivers for two generations (apparently originally started by the Auantivers). Following the murder of one of their family business managers, the Greatgaunts mercilessly destroyed the Auantiver’s Battlerise Castle and merged the remaining noble titles.

The Second Gernation: Through merging two other large noble titles and much land in eastern Cormyr the Greatgaunts were quickly becoming a very powerful name in Cormyr’s Court. However, they quickly fell out of favor in the King’s Court due to the bullish nature of their royals. The Greatgaunt noble family is dismantled as a result and its noble lineage is purchased by the Garravet merchant family. Prior to its dismantling however, the Greatgaunts split off two noble titles the Garravets, and the Cormaerils. After the Greatgaunt title is eliminated by the Court, another famed adventurer named Faustin Thundersword bought into the remaining title. Faustin Thundersword was in fact a second identity of Gorut according to Cael’s epic spell, whom bought back into his old title and began a new lineage from the Thundersword name.

King Dhalmass Obarskyr executes the last of the Goldfeather nobles for treason in 1216 DR, the Year of the Green Wings. The Garravet family was primarily responsible for turning the Goldfeather family in. Thus the Garravet family was given additional noble inheritances. These accusations of treason are at best partial truths, which the Garravets ruthlessly took advantage of. The Garravets eventually split their titles received from both the Greatgaunts and Goldfeathers and give birth to more modern red bloodline families Fallone and Wyvernspur.

The Thundersword Era: Sometime after assuming the identity of Faustin Thundersword Gorut bought titles from the Greatgaunt family (Red Lineage) and the failing Aurubaen family (Royal lineage). These titles are taken under the name Thundersword. After purchasing the title, the Thunderswords moved the former Auruban family keep to Marsember. There the Thunderswords would purchase the title of the Janthrin family (Royal lineage) after they apparently died of Marsh Fever (Gorut’s arrangement). Currently, the Thundersword family is the second most powerful noble family in Marsember

Using the newfound knowledge concerning Gorut the Great Wyrm Red Dragon, his secret noble lineages, and the previous knowledge concerning Gorut’s dealings with the Cult of the Dragon to assassinate key Royalist leaders and Knights Draconis; it became clear to the party that Gorut now stands ready to complete his ultimate goal. If he manages to find the location of the Crystal Grot he may slay Caelina the Purple Dragon, and deal a death blow to the Royalist bloodlines once and for all. Further, he will strengthen his own and unite Cormyr under a new red banner of fire. The true question is however, who is the current identity of Gorut? Previous identities, of Ignace Greatgaunt, Faustin Thundersword, Gondegal the Lost King, have all been dragonslayers. Nomin thinks back to his previous time in Cormyr and remembers a number of recent figures of note Del Geery of Thunderstone –famed Hydra & Dragonslayer. Also, Sir Clarke Bromley of Skull Crag has been quite noteworthy in the past few months as he has downed several dragons in the Storm Horns, and finally, the five individuals comprising Tiamet’s Talons. Alaphondar doubts that Del Geery and Sir Clarke could have the connections, intelligence, and power to be identities of Gorut. However, one of the Tiamet’s Talons would be an excellent possibility. The party had seen them once in a vision of Grim’s, selling Aurgloroasa the Sibilant Shade draconic corpses metallic and chromatic alike for gold and magic.

Alaphondar reminded the party of one thing. If they were to confront Gorut, and present a respectable challenge, he would turn into his great draconic form. While this would easily confirm his identity and guilt, a dragon of his caliber was something Alaphondar assured the party they would want to have no quarrel with. Judging by the ancient dates of Gorut’s significant capabilities for magic and shapeshifting in the Royal Book his age would have to be well over 1800 years old. For creatures such as dragons these years add more wisdom and power, enough so that if the party would ever hope to defeat Gorut they would need to know every weakness and flaw. Fortunately, few dragons live that long without being recorded in the books of history. Alaphondar promised the party he and his Royal Acoylytes would go to work immediately searching through all the literature they have on Cormyrian Red Dragons. Meanwhile, he asked that the party adventure back to Elfhold; for the Elves of the House Amartharr were renown fighters of dragons and record keepers of their kind. Since Gorut was more than 1800 years old it would have been highly unlikely for the Amartharr House elves to have not recorded anything about him. While they would be surely unable to sort through the massive library of Elfhold in the short time they had, with the help of Avazgourl they may be able to find what they need quickly. With that the party set forth again, Terus Teleported them back to Elfhold; this time, with a new question and a different ancient library to reference.

Truth be Told

Session 139

Characters: Randal, Grim, Anthony, Terus, Nomin, Julian, Samael.

NPCs: Yimluth Elkmoon: The Elk Father (Druid of Silvanus), Kynwras Firsul: The Watcher of Suzail and Grand warwizard of Cormyr, Lord Illance, Felicia Illance, Candlekeep Monk, Ulraunt: Keeper of the Tomes of Candlekeep, Myrrim: Great Wrym Deathless Silver Dragon, The Knightswood Nine, 4 Marble Colossus of Myth Tarna, Avazgourlchaeril the Guardian of Elhold.

M 16 Mirtul 1374 - L 16 Mirtul 1374

5600 XP

The party drew near the two bodies they had found in the Sibilant Shade’s den. Terus and Nomin recognized one as the skeleton of an elf, and the other a human. Upon close examination of the bones, Julian noticed that the same dark effect had struck each victim dead. The human however, had been subjected to the power for days, whereas the elf’s bones showed a much faster rate of decay. The party cringed, for the thought that this elf was their comrade Balin was obvious. Grim stepped back from the darkness and invoked a powerful Hindsight.

In his wizardly vision Grim saw the events of the past few days that transpired in this very cave. The visions started with Aurgloroasa meeting with a group of five epic dragonslayers called Tiamet’s Talons. They had just brought Aurgloroasa the body of an adult Copper Dragon in exchange for a sizeable sum of gold from the dracolich’s hoard. Grim also witnessed the timeline of Lord Huntsilver’s last few living days. Huntsilver was initially brought into the cave by the Cultists of the Dragon, it was then they had found the decoded Anointment Anagram on Huntsilver’s person. They had the information they sought, but for days continued to torture the Knight Draconis for pleasure. Aurgloroasa had cast a terrible necromantic decay upon Huntsilver whom slowly wilted more with each passing day. The most disturbing vision however, was that Aurgloroasa had also been corresponding with another individual, known only as the Lost King. It seemed their destruction of the Great Dracolich would not be the end of the Cult of the Dragon’s influence here in Cormyr; the remaining Knights Draconis and the Crown Prince remained in great danger. At last Grim viewed the most recent events; Balin’s incapacitated body being dragged into Aurgloroasa’s personal den by Cult Magi, and Aurgloroasa finally dealing a death blow to bodies Huntsilver, and Balin.

Grim retold the chilling tale to the rest of the party, whom had already begun to disperse in search of more clues to unravel this mystery, and unique treasure within the hoard. Randal found a number of holy relics plundered from various churches and clerics. Anthony found a series of letters and lists. Each of them with directions, names, and places concerning the most recent Knight Draconis abductions, as well as trade routes for the Dragoneye Dealing Coster which recently came under heavy raiding. The sender’s name on these letters… The Lost King. He also found correspondence between the late Lord Szwebtil Idool, and the Sibilant Shade, once again confirming his connection to the Cult of the Dragon. Finally, Anthony found the missing solved-form of the Anointment Anagram. The old one which they had begun their great searches for previously read…

Glory Undo,
with Aleron’s Ivy,
Sees bold bet,
Myth bore
a Lance I
Heed turn,
Went very raw
in
Last Cry!
The wrong
O Elk! turn not I, an Elk foe!

The solved form however, read quite differently…

Young Lord,
with royal veins,
to be blessed
by mother,
Caelina,
under the
Wyverynwater,
in
Crystal
Grot when
Loke turn into Faenloke.

So the party finally realized, that their investigations of Aleron I’s famous Ivy, the artifact lance Last Cry wielded currently by Baron Thomdor, and the legend of Yimluth the Elkfather seemed to have been for not. But then Yimluth reminded them of the great deeds they had still done and the friendships they had made in the process while searching through these legends were still worth their trouble. Not to mention that they were just half a step behind the Cult of the Dragon even with the diversion. Most of all, the party now knew what the purpose of the Knights Draconis meetings, poems, and disappearances had been for. The Knights Draconis or whoever was left, are planning to have a figure named Caelina re-anoint Azoun V Obarskyr in the Crystal Grot under the Wyvernwater Lake when the Loke constellation turns to Faenloke. There was not much time, but at least the party now knew where and when they must be to protect the ceremony from the many threats of the Cult of the Dragon, Tiamet’s Talons, Obold’s Army, the Eye Rippers, the Lost King, the parliamentarians, and whoever else would seem to benefit from the weakening of the purple bloodline.

