Mileth's Workshop
General Summary
Aleida, Castle, Lionarv, and Urin rejoin the group.
As the party's footsteps echo through the dimly lit dungeon, the air is heavy with anticipation. They reach the workshop's entrance, and suddenly, the sound of familiar voices fills the air, like a beacon of hope cutting through the shadows. "Took you long enough, youngfolk!" Urin's voice exclaims, a mixture of relief and exasperation. Before them, four imposing automatons, serpent-like soldiers constructed of metal and gears, hum to life. Their eyes gleam with a faint purple light as they prepare for battle. With swift precision, the party springs into action, engaging the automatons in a fierce combat. Spells are cast, swords clash, and metal monsters are reduced to piles of scrap. The room falls silent once more, but the urgency remains. Descending further beneath Mileth's workshop, the party's ears catch the echo of heated arguments in the Dwarven language. "This isn't right! My brother is out there," one voice protests, its tone filled with anger and desperation. "You did not tell me that my home would be burning as we liberated it!" A cold response follows, laced with cruelty. "Then you are a fool. I liked you better as a puppet," the second voice sneers. The group hastens towards the voices, a sense of dread tightening in their chests. They arrive too late, their vision obscured by a mist that seems to twist reality itself. Before them lies a chamber dominated by a massive focusing crystal, hovering above an exposed Ley Line. Malachi Bloodthorn, the nefarious necromancer and cultist responsible for the torment of Tristain Dustone, stands at the heart of this unholy scene. Mileth Bronzhide, Urin's brother, falls victim to Malachi's dark power, his life extinguished before their eyes. Yet, the horror is far from over. Malachi's wicked magic resurrects Mileth, bending his will to the necromancer's commands. The fallen dwarf's gaze is vacant, his movements mechanical. With a chilling command, Mileth steps towards a colossal mechanical spider, his fingers dancing over its controls. Malachi raises his hands, and as if by his bidding, five lifeless bodies stir, rising from the depths of death to serve his malevolent purpose. A grim realization settles over the remaining members of the party – Elfo, Steve, Willakran, and Edwardo. They share a determined glance, and a silent agreement passes between them. With a heavy heart, they instruct Aelida, Urin, and Leonarv to stay back, shielded from what lies ahead and ask Castle to join the fight.. As the four step across the magical threshold into the chamber, a sudden surge of power envelops them. Their senses blur, and reality seems to unravel. Visions cascade before their eyes – scenes of past and future, moments of triumph and despair, and glimpses of what could be. The ley line grants them a fleeting connection to the fabric of time itself, imparting knowledge and insight that will shape their choices and destinies. In the heart of this chaotic confrontation, the party braces themselves for the battle that looms ahead, their resolve steeled by the revelations granted by the ley line's touch.The Battle between Malachi and Mileth
The visions slowly recede, leaving the party disoriented and momentarily confused. They find themselves thrust into the midst of a chaotic battlefield, their surroundings a blur of movement and danger. Willakran is nowhere in sight, his absence a troubling mystery. Edwardo, Elfo, and Steve exchange a determined glance, their instincts urging them into battle-ready positions. A surge of energy courses through them, a newfound strength resonating from deep within, awakening their latent potential. As Elfo draws an arrow and Edwardo prepares to stealthily engage, a sudden eruption of magical energy steals their attention. Above them, atop the massive focusing crystal, stands Willakran, his presence nearly shattering the very foundation beneath him. Ethereal wings, a vibrant red-orange hue, glow with an otherworldly power, casting an illuminating radiance. With a shared understanding, Willakran and Steve unite their efforts against the colossal construct spider. Their combined might and strategic prowess lead to a series of calculated strikes that begin to dismantle the once-fearsome creation. Meanwhile, Elfo and Edwardo move with precision and skill, navigating through the ranks of reanimated zombies in pursuit of their ultimate target: Malachi Bloodthorn. Edwardo's mastery over shadows grants him an advantage as he teleports behind Malachi, poised for a decisive strike. However, the necromancer's sinister laughter echoes through the chamber, betraying his malevolent delight. As the two adversaries clash, an unexpected twist unfolds. Edwardo attempts to disengage, his swift movements aimed at gaining crucial distance. In response, Malachi conjures a blast of arcane energy, a maleficent hue of purple, that engulfs Edwardo. The blast incapacitates him, leaving him sprawled on the ground, his strength waning. The battle rages on, each exchange of blows and display of magic fueling the intensity. Willakran and Steve's relentless assault against the construct spider reaches its crescendo, resulting in a spectacular display of power that reduces the mechanical behemoth to a heap of wreckage. Their victory is hard-earned, but the battle is far from over. Elfo rushes to Edwardo's side, his concern evident. With a healing potion, he aids his fallen comrade, restoring vitality to his battered body. However, amidst the chaos, a subtle shift in the atmosphere catches Steve's attention. He gazes towards the gaping hole in the center of the room, once a dark underground tunnel, now transformed into an empty expanse overlooking the entire continent of Arvandor, its lands spread out like a map from a mile-high vantage point. The realization of their surroundings dawns upon the party, as they stand on the precipice of the ley line's heart, the nexus of power that courses through the realm. The remnants of battle fade into the background, overshadowed by the breathtaking panorama that now captures their attention. In this moment of profound revelation, the fate of Arvandor hangs in the balance, poised on the edge of uncertainty and possibility.Searching through the Workshop
Catching their breath amidst the aftermath of their intense battle, the party turns their attention to the scattered remnants of Mileth's workshop. As they meticulously search through the debris and remnants, a sense of curiosity fills the air, mingling with the lingering tension of their recent confrontation. Among the discarded inventions and scattered mechanical parts, the party stumbles upon an intriguing assortment of artifacts. A pair of goggles, seemingly ordinary at first glance, reveal their true nature upon closer inspection—allowing the wearer to peer through solid objects, unveiling hidden secrets that lie beyond the surface. Nearby, a ring rests upon a velvet cushion, emanating an aura of magical potency. Upon donning it, the wearer is endowed with the extraordinary ability to split themselves into two, an enigmatic power that hints at untold possibilities. However, their discoveries are far from over. Drawn by an instinctual pull, their gaze settles upon a table adorned with an assortment of documents and parchments. A meticulously crafted map dominates the table's surface, its intricate lines and markings a testament to the meticulous planning of the Order of the Serpent. The towering spires of Arvandor's brilliant arcane institutions—symbols of hope and progress—are ominously circled, designating them as prime targets for the malevolent order. As the party scrutinizes the map, their attention is drawn to specific notes that pertain to the Tower of Frostholm. A sinking realization takes hold as they absorb the implications—the Order of the Serpent has already established a foothold in that region, their nefarious influence slowly taking root. Steve's heart tightens as he recalls a haunting vision—the image of a once-proud silver crystal tower now tainted by an unsettling, pervasive purple glow. The pieces of the puzzle begin to align, revealing a dire truth that sends shivers down their spines. In the face of this newfound knowledge, the party stands at a crossroads. The map before them paints a harrowing picture of the challenges that lie ahead, while the artifacts they've uncovered hint at both the wonders and dangers that magic can bestow. With resolve in their hearts and a shared determination to thwart the Order of the Serpent's sinister plans, the party prepares to embark on a path fraught with peril, united by a common purpose and fueled by the hope of safeguarding Arvandor from impending darkness.
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04 Oct 2023
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