Session 62: Upon the Doorstep of Life and Death Report
General Summary
An invisible Indalell moved thru the snow, the only sign of his passing the light imprints upon the surface as he went. Adalon and his Drake would lash out and try to keep the ghosts at bay, made solid from the light of their pillar. Ismaril, Sildenaer and Ayrien would dispatch theirs foes and begin to push north to light the last pillar. Longwei sprint towards A'lar landing a flying kick among the ghostly defenders as he did. Indalells magic wand of healing would wake up A'lar, as the great spirit of death at the center flung more screaming souls to manifest as ghosts at Ayrien. A'lar coming to would pick up the candle and then cast invisibility vanishing from their foes. As Adalon gave ground seeing A'lar blink away the ghosts would swarm Longwei, their blades piercing as he went down. Ismaril and Sildenaer in the north would light the final brazier and contend with its two guardians while Ayrien kept on the move in the snow ground firing arrows at her ghostly persuer.
While Indalell and Adalon battled the 4 Ghostly defenders still in the west, A'lar would utter his next spell and blink himself upto the pedastool where the spirit and the candle holder sat. Lighting the candle he would place it in the holder, a great flash of light would surge out. Waves of vitality would cover the battle field, wounding the dead and healing the scales. Longwei would blink awake and immediatly fly up into the air, wind rushing beneath him as he released his ki, delivering 3 rapid blows to 3 foes as he darted across the field propelled on the wind. The death spirit would turn on A'lar reaching out with her skeletal finger and would utter with a hoarse whisper, "Death!" Necrotic energy would surge into A'lar who did all he could to resist the sweet embrace of death. Ismaril and Sildenaer would dispatch the last ghosts to the north and make their way to the main fight. Sildenaer would reach out into A'lars mind and begin to accelerate his healing closing his wounds, while Ismaril attempted to leap up to the raised dias, slipping in the slush but landing with grace and poise slightly to the left of where she started.
As the last ghosts fell the Scales would converge on the terrible death spirit, their many blows finding it difficult to land on the ghostly being. A'lar would release the Alatropes breath weapon, while Indalell would produce another wand to strike the creature with his magics. Ayriens arrows would struggle to find their mark as the ethereal figure shed arrows. Longweis fists and Ismarils blade found similar troubles. Adalons ghost touched blade however would cleave deep, the ghost turning she would extender her finger once more and call softly in her ghastly voice, "Death!" Necrotic energies would wrack Adalon, but it would not prevent him from striking out one last time, cutting her down and ending the battle. As calm fell over the snowy scene Ayrien would note that on the lower level of the dias, the scene had changed, it was if looking into a place of brilliant warm gold light and vibrant trees, the faint sound of the song sung to begin this quest was echoing from within.
The Scales would make their way down and cross the threshold of the lower level appearing in a warm glade. Here a very tall and curvy woman clad in white silks was singing apparently oblivious to their arrival as motes of golden light danced across her fingers dropping down from the trees. A'lar would move upbeside her, his 6'4" frame standing just below her shoulders, she would turn seeing him finally and a faint if not confused smile would spread across her lips. Bringing her song to an end she would turn seeing the others, "Oh, guests, I do not often have guests." A'lar would recount their adventures and purpose in coming to visit the great spirit of life, she would seem saddened at the fate of the giants, the woe of dragons, but the notion of changing their nature seemed to draw from her an energy, excitement even. She struggled to find her words, a cloud of confusion over her mind, "The Dragons were made before the realms...it is not that they were set apart, they just were apart, it was perhaps a mistake," this would sadden her again. Noting A'lars candle however her expression would brighten again, "I have not seen my friend Pharos in so long!" the candle would tremble and burst into flame as it flew on flaming wings to the Lady of the Wood, landing on her hand with ease. "Pharos can assist you....in what you seek, he is powerful, but you will need to find 4 other items of similar power, one of each type of power...Divine, Archane, Primal, and the Occult. Using these in your ritual can change the nature of dragons to what they should have always been." She would smile almost sadly to Pharos and send him back, his flaming wings soaring back to A'lar where he became the candle once more.
A'lar would next ask if there was a way to restore Argerranth from the Allatrope. The Lady of the wood would shake her head, "My husband could perhaps craft her a form but I have not seem him for some time...the Allatrope however could be your divine implement we discussed." Argerranth would speak her crystaline form shimmering, "I appreciate your efforts but if I could save the Dragons, perhaps that is my calling." Adalon would speak solemnly, "A noble purpose if it is your desire Argerranth." With this business concluded A'lar would speak to the Lady of the Wood in Jotun, the others watching curiously as their brief exchange came to an end. With their return to Lilselion having recovered the knoweledge they sought, the Scales would next deside to teleport to Velthanor and inquire of the Elves any relics of Arcane power that they may be able to use for the ritual.