The party then began to search through the great treasure pile with eager eyes finding a number of magical items of great power and intrigue. Before the party could discuss how the vast amount of coinage would be divided, Julian sprung upon the pile and gloriously proclaimed to have the solution required. “Witness my great spirit army of treasure counters!!!” Julian shouted, and with a small puff from his finger a single small spirit appeared before him awaiting instructions. The party nearly suffocated in the damp cavern from their tremendous laughter. Julian’s face grew red; he turned and ignored the party as he cast 4 additional Unseen Servant spells to bring the spirit numbers up to the appropriate size of roughly 150. Along one of the great walls of Aurgloroasa’s lair sat 11 heavy trade wagons; their tops still covered in torn purple cloth adorned with the familiar heraldry of Lord Illance’s Dragoneye Dealing Coster. Inside each wagon were many great chests filled with precious metal ingots, rare spices, silk, and other valuables worth upwards of 3 million Cormyrian crowns. Although Julian and Terus gave some piercing looks at the treasure, the party agreed to return it to its rightful owner.

Tulgar had made his way deep into the cave toward the back wall in a dark rocky nook. As he pushed through the coins he noticed they were chilled at first, as then nearly frozen solid. He pushed as much as he could of the cold coins away from the corner leaving a large half-sphere of piercing cold coins, locked together in ice. Tulgar called the rest of the party in to investigate. Grim attempted to see into the pile with his arcane vision but could not penetrate the thick shell of gold metal which surrounded whatever power magical aura was at its center. Yimluth recommended dispelling the effect, but attempts failed. The spell casters deduced that whatever was at the center of this pile of frozen treasure was an artifact of epic icy power. They chiseled out as much of the not-so-frozen treasure away to reduce the size and made numerous other magical and mundane attempts to break through, but all failed. Finally, they lifted the pile of gold and ice away from the wall telekinetically and locked it within a portable hole.

With their investigation and looting now complete, the party agreed to Teleport back to the Gardens of Suzail and seek council with the next best sage on Cormyrian magic and lore since Alaphondar Emmarsk was still missing; Kynwras Firsul: the Watcher of Suzail and Grand Warwizard of Cormyr. The party’s warwizard pins allowed them to teleport directly into the Gardens of Suzail where they were greeted by a number of Purple Dragon Knights whom escorted them directly to the highest eastern tower in Obarskyr Castle. The Grand warwizard’s tower rose high above the castle itself with great gothic columns, arcane runes, and monstrous dark stone carvings at every turn. At the top Kynwras Firsul was waiting in the midst of his moderately disheveled study. His study was filled with battle maps on Suzail’s defense, shelves of magical tomes, and a vast collection of Azoun V’s toys (Kynwras was the first to notice Azoun V’s innate magical talents and has been acting as his personal magical tutor in addition to his usual duties).

The party informed Firsul of the recent events regarding the Knights Draconis, the Cult of the Dragon, the anointment of Azoun V, the Faenloke, and of the references to the Lost King they had found in Aurgloroasa’s lair. Firsul stated that he was entirely unaware of the plans to anoint Azoun V and promised that so as long as he was the Watcher of Suzail, Azoun V wouldn’t leave his guard until the threats of civil war and the orcs were through. Firsul was frustrated and disturbed by the recent events told to him by the party. He also answered their questions regarding the lost King by telling the party that apparently in 752 DR a powerful renegade captured the crown of Cormyr for a from the Obarskyrs before being battled back a few days later and disappearing into obscurity. His thoughts were that perhaps this individual was the secret leader of the Parliamentarians, if of course he could be proven to actually exist. Kynwras also said how unfortunate it was that the High Sage Alaphondar was still missing, because he would have been perfect for these sorts of questions. After some more discussion, the party left the Grand warwizard’s tower and made a quick stop at the Illance Manor in Suzail’s Gardens.

They once again set their eyes upon the Illance Manor’s high turrets, large windows, white-washed stone, and powerful patches of Ironvine. The party was immediately welcomed into the Manor by the housestaff whom informed them that Lord Illance and his daughter were taking some later afternoon tea outside the atrium. After many greetings from the family the party finally managed to get a word in that they had brought something else of great value back to Lord Illance, the cargo of his missing caravans. Julian stepped forth again and this time successfully called upon his Unseen Servant Army to carry the chests into the manor unassisted. Lord Illance and his family gave their eternal thanks once again, but the party could stay no longer. The words of Grand Warwizard Firsul still resonated in their minds; they must return to Candlekeep.

With Grim’s help, the party Teleported to a location which neared the rocky crags of Candlekeep. The bitter cold, salty Sword Coast air slashed across their faces as the party stumbled up the rocky pathway toward the keep. At the great wooden door the party was told they couldn’t enter again for at least another month according to the strict rules set by Keeper of the Tomes, Ulraunt. The party did manage to receive a visit from Ulraunt himself through some epic negotiations with the blinking candle. The party explained to Ulraunt their dire situation and offered the entire black library of the Cult of the Dragon they had found in Aurgloroasa’s lair in return for just one more visit. Ulraunt finally accepted stating to the party that even so their services here at Candlekeep may not be enough to give them the knowledge they require. The old Keeper of the Tomes did have one idea however. The party sat in the warm dry air of Candlekeep observing the floating candles and endless bookshelves, and enjoyed some monk cheese and bread. Just as sleep was about to set in the party was awoken by a circle of 7 candles that lured them down deep into the mountainside of the keep, and finally, into the very foundation of Candlekeep itself.

The party now stood in a pitch black cavern of unknown dimension, the circle of 7 candles their only light. Then a great gust of cold air swept over the party temporarily extinguishing the candles. They choked on the dust cloud that surrounded them of what seemed like ten thousand ancient books slamming their covers all at once. When the haze partially cleared they found themselves standing next to the great head of a colossal translucent dragon. Randal recognized it as a Great Wyrm Deathless Silver Dragon. She announced herself as Myrrim the great ghost dragon of Candlekeep, and expressed her curiosities about the group’s recent interests in Cormyrian history. After some more introductions, the party asked her to tell the tale of whom “Mother Caelina” could be and her opinions as to what the anointment of Azoun V could be for. Myrrim said…

“Long ago in the early days of the northern human race, most settled lands were in the control of the powerful Elven Houses. The marauding threats of goblinoids, giants, and dragons were serious threats to the early enclaves of man. Through some great act of magic, a unique and powerful dragon named Caelina was called from the planes to act as a protector for these early humans. Her scales gleamed with a purple hue and so she became known to the northern human enclaves as the Great Purple Dragon. With this new protector the humans were able to slowly battle back the evil races from their lands, and also reclaim territory for the Elven Houses. In the last battle between the humans and the goblinoid races the bravest and most noble warrior of the northern human enclaves rode with the Purple Dragon and led them to victory, solidifying centuries of prosperity for the early race. After the battle the Purple Dragon bestowed her own blood into the noble human warrior, anointing him as the first ruler and Trueblood of the northern lands (Aleron Obarskyr I). In the aftermath of the Great Battle a number of human enclaves united together and returned their gratitude to the Purple Dragon through reverence and protection. These Purple Dragon enclaves prospered and grew with their devotion to the Purple Dragon’s ideals. Eventually, these humans would grow powerful and founded the human country of Cormyr under the leadership of the Truebloodine. However, after hundreds of years of prosperity, the Cormyrians forgot their reverence for the Dragon, and the Truebloodline became diluted. With the death of King Azoun IV, the Truebloodline was deeply weakened. Sightings of the Purple Dragon have become scarcer in recent times, as she has most likely entered a slumber to conserve the last of her energy. As the Purple Dragon’s strength is intimately tied to the people of Cormyr’s belief in her, it is likely that she is weakening along with Cormyr at this time. It seems the strength of Cormyr now lies delicately between the reverent Cormyrian people, and their exceptional Purple Dragon.”

After the tale, Myrrim let out another deep dusty breath as if she had just closed a massive tome. The party thanked her for the knowledge and then asked her about the Knights Dragonis and the details of their role in all of this. Myrrim answered…

“This secret society was founded by Aleron Obarskyr Trueblood, around 26 DR. Originally, the society was composed of King Obarskyr’s most trusted knights and mages. The Knights Draconis serves the following important purposes in Cormyr to this day. First, they actively attend to the Purple Dragon in Her lair. Second, they serve to guard the most precious resource of wealth in Cormyr, the Crystal Grot. Third, they serve to continue the Cormyrian people’s belief in the Purple Dragon Bloodline so that the Purple Dragon will remain strong and thus strengthen Cormyr. Knights Draconis members are chosen by those of the inner-sanctum because of their exceptional belief in the Purple Dragon. Many of the secret order’s members are Cormyrian officials, leaders, and figures of large influence in organizations such as the Purple Dragon Knights and the War Wizards.”

