Session 53 - Lishla
General Summary
In a large chamber lined with five metallic statues of dragons, the Party searched for the cause of Argosaquas' anger against the city-state of Isla Oja. The greater water elemental had been offended by something that happened in the city's ancient past, something about a cult that the city leaders had executed. But apparently Isla Oja hid more secrets and Argosaquas knew it.
A figure leapt from the dark hallway behind the copper statue and unleashed a small bolt of lighting at S'thom. She had seen draconians like this before in New Frontier and in Xak-Tsaroth. This draconian's body had mottled flesh and exposed bits of bone, like a zombie.
Gorgoroth, who was inspecting a broken stone basin in the center of the room , leapt to S'thom's aid. Together they crushed the beast's bones and it exploded in a shower of sparks.
"Mother?" called a raspy voice from the tunnel behind the gold dragon statue.
"Help me," an emaciated tiefling said from the misty tunnel behind the silver dragon statue. "I'm so thirsty." Fresh water from S'thom's endless decanter tasted like sand in the tiefling's mouth. Ifrit aided the man and helped him to the basin.
A ghostly specter haunted the tiefling and attacked Ifrit. Gorgoroth destroyed it with his magic hammer and psychic powers.
The Party continued to search the area. Lat'num and S'thom checked out the hallway where the undead draconian had come from. They found a small chamber completely made out of copper that sparked with electrical energy. A large lumpy pile of something they could not guess lay in the center of the room and seemed to be the focal point of lightening bolts that rebounded around the room.
S'thom headed back to the main chamber and assisted Gorgoroth in inspecting the broken basin. Etched writing in draconic and abyssal spiraled around the bottom of the basin. Because it was broken, they each had to read one half to understand the message.
As Gorgoroth and S'thom read, they became entranced by their own activity and lost in the story. They did not see the broken pieces of the basin rise and reform, or the mist begin to fill it. They did not hear the ethereal voice that chanted the words as they spoke them.
Lat'num teleported S'thom away from the basin and Red tackled Gorgoroth, each breaking the spell that held them. It was too late though. The spirit in the basin had gained enough power to continue the ritual. Her ghostly voice rang out:
Lishla Voltaire, now a dragonborn wraith, embraced her husband Ulgrod, the elderly (and undead, they now realized) tiefling that Ifrit had helped. They summoned their children.
From each of the five hallways behind the metallic dragon statues, undead draconians rushed forward and attacked the Party. Just like the ode that Gorgoroth, S'thom and Lishla had chanted, there were five different kinds of draconians. The one from the gold hallway was the biggest and strongest. It's brother from the silver hallway was nearly as big. The ones from the bronze hallway shot lightening magic. The ones from the copper hallway snuck up behind S'thom and tried to backstab her. The draconians from the brass statue's hallway rushed forward in a group of four.
In a giant melee, the Party used some of their most powerful abilities to reduce the undead minions' numbers. Ifrit convinced Lat'num to summon a water elemental from the gemstone given to him by S'thom. Red summoned an earth elemental with his own druidic magic. Together, the elementals added powerful offensive capabilities to the Party. In short order they defeated Lisha and several of her undead draconian children.
As the Party fought the monsters, they decided that dragon eggs must be in each of the five chambers. That would be the key to destroying all of their enemies. Lat'num searched down the bronze hallway and found a chamber filled with dozens of the beasts. He cast Thunderwave and retreated back to the main chamber where the main fight continued.
A figure leapt from the dark hallway behind the copper statue and unleashed a small bolt of lighting at S'thom. She had seen draconians like this before in New Frontier and in Xak-Tsaroth. This draconian's body had mottled flesh and exposed bits of bone, like a zombie.
Gorgoroth, who was inspecting a broken stone basin in the center of the room , leapt to S'thom's aid. Together they crushed the beast's bones and it exploded in a shower of sparks.
"Mother?" called a raspy voice from the tunnel behind the gold dragon statue.
"Help me," an emaciated tiefling said from the misty tunnel behind the silver dragon statue. "I'm so thirsty." Fresh water from S'thom's endless decanter tasted like sand in the tiefling's mouth. Ifrit aided the man and helped him to the basin.
A ghostly specter haunted the tiefling and attacked Ifrit. Gorgoroth destroyed it with his magic hammer and psychic powers.
The Party continued to search the area. Lat'num and S'thom checked out the hallway where the undead draconian had come from. They found a small chamber completely made out of copper that sparked with electrical energy. A large lumpy pile of something they could not guess lay in the center of the room and seemed to be the focal point of lightening bolts that rebounded around the room.
