These posts are copies of the summary emails I write for our DnD group. The current mini-adventure is an Eberron tale, set in the jungles of Xen'drik, where the party are taking the roles of drow (and one dwarf). Whilst I take great effort to follow Eberron canon, there are undoubtedly bits where my story strays or contradicts stuff. I'm aware, this is my story, and we're not playing to create new canon, but to have fun. So, read on and enjoy!
The journey was simple and fast - just like any good teleportation trip should be. The party arrived on the plateau they had seen from the Azure Tower, and thanks to their invisibility, had some time to look about themselves. The large plateau stretching out before them was carved out of the mountainside. It's formation was not natural - it had been cut into the mountain, the displaced rubble tossed down the ravine to fall many miles below. With a sharp cliff dropping away to their east, and the rest of the mountain towering overhead to the west, they were left with but one other feature: a large, twisting path spiralling up to a peak some hundred and fifty feet above their heads. Nearly a hundred feet up the path was a large door, leading into the thin, twisted tower, but they couldn't get to the door immediately.
Between the tower and drow were two groups of five individuals. Standing around rune circles, arms held high, they muttered strange words, the wind carrying the indecipherable blabber carelessly across the mountainside. In the middle of them, a lone crystal stood, about five feet wide and nearly twice that tall. It pulsated with hues of purple and orange magic, and was clearly the focus of their ritualistic chanting. Other, similarly focused groups were standing around the tower; with his newly enhanced vision, Quayanorl counted five in total.
None of them noticed the invisible drow approaching; not, that is, until Brenna decided that it was best to leap straight to the point. Fire flew from her outstretched hands, even as her party members ran and scattered, wanting to put as much distance between themselves and the now-visible sorceress. But even as she regained her visible form, those she attacked winced, but continued with their chanting.
The SeekersQuay naturally saw him first, as the shadows held no power over his sight, but he had never met the Umbragen seeker before, and so didn't know the relevance of his presence until Curra's snarling voice came from behind him. "Ek'ann!"
Ek'ann Torkak looked at her with a nasty smile. "Yes, my dear", he responds, "Delightful to have you join us at last." As he speaks, two more drow, similar in dress to those they had fought in the giant's ruins (right down to their lacking of legs), appear from the shadows and trail along behind him. "I do hope you are here to help us, yes?"
It was never really an option for the group to side with Ek'ann, no matter what nonsense he spilled before them. D'Jhudi'it knew this best of all, but also wanted to know just what was at foot, and so tried to play along. "We are here to open the portal to Dal Quor, the Region of Dreams, of course...hasn't Curra told you this? That was, after all, the purpose of our visions!" The assassin told them of their plans, eagerly enough, though even he suspected their ultimate decision. "The arrival of the Quori is inevitable...but if we aid them, if we open the door and welcome them in, we will have such power as to make all of the Sulatar's magic seem like mere children's tricks!"
None were convinced - at least, not enough to make them join his side. In a last ditch effort at persuasion, Ek'ann asked "Curra, you know that the vision we shared showed the Quori's inevitable arrival and victory, and great power to those who would help quicken their coming. Why fight what has to happen? Why play for the losing side?" But still, they chose to fight.
The Portal OpensRyltar in particular took a beating that day, his body being knocked to the ground time after time, only to be raised up by whatever strange spirits Kami kept whispering to. At times, it might have seemed that the pirate was playing out some sick desire of hers to watch the scorrow suffer so much pain, not letting him ever quite slip away into Dolurrh's cold embrace. But Kami, just like everyone else, was fighting for her life.
At first, the party seemed to be winning, taking down Ek'ann's lackeys quickly, and disrupting the rituals at the same time. but when they though they had the assassin beaten, he showed his final play. For just as each of the individuals chanting around the crystals was inhabited by a quori spirit (which was released upon the vessel's death), so too did Ek'ann have an other-worldly visitor sharing his physical body. With a final cry of defiance, he raised his arms and shouted, "Minharath, take me now!". As blood poured from his wounds, a dark presence seeped from his very body. A shadow formed, surrounding him and towering over the others, as the quori beast found a way into this realm.
Around the battlefield, some rituals were faltering, whilst others seemed to be working as intended. Two of the crystals grew dark, as more of the shadow-portals ripped open above them, and more figures stepped through. Eladrin with blades of mist stood before the crystals to offer defence, even as Brenna destroyed the first crystal, in a backlash that killed the remaining vessels attached to it via the ritual. But still, a dark loud was forming atop the tower.
The Quori GeneralIt was Bel'Tarayne who took off around the tower, moving solo in order to take out the crystals and cut off the connection to Dal Quor. Sure, the others had suggested as much, directed him to move that way, but ultimately, the decision was his. If only they had sent another to aid him, the party's losses might not have been as steep.
As it was, whilst Kami and Ryltar worked at sending Minharath's incorporeal form back to the Region of Dreams, Bel' took down another crystal. The unleashed quori were too much for him, though, and he fell to the ground, hard. D'Jhudi'it moved carefully to his side, but despite her best efforts, the mage could only be stabilised, not woken. And then, as the fourth crystal erupted under deluges of fire and lightning, the creature known as Tras'nhilya broke through realities.
The creature flew swiftly into battle, a nightmarish mass of limbs, tentacles, and teeth, and brought great pain to those nearby. All those who experienced its attacks would have visions of it disrupting their sleep for years to come, and many of the wounds it caused would never heal properly. Still, together they stood, trying not to defeat, but simply survive, the monster's attacks.
It was Brenna who started the battle, with her frantic and spontaneous attack; but in many ways, it was Brenna who ended it, too. Sneaking around the tower, she faced a wave of quori, and fought through them to destroy the final crystal. As it shattered, it cut off Eberron's connection to Dal Quor, closing the portals, and trapping the quori in their home plane. But what had passed through did not instantly return.
Tras'nhilya cried out in anguish, not yet fully manifested, and clawed frantically at the fabric of reality. Its form wavered, losing the structure and substance it once had, but even as a wispy shadow creature, it was still dangerous. Once more, it moved to rip through them, but this time, with the encouragement from the portal's closure, they fought back with vengeance. Even as D'Jhudi'it's mind succumbed to the overlapping nightmares from countless quori attacks, Quayanorl and the others moved forward, and destroyed the general's last remaining hold on their realm. With relief, they watched his dream-like form dissipate into the air.