“The Knights Draconis is divided into two tiers of secrecy. The most loyal and trusted Inner Circle is comprised of those whom act as both lair sentries, stewards to the actual Purple Dragon and magical miners within the Crystal Grot. The four highest ranking members of the Outer Circle serve as Key Guardians, holding the magical keys necessary to travel through the portal into the Crystal Grot. Others in the Outer Circle are often only partially aware of the organization’s true nature. The Outer Circle is largely a testing ground for those whom have shown higher than average connection to the Essence. Living within the Crystal Grot and serving Caelina is considered a great honor within the Knights Draconis. However, the highest honor considered in the organization is to be consumed by the great dragon, and thus become part of the immortal spirit of Cormyr.”

“Long ago, the four most important members of the Knights Draconis were each given a single scale from the great purple wyrm Caelina. The fifth and leader of the outer circle of knights was told the secret location of the portal which linked Cormyr to the Crystal Grot. By receiving a blessing from each of the scale bearers the outer circle knight could enter through the portal into the Crystal Grot for a limited period of time.”

Once again, the party thanked Myrrim for her vast knowledge concerning Cormyr’s history. Long ago she was a silver dragon born from the Thunderpeaks. The party then asked Myrrim about the Palaghard I Council Texts and the possible whereabouts of Alaphondar. Myrrim said that neither she nor anyone other than the highest members of the Knights Draconis had ever seen or knew where the actual Palaghard I Council texts were. She considered herself lucky to know as much as she did about the subject of the Knights Draconis, but did offer a few suggestions. Myrrim stated…

“Some popularized locations for the Palaghard I Council Texts include: In King Palaghard I’s actual tomb, lost in a magical Refuge created by the Sword Heralds, or sealed within the heavy marble stones of the extension that Palaghard I ordered of the royal court on one unusual summer night.”

Her personal opinion though was that these locations were too obvious and have never turned up any solid evidence. If she were to look for them, she would start at a place known only as Elfhold, a great temple within the ancient city of Myth Tarna.

“Tarna was once an elven Mythal city rivaling even Myth Drannor in power amongst the Cormynthor Kingdoms. However, it eventually collapsed and remained forgotten for thousands of years. It was rumored to be just west of the Thunderpeaks, and it may be in what is known as the Vast Swamp.”

Nomin then remembered that recently, an adventuring group known as Moon’s Twelve ventured into the Vast Swamp and supposedly discovered the ruins of Myth Tarna. The only survivor, a ranger named Sylara made claims of being hounded by mind flayers and beholders. She died of consumption one week after returning from the swamp. The party agreed that the Cult of the Dragon is most likely going to desire the Palaghard I Council Texts in order to find the Crystal Grot. Thus, they must find the Palaghard I texts first and protect them at all costs. Worse, the Cult of the Dragon has known about this for days already and could have already been to Elfhold and found them. The party began to make preparations to return to Cormyr at once.

Julian spoke to the ghost dragon of the forest in which he must plant the father seed given to him by the Avatar of Corellon. Grim also spoke to Myrrim about his quests to avenge the Twin Sorceresses; however Myrrim merely laughed and promised that someday Grim could return and ask her again. The party then wished the ghost dragon of Candlekeep well and left back up the winding stone staircases and Teleported to the Vast Swamp in search of yet another great elven mythal, Myth Tarna.

The moon was now high in the dark sky of the 16th of Mirtul as the party appeared in a flash within the Vast Swamp. Croaks and howls filled the musty swamp air as large black flies buzzed past their ears. Those whom could not passively fly were stuck trudging through deep mud and boggy peat. Almost immediately the party felt many eyes upon them as they cut their way through the damp underbrush. Tulgar helped the party get oriented initially; as they waited Samael could have sworn to have seen a large yellow eye like that of a beholder looking out beyond a fallen treestand, just watching…

The party moved forward despite the unnerving feeling of watchful eyes all around. Julian was on the lookout for 5 eyed creatures in particular. Even though he now possessed the black soulstones, Julian gripped firestorm hoping this would not be the time they would strike. After hours of searching the party found the first sign of Myth Tarna, a great stone pillar rising from the watery ground. Even though it was 15 feet tall, the pillar was covered in Spanish Moss and must have been sunken down under the swamp tens of feet at least. This was an unfavorable discovery, for the excavation of elven ruins was not something they had time for. The party continued onward finding a number of other mostly ruined structures with elven runes. The more intact the structure generally the more powerful the magical runes they found upon it. Always they were abjuration runes standing to hold the destructive powers of time and the swamp at bay. At this point nearly all of the party had witnessed the occasional beholder, or hobgoblin following them at safe distances. None of these evil creatures dared approach to threaten the party however, for they saw the way these adventurer’s from Pinehill navigated the Swamp with ease due to their epic skill and powerful magical auras.

After what seemed like an eternity, the party came upon a portion of high ground within the swamp which had been maintained by the extremely well-preserved elven structures adorned with blindingly powerful rune magic. The constant sound of swamp-life was replaced by an unnerving silence. The party felt as though they had just stepped back in time thousands of years. Grim looked toward one of the many great structures before them; its architecture reminded him of a number of other elven temples he had seen in his many adventures. This one had at its highest point a partially preserved marble relief of two beautiful elven maidens holding a great orb towards the sky. The thought that these could be the Twin Sorceresses he was to avenge pulled Grim toward the structure for a closer inspection. The rest of the party set their eyes upon the immensely powerful rune magic carved into the temple. Its shape was that of a great roof, being held upwards against the sky by 4 ancient silverbark trees and four 120 foot tall columns carved to represent elven knights in full platemail.

The party drew closer and closer, seeing the rune magic glow brighter as they approached, then suddenly they felt a gust of crisp wind circle around them. Voices from all directions called out to them in many languages and asked that despite their quest and power they should not pass any closer. The temple guardians would have no mercy for good or evil creatures. Anthony called out to the voices and stated that they were on a quest to stop an evil power called the Cult of the Dragon and that their goal was to protect the lands of Cormyr and the young King Azoun V. The voices once again warned that no matter what good they thought they could do by breaking into this temple, they would cause more evil in the process but unleashing its secrets within. The party halted and briefly shouted their options to one another in the gusting cyclone and decided to push forward. Upon their next movement forward a thunderous rumble from the temple shook portions of its marble façade to the ground, and many birds from the trees around into the air. Two of the four great marble columns slowly sprung to life and stepped forward to crush the party. At the same time a wave of yellow light originating from the elven rune magic adorning the Colossus’ blasted the party. All but the most epic of their magical items was suppressed under the great wave of power. Grim clenched his arcane fist born of pure weave energy, and willed it to remain despite the dissonant Antimagic fields.

Julian leapt forward first and positioned himself between the two great Colossus’ to distract them from the rest of the group; hoping he could dodge their great blows faster than they could deal them. Grim moved back and out of the glow of the yellow light, then he called forth a great ball of force energy and hurled it into the Colossus crushing much of the stone it hit. Julian seeing this Replicated the effect just in time and another blast of force sent stone fragments flying off the great Colossus. Anthony and Nomin charged forward dealing considerable blows near their enemy’s feet. Terus focused his psychic energy and blasted away at the Colossus. But by this time the Colossus’ were ready and bashed into the party with their great stone longswords. As they struck the Colossus’ let out an epic roar and every bit of glass, gem, and crystal was Shattered at once in a deafening blast.

With dripping potions and cracked crystals covering their clothing the party struck back at the Colossus’ again with the same strategy as before. Grim and Julian’s force blasts had finally tore one of the two Colossus’ to the ground in an avalanche of marble. The remaining Colossus struck again into Terus knocking him nearly to death, however Anthony Manton Revivified the unfortunate psion just in time. Nomin struck again into the Colossus and with the aid of his fearless warhorse the Colossus was destroyed. With the dust of battle still lingering in the air, a new voice called out to the party from within the temple; an aged voice of thousands of years which cracked with sorrow over the recent sight.

“Stop at once! Do not go any further, for you have greatly weakened this bastion of power already. I shall attempt to help you if I can, but if what I offer is not enough, I shall not hesitate to avenge the great architects whom built this holy place.”

Phylacteries of the Damned

Session 138

Characters: Julian, Anthony, Randal, Tulgar, Grim, Samael.

NPCs: Yimluth Elkmoon: The Elk Father (Druid of Silvanus), Greater Dragonbone Golem, 4 Wearer’s of Purple (Cult of the Dragon), 6 Mature Adult Dracoliches, Aurgloroasa the Sibilant Shade: Greater Wyrm Red Dracolich.

M 16 Mirtul 1374 - M 16 Mirtul 1374

4000 XP

Randal, Tulgar, Samael, and Anthony continued to battle the shrinking Proto-dracoliches in the great bone chamber. Finally, with no suitable skeletons remaining the dracolich souls grouped together and howled past the party out of the cavern and into the flooded mine shaft. With Balin nowhere to be found, the party regrouped at the flooded mine shaft and decided to go down. Yimluth cast Freedom of Movement and Water Breathing spells upon the party then dove into the water shaping himself into an eel as he hit the surface. The party followed the druid down more than 200 feet before the shaft leveled out into a watery tunnel. Following the tunnel further they moved past abandoned mine carts and equipment, all were scarred with draconic claw marks. Then they saw purple light coming from an opening at the ceiling of the tunnel and carefully rose to investigate.

