With the dragon out, we figured we might have a chance to look around before it came back. And immediately our chances of fighting it were reduced as Lavia was once again captured inside her lyre. I picked it up, of course, but with a huge dragon nearby, I wasn't about to pluck any strings.
Inside the dark cave, we found four different sigils, on in each cardinal direction, from which the beams originated. I have no idea if there was a way to destroy these sigils. Maybe hacking away at them would have done something. Or maybe it would have triggered some sort of defence. All I could do was to pray for a solution. Literally. I prayed for the Raven Queen to help me dispel the magic locked in the seals. And it turns out that being a tiefling came in handy since I, eh, keep my tail flexible. One sigil was in a narrow crevasse where the rest of my body couldn't fit to touch the symbol, and one required the rest of the group to hack away enough ice that my tail could poke through. With the latter of those, Ellywick's new ability to call forth fire from her hands turned out to be really useful for melting the ice. And thanks to Dworik we found the position of the sigil fast enough to reach it in time.
With all four sigils broken, the temperature was starting to rise from unbearably frigid to merely extremely cold. I guess we shouldn't ask too much when in the lair of a white dragon. Speaking of which, said creature returned just as we were about to leave. We hid, but I suspect not very well. At least, with the city hopefully restored, I was at peace with that this might be the end of my story and was prepared to die - hopefully letting the others escape. I know that who dies has nothing to do with if they deserved it, my punishment lies in the Nine Hells after I've died, not in when I move on. But the others of this group are good people and I wish for the world, all worlds, to see more of them.
Fortunately, no one had to die. Ellywick somehow managed to convince the dragon that if it let us pass we would keep it fed and satisfied. Even more incredible is that Ellywick herself seems dead set on keeping this promise. This being helped disrupt the very flow of life to death by freezing it and then snapping the connection to life at will. We all know about how undead are kept from completely dying, but what the wizard who set this up did was create unlife, prevented from fully being alive. Both seem equally perverting what is meant to be. I wish I could reach out to the Raven Queen for answers. I wonder if I could reach out to this Raven Queen for answers...
We've returned to Castle Whitestone, and the people are waking up as everything thaw. Balance is being restored and those who are alive also live. There's a lot to take care of, but at least we can gather the dead and let them rest.