Session 41: The Vault of Nanasan Report

General Summary

With the Scales reunited Adalon would cast his healing magic while the others downed their potions. "No time for proper medical care we need to stop Elarae he is trying to open some vault!" A'lar would hurry them on, tho still invisible from his escape. As they moved thru tunnels back to where A'lar had found the curator, he would caution, "One of the Kobolds was setting traps so do be careful." Indalell would remove the first with ease, "Dont think I can get to the others without being seen," he would offer before A'lar would stretch out his hand giving a slight incantation, and Indalell too would vanish from sight, "Off you go then!" he would whisper. Ismaril would step further in, bumping into something and feeling a bit confused, A'lar would grin, "Do not think this is the right place to be getting handsy Ismaril." Ismaril would fume lightly, "Handsy! Cant even see what id be grabbing," she would then mutter shifting away from where A'lar apparently was standing.  

With the traps removed Adalon would lead the charge of the scales forward. Ismaril would activate her dragon amulet, the roar of a dragon echoed into the cavern striking fear into the Kobolds hearts. The trembling kobolds would form up swinging their hammers with little success as Adalons scythe cut into them. Elarea would shout, "Why must you do this, you will ruin everything!" his magic swirling and another noxious cloud errupted around the scales. Ayrien and Veara would struggle to escape the sickening cloud, while Longwei and Ismaril would push forward kicking and slicing their way thru the Kobolds. Indalell and A'lar would work around the fight still invisible, A'lar would would rhyme a whimsical quip at the curator and assault him with his bardic magic. The words pounded inside Elareas mind as his will evaporated wracked with pain. As Kobolds dropped Adalon would stride forward his scythe cutting thru Elarea and dropping the curator in a bloody heap. Indalell would come visible cutting down a Kobold as Ismaril and Longwei smashed thru the remaining. One Kobold fled as Elarea fell, a second surrendering as Adalon moved to stablize the dying curator, just before he expired.  

Mending Elareas wounds and binding him, A'lar would bring him to consciousness, "You made a terrible mistake siding with terrorists." A groggy Elarea would respond, "Have I? Do you not see this place? The destruction caused by the dragons?" "Yes, I saw the murals, but what is this place, and this vault?" A'lar would question. Ismaril would stride forward her eyes going black as her psinoic powers forced those beneath her gaze to speak only the truth. Elarea would smile, almost giddy to tell the story of his work, "This is Nanasan, the last bastion of the Giants in the Age of Wonder, they developed some super weapon here to destroy the dragons but then chose to not use it, and destroy this place, the attacking dragons." The Scales would frown, A'lar continuing, "Why did they not deploy the weapon? Did it not work?" Elarea would shake his head, "I do not know, I am hoping the weapon and that answer are behind that door." Indalell was investigating the increadibly complex vault door, having several moving components almost like puzzle pieces to engage and dissable the locks. "Do be careful, it has a powerful ward, some type of Dissentigrate magic if you do it wrong...if your friend there has any talent with locks, perhaps he can pick the last component, we had not yet found the final key." The Scales would consult, questioning if they should take Elareas aid. "The lock in its current state is beyond me," Indalell would say flatly. Ismaril would nod, "I think he is more interested in his discovery then betraying us."  

With this settled the released Elarea and Indalell set to work together with the curator to open the vault. Elarea would cast a spell easing Indalell efforts upon the lock and with ease the vault doors would rumble open, revealing an ancient room, as they stepped within the torches began to light. A crumbled and decaying ruin like most of the city, at its head rested a skeleton of a great giant, seeming almost peaceful besides a massive scroll held within a protective stand. Nearly 6ft in height the exposed parchment did not look a day old and Elarea marveled at the giantish script upon it. The scales having encountered this language thruought their exploration still could not read it, Elarea offering to translate for them, Ismaril would quickly take notes. Elareas voice read clear and distinct imparting the emotion of a leader and fathers last words to the world.  

"Tho we have uncovered the path to survival, it comes at the price of damnation. In unraveling the mysteries of life that give our ancient enemies their profound power, we have found that it will come at too high a price. The weapon we have built here in can rend the dragon soul form its body, but in so doing we may unleash an even greater terror upon Eraneth as we have seen the Monkehs develop faster and with a lust for power and destruction of all around them that pales in comparison to the Dragons hunger, and even so, I do not think I have the will necessary to destroy an entire civilization, the first created of the beloved Mother. As she weeps at the terror lay waste by the Dragon, so do we weep for our civilizations demise. In luring them here in hopes of finding our secrets, we can with any hope, destroy the most blood thirsty, and hide our secrets deep beneath the earth to never be found. My last prayre is that my daughters have escaped to the far north and can find peace hidden in the mountains there, and this can all be at an end. -Xakaros, Staret of Ilmaren, Father of Cizdora and Solitus"  

"Whats a Monkeh?" A'lar would ask. Elarea would shake his head, "I have seen it a few times thru the dig but I do not know." Adalon would frown deeply, "I think its their word for Humans." Some theoretical discussion would ensue and the meaning of all this. A'lar would get some help tipping the giant scroll into his bag of holding, and the Scales would take their prisoners and make their way back to Amarantine. 2 days of travel to the Fortress and a quick teleport home, the scales would be looking forward to the bath house and some rest. This however would not come as the great mountain of the Ary would tremble and shake, as what felt like and earthquake began to shake the foundations of the city. Next the rush of magical energies and the ringing sound of a massive explosion swept over the mountains peak and the Ary complex. Rushing to the ramparts and looking out over the city, down the slop of the mountain to the south east smoke was pluming from the Enre estate. Adalon and Ayriens hearts sank into the pits of their stomach as the two rushed towards their home. The scales would follow handing of Elarea to some guards to be detained they would make their way thru the panick struck city. The earth quake had damage buildings, destroyed several of the gondola towers, leaving injured and panicked citizens all around them. Reaching the Enre estate one wing of the great manor seemed to be collapsed, smoking, and unnatural fires spilling out, was anyone still alive? What happened here? Adalon and Ayrien rushed forward into the rubble to find their family as the scales followed close behind.