Tulgar prepared Gar for battle as he burst from the opening into a hollowed cavern above. Samael followed promptly behind and saw Tulgar falter momentarily as he was hit by 4 rays of Disintegration from a group of mages dressed in purple robes. The Wearers of Purple became sheathed in a haze of disorienting shadows which protected them from Tulgar’s slashing attacks. Grim pulled himself quickly from the opening and seeing the many magical auras the 4 mages were surrounded by he decided to evoke his most powerful and reckless abjuration. A Mordenkainen’s Disjunction erupted from Grim’s hand, immediately rendering the Wearer’s of Purple vulnerable to the party’s attacks. Anthony and Samael charged forth and slashed at the evil mages, splashing the room with blood. The mages began to hit Anthony and Samael with black rays of negative energy and soon they were drained of much of their strength. Tulgar and Julian’s soulfire armor burned blue, protecting them from the vile spells. Finally, the party’s attacks were too much for the mages whose previous spells were of no help anymore. The crazed mages laughed hysterically as they were stabbed to death on the cavern floor.

Not soon after the battle, the party began to search the room for the phylacteries. It was a sizeable old mine area which the Cult of the Dragon had converted into a library and laboratory for the creation of the necromantic potions. Old tomes filled bookshelves along the walls and fortunately, a few larger tables were still intact after the fight. Strange chemicals sat idle in beakers and vials all around; all of this greatly intrigued Julian and revolted Anthony and Randal. Julian began to pull books off the shelf and peruse their contents which the rest of the party interrupted warning him of the potential danger. Julian stated that the books could be sold or offered to Candlekeep, they might even have useful knowledge as to what this Cult had been involved with. Anthony and Randal outright refused, but when Julian continued to insist they use the books for their quest Grim lost his temper and used shaper a Wall of Force which locked all the books in their shelves. Julian then used a Greater Solarity to buy himself time before Grim could finish his incantation however, and then Time Stopped and gathered as many books as he could off the shelves. By the time his spells had ended Julian was standing dazed in front of 3 empty shelves, his portable hole crumpled in his hand.

The party finally ignored Julian’s pleas to join him and take more as Yimluth shouted that Balin and the dracolich phylacteries were nowhere to be found. So they dove back down into the watery tunnel and swam until they reached another large opening above them. This time they swam up into the surface of a small underground lake, whose sides where joined by a wooden bridge. Just as they rose from the water Yimluth summoned forth a great burst of light whose rays rained down positive energy into every corner of the massive room. Unfortunately, there was no undead around as they came to the shore and began to search for signs of Balin. On a rocky outcropping which overlooked the small lake Randal and Samael saw a tunnel leading down into the mountain again. Its entrance was cloaked in magical Darkness so black that only those with arcane vision could see through. The party re-assembled and headed down into the tunnel, just as they were about to turn a corner a massive creature lumbered into their view.

It was as if a pile of the thickest dragonbones they had ever seen had assembled into the loose shape of a wingless dragon. The bone pile’s chaotic arrangement bore no anatomic relationships like a dracolich’s skeleton would. More construct than creature, it ripped at Tulgar twice with massive claws, dropping the barbarian to one knee in a single moment. Julian’s keen eyes saw the strange flickering lights from inside the Golem’s chest but could not place what magical essence’s they possessed. The party surrounded the Golem tactfully, as it ripped away drenching its bone claws in their blood. Grim’s spells would not penetrate the Golem’s powerful aura however he managed to channel some raw arcane force into it. As the Golem breathed it exhaled a thick black smoke which choked the very life force away from the party. Just before the Golem was about to shred Randal with its fang-like hands, Anthony landed a truthful strike into its chest with the Blade of Cosmas and sent the Golem crashing to the ground in a heap of sharp bones. The black smoke quickly dissipated leaving only the smells of steel, blood and bone dust in the tunnel.

After the battle, the party noticed that within the bone pile was a large orb of force which contained 7 glowing gems within. Grim recognized the gems as the 7 phylacteries they had been searching for. Fortunately, the keeper of these phylacteries was now destroyed. Julian attempted to make a psionic connection with a gem and finally succeeded. It was the copper dracolich whom they had fought so intensely just an hour earlier. The dragon made it clear that he did not chose this terrible fate, but that now that it was done he saw only despair and eternal torture. Julian bartered with the dragon to learn some new information about the Cult of the Dragon’s ultimate goal, but the dragon had already lost the last shreds of his former self. Anthony set to sundering the gems one by one, and burned their dark souls with holy fire. The party then looked upon a vast cave filled with massive piles of dust-covered treasure, and two bodies laying still in silence; the personal chamber of Aurgloroasa the Sibilant Shade.

Aurgloroasa: The Sibilant Shade

Session 137

Characters: Julian, Anthony, Randal, Tulgar, Cael, Grim, Balin

NPCs: Yimluth Elkmoon: The Elk Father (Druid of Silvanus), Lord Thond, Thomas Glenn: Royal Court Lawyer, 2 Celestial Leshay (Corellon Larethian), The Avatar of Corellon Larethian, Alusair Obarskyr: The Steel Regent of Cormyr, 6 Mature Adult Dracoliches, Aurgloroasa, the Sibilant Shade: Greater Wyrm Red Dracolich.

E 16 Mirtul 1374 - M 16 Mirtul 1374

12,250 XP

The party awoke in Lord Thond’s manor in the early afternoon to the sound of loud banging upon the mansions front door. On the other side was Court Lawyer Thomas Glenn looking rather flustered. He had just ran from the Royal Palace to alert the party that Lord Huntsilver (whom had been absent at the previous council session) had gone missing. Purple Dragons had searched his estate earlier in the day finding signs of a struggle; the entire manor had been rifled through in a near identical manner to Thiombur and Woodbrand’s estates when they had been abducted. As the party discussed whether or not Huntsilver could also be a Knight Draconis and if the Cult of the Dragon could also be involved in this as well, they were interrupted by a second messenger. A hawk swooped in from an open window, dropping a scroll case from its talons, inside were two scrolls sealed with Lord Illance’s signet ring.

The first was a polite letter thanking the party yet again for all that they had done for him late the previous night. The other scroll had a map of Cormyr with points drawn in where Dragoneye Dealing Coster trade wagons had been abducted recently. The activities seemed centered almost entirely around the Hullack Forest, a spot that Illance recommended they begin their search for the Cult of the Dragon cell whom had been assisting Lord Idool. The party sent a message to Yimluth Elkmoon asking him for assistance in tracking down dragon caves within the Hullack Forest. Meanwhile, they continued to discuss the information they had been gathering since coming to Cormyr. Anthony Manton gathered questions from the party that they could still not answer and then attempted to Commune with Tyr for guidance.

The party gathered around Anthony on dusty sofas and chairs as he kneeled in prayer. The Blade of Cosmas came forth from Anthony’s fist and filled the room with a warm light. Anthony focused his mind as he stated to Tyr their recent trials, then he began to ask the party’s questions. The Blade of Cosmas grew bright as it reaffirmed some of their suspicions. The room began to flicker with light. Hairs raised on the arms of all the party as they felt something was suddenly going wrong. Anthony concentrated harder to maintain his connection, but it was broken when the room flashed with white light and two celestial elves appeared before them. Each had ivory skin, silver hair, ornate chain mail, and brandished two massive swords in each hand whose blades seemed born of their essence. They spoke in harmony stating that Grim Greycastle and Julian Bailor had been charged for the crimes of opening a dangerous Gate into Arvandor, killing an Elder Tree, tainting the very ground which Corellon Larethian walked, and unleashing vile orcs directly into their most precious sanctuary. Grim hung his head at the accusations accepting his guilt and unknown future; however Julian faced the Leshay proclaiming his innocence and questioning their charges in the absence of his testimony.

The Leshay stated that they were to bring Grim and Julian back at once for their punishment (execution) which had also been decided by the powers of Corellon Larethian. Julian continued verbally resist the Leshay and eventually they agreed to allow the entire party to come with them back into Arvandor. The Leshay opened up another Gate of silvery light and they were now in the Lands of Corellon Larethian in Arvandor. The party was now standing in a palace whose magnitude was greater than any they had ever seen. They looked out over a huge balcony and saw a valley filled with massive white bark trees and pillars. All the party (including Julian and Grim) could not help but feel completely overwhelmed with peace and relaxation. Interestingly, as Grim was quick to point out, each member of the party appeared as if they had been an elf their entire lives (something Tulgar in particular found quite disturbing). An almost ethereal figure in shining elven plate mail approached the party, hovering in silence. There would be no need for introductions for the party knew just by sight that he was the keeper of this realm, an Avatar of Corellon Larethian.