S'thom headed back to the main chamber and assisted Gorgoroth in inspecting the broken basin. Etched writing in draconic and abyssal spiraled around the bottom of the basin. Because it was broken, they each had to read one half to understand the message.
As Gorgoroth and S'thom read, they became entranced by their own activity and lost in the story. They did not see the broken pieces of the basin rise and reform, or the mist begin to fill it. They did not hear the ethereal voice that chanted the words as they spoke them.
Lat'num teleported S'thom away from the basin and Red tackled Gorgoroth, each breaking the spell that held them. It was too late though. The spirit in the basin had gained enough power to continue the ritual. Her ghostly voice rang out:
Beneath the gaze of statues proud and grand,
In Argosaquas’ guarded watery strand,
We, the chosen, bear our tale profound,
A union of might, where our dreams are bound.
From Arkoshia’s fiery peaks we hail,
And Bel Turath’s infernal tales regale,
Yet, above all, a vision did we see,
To craft a race, to set the world free.
Lishla, name given by mother in lair,
From father, the clan name, they call us Voltaire,
Scales of blue and breath that sparks,
But barren was I, no eggs, some remarked.
From the sands of Desolation I fled,
War-torn and barren, my heart filled with dread,
But Takhisis, the Golden, appeared in the night,
Promising offspring, a future so bright.
"Unite," she whispered, "with the Turathi kin,
Ulgrod, the tiefling, from mage guild within,
Motherhood is yours, unique and free,
Draconians, your hatchlings, as vast as the sea."
"In unity," our voices did declare,
"By dragon and devil, none can compare!
To quell the war, a new race shall arise,
Draconians, under unified skies."
Eggs of each alloy, my husand possesses,
A gift from his patron, Alloces of Nessus,
Lord Surgeon, he chanted, stitch unto these,
Queen Mother, I begged, for my offspring I plead.
Brass birthed the Baaz, plentiful and small,
In numbers they stand, answering the call,
From bronze, Bozak with magic in veins,
Leading with might, breaking enemy chains.
Kapak, the stealthy, from copper they rise,
Slinking in shadows, under moonlit skies,
Silver gifts Sivak, the sky their domain,
Soaring 'bove lands, free of any chain.
Golden Aurak, rarest of all,
Wise and fierce, they hear Mother’s call,
Infiltrators, disrupting every fray,
Their covert might keeping foes at bay.
Hark! For this chamber holds secrets untold,
Eggs awaiting warmth, stories yet to unfold,
Traps to protect, a safeguarding rite,
Yet few know the ways to make it right.
Above both dragonborn and tiefling, we aspired,
With a hope that never seemed to be tired.
Our ambition, a beacon in the dark night,
Guiding the future, shining so bright.
Away from war, from ancient pain's sting,
To a world where hope and unity cling.
Crafted races, masterpieces of lore,
Draconians rise, legends evermore.
The world shall witness, their glory and grace,
Children of dreamers, taking their place.
By this ode, their legacy sings free,
Of grand designs, and what's meant to be.
In unity, by visions so profound,
A new era starts, where dreams are unbound.
Thank us the Surgeon, his skill to make new,
All Hail Queen Mother, her whispers come true!
Lishla Voltaire, now a dragonborn wraith, embraced her husband Ulgrod, the elderly (and undead, they now realized) tiefling that Ifrit had helped. They summoned their children.
From each of the five hallways behind the metallic dragon statues, undead draconians rushed forward and attacked the Party. Just like the ode that Gorgoroth, S'thom and Lishla had chanted, there were five different kinds of draconians. The one from the gold hallway was the biggest and strongest. It's brother from the silver hallway was nearly as big. The ones from the bronze hallway shot lightening magic. The ones from the copper hallway snuck up behind S'thom and tried to backstab her. The draconians from the brass statue's hallway rushed forward in a group of four.
In a giant melee, the Party used some of their most powerful abilities to reduce the undead minions' numbers. Ifrit convinced Lat'num to summon a water elemental from the gemstone given to him by S'thom. Red summoned an earth elemental with his own druidic magic. Together, the elementals added powerful offensive capabilities to the Party. In short order they defeated Lisha and several of her undead draconian children.
As the Party fought the monsters, they decided that dragon eggs must be in each of the five chambers. That would be the key to destroying all of their enemies. Lat'num searched down the bronze hallway and found a chamber filled with dozens of the beasts. He cast Thunderwave and retreated back to the main chamber where the main fight continued.
Notes
Report Date
13 Aug 2023
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