The Avatar explained to Grim and Julian that just like their crimes, their guilt and sentencing were final. Grim accepted these words as law and was in a state of deep remorse for his guilt was clearly the greatest. Julian however, attempted to barter his fate with the Avatar but drew a gaze of anger from Him instead. Julian then realized the Elven Way of Good was built almost entirely on the intentions and true emotions of not only their actions, but the results of them as well. The Avatar drew the party across the Overlook and they saw out across the great expanse seeing true perfection except for one point, a great fallen tree resting dead upon collapsed pillars; the entire mess was still covered in the blood and gore of hundreds of dead orcs. The essence around the land was tainted forever, and worse the Avatar explained, the tree had been a father to an entire forest on Faerun. Balin looked upon the massive white tree and saw through its idealized form, he knew exactly which forest the Avatar spoke of.

Julian and Grim begged for forgiveness and also the Avatar change their punishment so that they could redeem their crimes against Arvandor instead. The Avatar stared deeply into their souls, seeing all the Julian and Grim had and would ever experience; their lives completely in his hands. The Avatar however, changed His mind upon seeing within the two that the party was still hunting the epic warriors or Gruumsh: Obold's Eye Rippers. Julian and Grim promised to destroy the 5 Eye Rippers as soon as they possibly could. Smiling upon their promise to kill the Eye Rippers or perish trying, the Avatar gave the party 5 black crystals with which to lock the Eye Ripper souls forever. Grim still noticed that the Avatar was far from satisfied asked if there was still more he could do to personally atone for his actions. The Avatar divined again into Grim's soul and answered grimly back; avenge the Twin Sisters of Cormanthor. The Avatar then turned to Julian and told him that the forest which sprung from the tree he had destroyed was in dire trouble. He would not only need to save the forest, but help expand it back to its former glory. Finally, he must bring back the seed of its greatest tree and return it to Arvandor so that its sapline would remain intact. After Grim and Julian had pledged their services to the Avatar they were allowed to return to the party. The Leshay Gated the party into Lord Thond's manor once again. It took more than a few minutes for the electric feeling of Arvandor to fade from their skin, but then the party re-gathered their composure deciding to visit Regent Alusair Obarskyr and speak to her about the recent events involving Illance, Idool, and the Cult of the Dragon.

In the Royal Palace the party was rushed into Alusair’s chambers as if they were late (despite the fact they were showing up unannounced). Alusair described to them the recent abduction of Huntsilver in the best details she had available to her; this news seemed to have nearly broken her. The party also told Alusair of the recent events concerning the wedding between Idool and Felicia Illance. Alusair more than entertained the possibility that the same Cult whom had been blackmailing Lord Illance could also be behind the abductions. Why the Cult of the Dragon was targeting Lords of Cormyr suddenly was not clear; even more confusing was how they seemed to know the identities of certain Knights Draconis. At the end of the meeting the party received a Sending from Yimluth stating that he was in the forests just east of Suzail and that he would gladly help in locating as many dragon caves as they wished.

The party found and met with Yimluth in the forest; when they told him that they were actually looking for a dracolich not a dragon Yimluth did not seem at all afraid. After the party had relayed the description of the red dracolich that Illance had seen as well as the map given to them by Illance Yimluth was certain he had met this dragon’s acquaintance long ago before it had become the undead monster it was now: Aurgloroasa. Even over five hundred years ago before Yimluth had become imprisoned Aurgloroasa was massive, gluttonous, and merciless. But now after his transformation into festering immortality, Yimluth could only imagine the king of power that Aurgloroasa wielded.

With some hesitation the party followed Yimluth through a series of Fey Crossroads across Cormyr whose structure was quite different than Yimluth remembered. Fortunately for both the old druid and the party, the roads remembered him. Once the party had reached the Hullack Forest safely, Yimluth took the crushed bone dust the party had collected from Illance’s bedroom chamber and threw it into a puddle. Staring deeply into it, the party and Yimluth saw the dust organize into smoky shapes, eventually forming a large cave mouth entrance. Yimluth recognized it at once as if it were an old friend and the party traveled with the ease of Windwalk to the very same cave entrance only minutes later.

Tulgar felt the power of Tempest rising within him as he stared at the entrance, knowing what kind of incredible battle would soon be upon them. Anthony and Randal prayed to the Triads for assistance. Grim and Cael quieted their minds, sensing the Weave around them. Balin and Yimluth listened to the sounds of a long silent forest, and looked upon the charred treetops around them. Julian hummed a strange song to himself as he rolled a coin between his fingers. The party stepped into the cave, their auras burning with magical power. The cave’s great entrance had originally been built by dwarves; it seemed to be an ancient mountainside fort that the dragon had ripped away from them many years ago. Balin noticed the same claw marks all around, scratching away the old dwarven runes. Surprisingly, mold was growing everywhere in patches, the stone floor led to a staircase which descended into a massive flooded great hall; large enough to house all the evil creatures they had ever faced simultaneously.

Swimming out from a corner at the stretches of their darkened vision was a small, dog-sized dracolich; it approached the party almost curiously. Randal waited at the back his fists clenched and as the small dracolich swam up to the party yelping he sprang forward and struck it with a burst. Julian cast a Disintegration upon it which nearly burst its bones apart. Then Tulgar leapt forward into the great hall as well, striking it with Gar. Even before the skeleton could shatter, magical energy exploded out of its essence nearly killing half the party that had leapt into the great hall to engage it. The boom echoed through every corner of the undermountain and the party heard the lurches and roars of terrible beasts from the darkness beyond the great hall.

The party regrouped within the hall near the cave’s entrance and waited in the ash-filled water. Moments later death screams nearly deafened the party as they were surrounded by 6 Huge Dracoliches. The most disturbing part was that 3 of them were metallic dragons of good, two copper and silver that the Cult had sacrificed in the name of the dark powers. The party was blasted by waves of acid, ice, fire, and lightning all at once but their magical defenses saved them from much of the attack. Then the party charged forward from their circle and engaged the dracoliches at the tunnel openings they had came from. Anthony, Cael, Tulgar, and Randal were each able to drop their chosen enemies with epic slashes from their weapons and fists. They had fought this fight before in the Storm Horn Mountains, and this time the terrifying gaze of the dracoliches would not stop them. The remaining dracoliches regenerated their breath weapons with surprising quickness and unleashed another torrent of elements upon the party. Electrismo, Cael's faithful Shocker Lizard familiar was killed in the blast leaving the Spellsword with an aching gash in his heart. The party battled bravely on and finally they would cut down the last of the dracoliches.

The draconic essences rose off the fallen skeletons of the dracoliches and flew down a chamber deep into the cave. Before the party could follow however, the room exploded once again as another dracolich filled nearly the entire room with its presence. Yimluth pulled himself from the floor and recognized it despite the rotting hide and skeletalized head; Aurgloroasa. The burning red orbs within its eye sockets gazed upon all those within the room those that stared back were petrified in complete terror. Its great wings stretched to every corner of the great hall as it drew in a massive lifeless breath. Grim remained fixed upon the eyes however, undaunted by the death within them, searching for any attempt to corrupt the Weave. Just before the dracolich bathed the room in a pale fire Grim sensed it also casting a powerful spell in a genius harmony. Grim and Julian were prepared and bent the flow of time itself with their magical effort, unraveling the dragon’s spell as it was cast. The next instance however, the dragon breathed outward and filled the room with an icy pale fire, shaping the fire to stretch into every part of the hall. It burned them even with their magical protection; flickers of blackness within the fire tainted their souls with its vile presence.

The party struggled to breathe as the cave quickly filled again with air from outside, Randal rushed to Yimluth’s aid as Anthony Healed the party. Cael however, was still standing in the same place he had been, completely surrounded by ice. He moved through the solid ice in his ancestral armor as if it were made of water and struck Aurgloroasa’s leg with Calinus Brumalis. Cael relaxed his grip and focused his mind as he channeled more of the Weave’s power through his blade than he had ever done. The blow left Aurgloroasa without a leg, sending massive bones into the water which turned into patches of ice wherever they struck. Anthony also charged forward, calling upon Tyr and First Paladin Cosmas for their might. His strikes penetrated through Aurgloroasa’s mighty bones charged the creature’s evil soul with bolts of positive energy. Aurgloroasa stood in an ecstasy of disbelief knowing that he may at last be destroyed by worthy warriors. For that second Yimluth saw in the dracolich’s eyes a glimpse of the old dragon within. Then the glowing red orbs returned and Aurgloroasa again invoked his mighty spell the Maw of Chaos, but Grim had held his eyes ever steady upon the burning orbs and once again unwound the spell before it could destroy the party. He ripped at the party, flinging them to all corners of the great hall, but Cael, and Anthony continued to charge forward through the waters filled with ice, ash, bones, and blood and land epic blows into the rotting draconic corpse. With a final battle cry Anthony Manton flashed the Blade of Cosmas through Aurgloroasa’s drooping head and extinguished the burning red orbs.

Seconds later as its bones had finally stopped falling and splashing into the shallow water all around the party realized that Aurgloroasa’s evil soul had collected and roared back through the darkened tunnels. If he had hoarded any more corpses deep within his lair they would soon be fighting him again; unless of course, they could find his phylactery in time. Just as the roar of Aurgloroasa’s evil soul disappeared from earshot it was replaced by the sounds of more boney corpses clattering through the tunnels and into the great hall. The dracoliches they had previously killed were back and in new bodies of dead dragons (some metallics were present here as well). Wounded and nearly outnumbered the party fought gravely onward hoping that the dracoliches would run out of bones before they ran out of blood. Cael, Randal, Tulgar, and Anthony held the front line while Yimluth healed them from behind. Balin, Julian, and Grim made their way into the darkened tunnels to chase after the fleeing souls of the recently killed dracoliches.

The three followed the screaming souls into an equally massive cavern; this one however was crudely carved by Aurgloroasa himself. The room was filled with a massive pile of bones which gathered and animated as the evil dragon’s souls poured back into the room. They hid within the shadows and could not find Aurgloroasa’s soul amongst them. Clearly he had a private collection of the largest bones of all. Meanwhile back in the great hall, Randal Cael, Tulgar, and Anthony had survived the initial backlash of dracoliches and each successive wave was getting easier to slay as the skeletons were getting smaller and smaller. They pushed forward and eventually stood at guard at the entrance to the massive bone pile fighting whatever attempted to escape.

Julian, Balin and Grim used their honed searching skills, arcane sight, and cavern knowledge to find a section of cave wall that seemed suspicious. Balin Melded his body with the stone and found that it was indeed merely a natural wall, behind it was a deep pool of water that extended for a great distance from what Balin could tell. He went back and told Julian, and then Melded through once again. The darkness of the water seemed to call his name, with the recent victory still rushing quickly in his heart Balin decided to descend deeper into the massive well. Julian used his Dwarven Horn of Calling to summon the ancient constructs of Gildabarr whom made short work of the stone wall creating an entrance for the rest of the party. But by the time they had finished Balin was nowhere to be found.

The Black Wedding

Session 136

Characters: Julian, Anthony, Randal, Tulgar, Cael.

NPCs: Yimluth Elkmoon: The Elk Father (Druid of Silvanus), Peter the Triad Priest (Tyr), Father Akkul the Triad Priest (Illmater), Hensley the Triad Priest (Torm), Mellomir: The Sage of Arabel, 5 Estate Guards (Lord Idool), 3 Vile Blink Dogs, 6 Baulder's Gate Blades, Priest of Waukeen, Lord Kynston Illance, Lady Felicia Illance, Lord Kisbin Idool, Chapel Organist, 4 Royal Purple Dragon Knights, Warwizard of Cormyr, Lord Thond.

L 15 Mirtul 1374 - E 16 Mirtul 1374

6550 XP

Grim had Teleported Anthony Manton's remains to the Fortress of the Faithful where he was Resurrected by their priests. The three High Priests were overjoyed that Anthony had returned back to Ferun amd gave him a warm welcome back. Anthony spoke with Father Peter, Akkul, and Hensley concerning his spirituality, recent trials, and concerns and then Grim and Anthony Teleported back to Cormyr where they met with their party in the Hullack Forest. Meanwhile, after the great battle with the Hagunemnon the party spoke with the Elk Father concerning the poem they had found in Wellstar's tower. The Elk Father seemed of no help. Having no memory of recent events or a writer's mind the Elk Father could only guess as to what the poem's purpose might be. His only suggestion was that perhaps there was more to this poem than simply researching its historical references. The party's investigation of these events was a timely and incredibly difficult task; one that seemingly led to nowhere. What Wellstar and Alaphandar were up to the still could not say, more prove. Perhaps the monks of Candlekeep had already found the answer?

With their last lead dead in their hands, the party decided that they would seek out the great diviner Sage Mellomir. A long time resident of Arabel, Baron Thomdor had appointed him to watch over Arabel in the party's absence. Anthony Manton remember him as a dry, dapper man with neat trimmed hair. Also, Mellomir was a powerful wizard, whom foretold the fall of Bhall and Myrkul before the Time of Troubles. Most recently, Mellomir was famous for having survived several kidnappings, and single-handedly destroying an entire Westgate family after it tried to assassinate him. With Cael's expertise the party was Greater Teleported back to Arabel. Before they sought out Mellomir the party went to the north gate and saw that a massive stone wall had been raised to replace the previous one, the work of a wizard no doubt. Arabel's civic guard and remaining Purple Dragon Knights were overjoyed to see that Pinehill's adventurers had returned.

The party then went back to Arabel's western wall district where they easily found Mellomir's old tower standing just one block away from Wellstar's. The two buildings could not have been more opposite, Wellstar's was a modern design and purely functional. It's only decor came from the odd mechanical contraptions which hung outside its windows. The tower's roof, a massive steel bowl guarding a great telescope which peered into the night sky. Mellomir's however, was one of Arabel's oldest structures, an architectural gem adorned with elegant stone reliefs carved into dragons, kings, and cavaliers. As the party approached the Sage's tower the door came flying open, a man in his forties wearing the robes of an apprentice greeted them and welcomed them in, Mellomir had been expecting them.

The apprentice brought the party into a lavish chamber furnished with card tables, a magical lanceboard set, plush purple furniture, and an animated harpsicord which filled the room with music. After several minutes Mellomir and an old hawk entered; he greeted the party as if they were old friends. The Sage ran through the party's names as well as a list of heroic accomplishments as an animated bar began to float drinks into their hands. The party asked Mellomir about the poem they had found in Wellstar's tower, their recent encounters concerning Ironvine, the Grey Knight's Lance, and of course The Elk Father. In addition, they also spoke to the Sage about the suspicious announcement that Lady Felicia Illance was to be married to the vile Lord Idool Kisbin. Alaphondar had little positive to say about Wellstar and mentioned his surprise concerning Alaphondar's disappearance. To the questions of the poem he told the party that while he was not aware of anything more detailed than what they had already encountered; they were not the only people whom were investigating the poem. He was not positive the identities, but he was sure they were most devious indeed.

This discussion landed the party into the inevitable and taboo subject of the Knights Draconis. Who could also be involved? Mellomir felt that while what the party had found was genuine historical evidence, that the Knights Draconis organization had died out some 500 years ago at least. He noted in his own personal study of them long ago that there were tell-tale changes in the Cormyrian court, King's personal guard, and composition of the royal bloodlines that would mark the end of the Knights Draconis as active participants in the Cormyrian royal line. He also mentioned how genius it was that they had put all their history into one place in which the only access would be granted once a year for just 24 hours. Even if one was to study intensely for all the 24 hours there would be no possibility to achieve even a fraction of the knowledge hidden within its walls. The powerful magical presences within the Knights Refuge had indeed forced the party into that exact dilemma. Mellomir told the party that whomever was behind this, it did not have to do with the Knights Draconis. In fact, it may have been the perfect wild goose chase the true criminals would need in order to tie up such epic adventurers such as they.

Their conversation began to round 2am when the topic changed to that of Lady Illance and Lord Idool Kisbin. Mellomir had been so busy managing the affairs of Arabel and divining into the future troop movements of the orcish and parliamentarian armies as well as the party's history that he was surprised by this news (not surprisingly). The drinks had begun to slur the conversation of all those present by this point and Mellomir offered the suggestion that they pay this wedding a visit (as they were official Emmisaries of the Steel Regent), just to make sure all was indeed right. The party jumped to their feet with a wobble noticing the wedding was probably in progress if not already over by now as it had been scheduled for this very evening. Mellomir stopped the party as they were about to run out and gave them each a potion to drink. Immediately they were sharp and sober as if they had slept for a full 8 hours, then the great Sage Teleported them off to Lord Idool Kisbin's personal mansion just outside the wall of Suzail's Gardens.

Though there was some light in the night sky the party had a difficult time seeing past Lord Idool Kisbin's gate. Idool had ordered his mansion designed by architects from Halruua; it's dark stone walls were punctuated by small dimly lit windows. Fortunately, due to the fact Lord Idool was only a Lord of Cormyr by gold and not blood he could not build his unsightly (and Un-Cormyrian) estate within the Gardens of Suzail. With his marriage to Lord Illance's duaghter however, all of that was about to change. Suddenly, the party was nearly shaken by the sound of a great organ playing a dreadful song from within the mansion's chapel. For Julian, whom had just recently lost the girl he had longed for, this was enough. He cast Improved Invisibility upon himself, activated his magical equipment and Blinked through the stone wall, marching silently towards the chapel. The rest of the party stepped forward and made their appearances known to the Estate Guard standing at the gate's entrance. The guard initially refused them entrance but when Anthony Manton and Randal gleamed their Purple Dragon Knight Rings and adventuring charter signed by the Steel Regent herself, he gathered together 4 other Estate guards and opened the gate. The party was escorted by the 5 guards along with 3 large black dogs. Cael thought that they resembled Blink dogs except they were too large and surrounded by an aura of evil. The Estate Guards however, did not resonate with the same tinge of darkness.

Julian had reached the Chapel's windows by the time the party had just gained entrance by the guards. Looking in he saw it was dedicated the Waukeen: the goddess of commerce. However, while the chapel kept true to the symbols and design of Waukeen's temples, it had a darker style than those he had previously seen. A Cleric of Waukeen was stating the opening gospels infront of Lord Idool Kisbin and Lady Felicia whom was dressed in a black wedding gown and sobbing. Lord Illance was seated in the chapel's first small pew with two menacing guardsman dressed in black platemail. Julian recognized them as the same personal guard from Baulders Gate that Lord Idool had been surrounded by after the Council the previous night, the Baulder's Gate Blades. A total of 6 of these guards were positioned around the Chapel ensuring that everything went just as their client desired. The organist, a lone old man with greyed hair sat in starchy bulter's clothing as if half asleep. By the time the party had arrived at the chapel door (which was barred twice over), Julian knew their time was running short as the Cleric had finished the opening gospels and was now asking for the couple's vows. Julian began looking for signs of entry and noted that the entire chapel had been sealed within multiple Walls of Force, as well as other protective spells he would need to avoid. The Estate Guards outside rapped upon the door and shouted that the Steel Regent's Emmisaries had arrived demanding entrance at once. Lord Idool Kisbin ordered his Elite Mercenaries to kill the party no matter what, and to resume the ceremony as quickly as possible. For Cael, Tulgar, (and even Anthony and Randal) they had heard enough. Randal unleashed a flurry of incredible blows into the door with his holy fists, the Estate Guards ran in all directions, their Blink Dogs cowering in fear. At the instant it shattered, Tulgar, Cael and Anthony saw into the Chapel and Dimension Doored in, the Elite Guards were waiting however, drawing their black bladed katanas and striking in the same motion. Julian Dimension Doored in as well and initially attempted to overtake Lord Idool's mind, however Idool was protected (he had payed quite a sum of gold to ensure nothing like this would happen). Anthony appeared behind the Cleric of Waukeen and cast a powerful spell, stunning the Cleric and stopping the ceremony. Lord Idool grabbed Felicia forcing a knife to her neck, she stopped struggling immediately.

Tulgar, Cael and Randal found their foes to be impressively capable in melee and soon were just as damaged as their foes. Tulgar stuck out and killed one with Gard, Cael cut through two more with Calinus Brumalis; an winter chill began to overtake the room. But Cael and Randal had cornered the last guard into the rear of the chapel when suddenly he struck out with a lash of steel. Randal pushed Cael away but the blade was quicker than he had anticipated; Randal's head fell to the floor with an ominous thud. Without even time to react to the first strike a second flash from the mercenary's blade hit Cael squarely between his helm and breastplate, his helm fell to the ground with a clang just a slit second after Randal's. Anthony turned and to the dire change of events and saw the mercenary standing with his katana drenched in blood, a vorpal. Anthony reacted by casting Revivify upon Cael; Julian saw this and used Greater Solarity to slow down time's passage and Replicated Anthony's spell Revivifying Randal as well. Cael had risen almost as fast as he was dropped, and a second later the awestruck mercenary was cleaved in half by his icy blade. Tulgar raged on as he wrapped Gar around another mercenary's chest and split him in two. Blood hit all four walls of the chapel at once. As the last of the guards were finished by the party, Lord Kisbin was slowly making an exit toward the broken chapel door; holding Felicia with a dagger at her perfect neck. Lord Illance was watching petrified in horror knowing that if he moved even an inch, Lord Kisbin would dispatch his daughter.

The party turned to pursue, but the second Lord Idool had backed his way through the door they heard the unmistakable sounds to an arrow volley. Kisbin's beedy eyes lit up with pain as he fell to his knees allowing Felicia to break free. Behind him a squad of Royal Purple Dragon Knights lead by a Warwizard marched up with bows trained on the door shouting for all to stand down and drop their weapons. Randal whom was not armed rushed to Lord Idool as he took his last breath hoping to stop him from dying for just a few seconds longer. Kisbin's eyes sunk back into his skull and in his last exhale whispered, "The Lost King has returned again, you are powerless to stop him".

The party immediately went to Lord Illance and Felicia's aid and afterwords spoke with the Warwizard about what hapd happened. The Royal Warwizards had been keeping a close eye upon the Weave inside the Gardens of Suzail ever since the Eye Rippers had smashed their way into the Gesture of Fealty and had responded to the powerful magic use with a team of Royal Purple Dragons. Lord Kisbin expressed his eternal gratefulness to the party for not only rescuing them, but also for not abandoning their suspicions. After the party had finished their report with the Royal Purple Dragon Squad they escorted Lord Illance and his daughter back to his personal estate within the Gardens of Suzail. His castle was a perfect Cormyrian fairytale with high turrets, large windows, white-washed stone, and powerful patches of Ironvine that reflected his romantic heart. It was also the first chance the party had ever had to see Felicia so close. Even at this hour of night, in a dreadful black dress and tear smeared makeup running down her face, she looked absolutely breathtaking. As the talked for the next hour with her they found both Lord Illance and his daughter to be just as humble as they were noble, a remarkable trait indeed.

After Felicia had gone to bed Lord Illance began to address the party's questions about the suspicious and irresponsible order he had given just days prior to move one of his largest caravans (the Dragoneye Dealing Coster) out of Arabel just prior to an orc attack. Lord Kisbin slowly began to explain everything. Almost three weeks ago Lord Idool visited his estate (tracking in mud and intimidating the servants) Kyston Illance refused to speak with a man so uncouth no matter how much business savvy his bank accounts showed. The next day Illance and his daughter were outside enjoying a walk when again Idool approached on horseback with two guards at his side asking to speak with Illance in private. Idool made vague references which threatened the welfare of Illance's trade routes and offered some "solutions" to prevent this at a price. Illance was not to be blackmailed and immediately withdrew with Felicia at his side. That very night Illance was awoken by one of his company men that a caravan into Suzail had not arrived and had not been seen in Jutesburgh, Bishop's Strattol, Kedalbee, or Windyhill (the towns just north of Suzail) either. Lord Illance knew the caravan's fate however, he had lost thousands of gold that night and could not prove Idool's guilt.

Over the next few days Idool's visits to Illance became stranger and more frequent. Ravens flew in with parcels, a former sailor turned ghost delivered news of when Idool was to be expected, and many other unusual things as well. In those two days Illance lost another caravan and a shop in the shipping district of Marsember, the local militia attributed the shop falling into the Sea of Shining Stars to "weathered timbers and cargo over the recommended weight". Illance found himself paying Idool increasing sums of money for his "expert suggestions" so that the Dragoneye Dealing Coster would remain profitable. Then one day Idool became bolder than even Illance would have ever suspected. Idool's interest had now shifted to Felicia. After a few misplaced words of affection to her, Illance lost his temper with Idool. Idool however would not relent and demanded her hand in marriage at once. Illance and his guards threw Idool out into his face, and for once Illance thought he had rid himself at last of the terrible Lord Idool. More wrong he could not be. For that night Illance was awoken by a freezing chill that had entered his sizable bed chamber.

When he awoke Illance saw a creature more terrifying than he could have ever imagined. A great skeletalized red dragon crouched within the room staring at Illance with two burning red orbs from within it's skull. Illance was instantly paralyzed with fear, the creature extended its skull over the bed and spoke in a hushed whisper. The creature told Illance that he was to agree to marry off his daughter to Idool or else she would meet a fate far worse than death. Lord Illance agreed to the terrible creature's demands and then in a flash it was gone leaving only a bitter chill and the smell of death within the room. Illance brought the party up to his bed chamber following the account where the party proceeded to search the room for any clues they could find. Julian found a place on the floor where the creature had been scratching with one of it's claws leaving a scar upon the marble floor. He gathered the dust remains within the cracked marble hoping that if there were any remnants of bone, Grim could analyze them in the future. The party thanked Illance for his honesty and after much thanks in return for saving his daughter from Lord Idool the party headed back to Lord Thond's manor for rest.

Finding the Elk Father

Session 135

Characters: Julian, Grim, Anthony, Randal.

NPCs: Balin, Awakened Ironvine, Lord Thond, Berronar of the 9th circle (Druid of the King’s Forest), Ozurr the Tree Ghost, Hagunemnon, The Elk Father.

E 14 Mirtul 1374 - L 15 Mirtul 1374

8400 XP

After a night of long political discussion in the chambers of Suzail’s royal court the party lumbered back to Lord Thond’s eccentric mansion for rest. Thond’s dust-ridden manor was perfectly quiet and dark, ideal for a long awaited sleep. Ten hours later in the late afternoon the party decided it was time to continue their investigation of the Myth of the Elk Father which had been interrupted by the previous night’s politics. With some unusual tips from Balin and the awakened Ironvine they had encountered previously on Aleron I’s tomb, the party made their way to the King’s Forest. Anthony Manton cast a Windwalk upon the party and within an hour of pleasant travel over the blue Cormyrian skies they had arrived at a conspicuous grove of trees.

In the center was an earth mound topped with broken stones halfway sunken into its face. The party searched the area finding many unusual magical runes and auras, but all of them in Grim’s opinion were incomplete at best. Julian discovered a small path which was well hidden in a somewhat disorienting landscape. Familiar with the tricks of druids from their experience in the Forest of Tethyr, Julian was able to follow the path. It led the party to a humble cottage with dry mortared river stones and a neatly thatched roof.


The party decided to wait until its master made an appearance and not shortly after a scruffy human dressed in peasant’s clothing shuffled through the undergrowth. Berronar greeted them with some hesitation due to the intimidating nature of some of their equipment and told them he was the master of the grove. The party told Berronar that their quest to find the Elk Father of the Cormyrian forest had led them to his grove. Berronar was quite surprised knowing that the Elk Father had been gone for some 800 years at least, a member of an ancient circle of druids long since dissolved. Berronar invited the party to some pungent tea and then led them back to the grove where they searched together. With Berronar’s assistance the party made the discovery that these were not individual stones but the remnants of one great former stone of significant magical power. They unearthed the stones and assembled them into a small platform; Grim repaired the damaged structure with a creative bit of spellcasting. It was only then the stone’s true magical power was restored. As the moon took its presence over the skies Anthony and Grim realized at that this was a teleportation stone. Wishing Berronar goodbye the party they activated the stone and vanished, appearing in an entirely different place.

The adventurers found themselves completely submerged in murky brown water, and entangled in reeds and water grasses. They still stood on a stone platform but were now in a pond of sorts, what moonlight there was had been filtered out by massive water lilies and a thick forest canopy above. They rose efficiently to the surface by simply reactivating the ongoing Windwalk. They were in another grove, however this time they were surrounded by water-logged trees, and the croaking of frogs all around, some as large as cats. Grim cast a Discern Location spell and an arcane voice whispered back to him that he was still on Ferun, in the Hermit’s Woods of Cormyr. Anthony knew this immediately as a swampy patch of land just east of Marsember. As they looked around further, Julian noticed there was a great terrace of pools draining water from a stream just above a hillside into this depression, most were broken in places and leaking water. Randal discovered the remains of a skeleton in the last pool which had run dry (or at least the muddy sort of dry that one can only find in a swamp). With Randal at the bottom and Julian at the top of the terraced pools they determined that long ago this figure was thrown from the top smashing the lowest pool’s outer wall.

A grave sense of the evil committed in this grove now lingered in the heads of the party. They decided together that what ever the magic was that brought them here may have been the path which the Elk Father had last taken. Or maybe they had been brought here for a reason? In addition, it was clear to them now that the grove’s former magic had been lost and that in order to continue on their path they would have to restore it. The party began lifting stones back into place when Julian had a remarkable idea, his Lyre of Building! And so with nothing more than an hour of music from the Lyre, Julian had reconstructed the grove to an old splendor. The trickles of water running in all directions resonated in the grove, and of course the frogs could no longer resist holding in their croaks. Anthony and Randal meanwhile had been busy burying the skeleton on a suitably dry plot of land overlooking the grove. Grim focused his attention back on the central pool. Within an hour or so of study he realized this magical pool was far more powerful than he had imagined. It would Teleport whoever looked deeply upon its murky surface to anywhere he or she wished to go, a dangerous proposition for some.

The party focused together on their quest and their desire to find the Elk Father as they stared deeply into the water. The next moment the party was staring at a great Grey Tree which stood alone in a massive grove of barren soil. The tree’s wood was petrified grey and looked hard as stone, as if sunk in sea water for hundreds of years. The hundreds of notches and hollows dotting its body were lit up with the yellow eyes of ghostly owls. In the center of its thick trunk was the face of an old man. The trees and its ghostly owls noticed the party’s presence almost immediately; owls hooted and flew out of their hollows swooping past the party into the forest. A powerful voice called out to the party demanding to know how they had reached his home. The party was surprised for they were expecting to see the treant’s face animate as it spoke, but instead they saw a spiritly visage within the petrified wood moving, the Tree Ghost. The party explained that they were not here to fight, or harm its resting place and that they desired only to find and speak with the Elk Father. The Tree Ghost refused to acquiesce to their requests for knowledge concerning the Elk Father for some time, but eventually their diplomacy succeeded.

The Tree Ghost told them that a long time ago he knew the Elk Father, whom often roamed the King’s Forest killing aberrations of nature and magic. Some 800 years ago however, the Elk Father disappeared, the Tree Ghost told the party he could take them to the last known site of the Elk Father. Their hearts leaped, until they heard the Tree Ghost’s grave tale of the hideous beast which followed the Elk Father there. The party insisted they go despite the Tree Ghost’s warnings and so they stepped into a massive hollow at his base.

When the party appeared Grim cast a Discern Location and discovered they had been Teleported by the Tree Ghost to the Hullack Forest in eastern Cormyr. It appeared almost identical to the King’s Forest with some exceptions that an avid tracker would notice. After all, the two woods were once one when the elves called them part of Cormanthor. They walked just a short distance through ancient trees finding odd wooded plants shaped in the forms of aberrations, orcs, and adventurers. Grim recognized them almost immediately as the work of a unique petrifaction spell. In the center of a clearing was a large pool of water which glistened in the moonlight. Circling the pool were 12 standing stones forming monoliths and great triathlon gates. The stones and trees were all adorned with hibernating and damaged magical runes which looked to have been clawed away by the monsters that now stood petrified in bark all around them.

Julian and Grim searched for more signs of magic still active and found only one. The pool’s surface seemed to be blocked by an epic barrier of some kind. Clearly whatever was under the water was either meant not to go in or out. Julian and Grim combined their efforts but only Grim through a great arcane toil was able to break the barrier. The party leapt into the pool expecting the worst, all their magical items now glowed with their full power. Rather than swimming down, they found themselves swimming up, and burst out of the water into an underground grotto where the monoliths above stretched down forming great stone pillars which supported the ceiling. It was then the party faced a terrible sight no man had seen for nearly 500 years, the Hagunemnon.

The creature’s form was in constant flux, as its flesh boiled over ever-changing its appearance. The Hagunemnon battered the party with stone giant fists, ripped at them with dragon’s claws, looking upon them with hundreds of green eyes. Julian struck it hard with his trusted death mace but it was nearly destroyed as that instant the beast’s hide became engorged with acid. Randal and Anthony battled back with all their might and suddenly the chaotic beast unleashed a burst of energy suppressing all but the most powerful magic in the grotto. Grim stood back now in terror as Julian, Anthony and Randal were being overcome by its power but Anthony was slain. In horror, the party continued to fight and managed to suppress it into a bubbling mass as it attempted to regenerate. Randal slowly pushed it into the pool while Julian kept it at bay with Firestorm. They were all moved back under the moonlight by the magical pool and in the open sky Grim conjured a great storm which brought a hail of mundane lightning down upon the beast, killing it instantly.

After the battle Grim Teleported Anthony to the familiar Fortress of the Faithful where services were immediately mustered for his spirit to be summoned once more by the Triad’s followers. Meanwhile, Julian and Randal returned to the grotto, and discovered it to be a tomb. Lining the walls were the graves of many great druids, all bearing the same title Elk Father. Perhaps there was not just one but many? All the graves were locked by the same epic abjuration; however Grim managed to cancel it as he had done the previous (though with no greater ease). Behind the sarcophagus was the still and sleeping body of a lycanthrope, half man, and half elk. It took some effort arising him, but after they had the Elk Father erupted in surprise, fear, and celebration as his memories gradually returned.

He told the party that he had found the Hagunemnon in Cormyr’s woods long ago and that when he engaged it he realized it was far too much for him. Rather than be killed, he led it back to the grove of the Elk Circle, where he trapped himself and the beast forever. With his last bit of magical energy the Elk Father sealed himself and his previous Circle Masters from the beast knowing that it might be his last action. After many thanks from the Elk Father, the party finally got around to asking him about the poem they had found in Wellstar’s tower. Why was the Elk Father mentioned? What did it mean to become an Elk Foe? The Elk Father looked over the poem in detail with the party but after much discussion he was just as clueless as the party. While at first glance the poem and the legends it evoked seemed as if they would allow the party to find who was behind all of this mystery. But now the party realized there was more to the poem than the myths and legends they had learned from the monks of Candlekeep.