The morning of the 5th began with very little of the excitement of the days proceeding it. Willam had returned to life as a Teifling and had just become accustomed to his new body. They were joined by the bard Darvin who would resume guiding them towards the trading post of Whisperhold. Once there they would gather the needed materials to return Mathis IronFist to life. These items were: 250GP worth of fine cloth, 500GP worth of fine oils and 250 GP worth of incense. “List in hand” they set off.
The path up the mountain
The journey began as they followed Darvin up the Mescal range. They were forced to double back early as the route Darvin had taken had suffered and avalanche during the long years since he had made the trek over the mountain. Doing so they came upon a tribesman digging through the snow. He was covered in the now familiar hide clothing of the Tanarookan. When asked if they could be of any help he responded that he was looking for a lost family heirloom and that it was not their concern. Rokke Anansi was happy to leave well enough alone. Kokoro saw that helping a Tanarookan elf would do little to mend the strained relationship with the village. Whilst Willem Blackember reminded them that time was a factor in reviving their dead companion. They continued northwest…
They found themselves entering into a valley that funneled the wind into a strong breeze. The wind pushed the snow around into large piles and revealed the wreckage of war and battle. The entire area was covered in rusted armor and weapons, skeletal remains still held many of the weapons. Mummified by the cold dry air was one corpse of particular interest. It was once a commanding officer, as judged by the grandiose armour she or she wore in live. Rokke was intrigued by the fine craftsmanship of the piece and looted it. Unbeknownst to her the armour sapped the magic from the immediate area around it. It was safely tucked away in the bag of holding and they continued, with a pair of skeletons animated by Kokoro in tow.
The great frozen lake and the Obelisk
The valley to their south opened open to a large frosted plain surrounded by steep hills. The snow whisked and whirled across the massive frozen Stried Lake that dominated the view. Across the sheet of ice in the north east they saw the way forward. However, what they could not see was the edge of the lake which was covered in snow. Unable to see where the land ended and the water began they tentatively made there way forward. Willam lead the way stabbing the ice in front of them testing its strength. Where he found it weak he was quick to cast shape water solidifying the water further. This proved very effective with the only hiccup occurring when schools of fish would enter the area of effect, preventing the spell from working. Darvin lamented that he did not bring his ice fishing gear.
As they approached the path leading north and out the other end of the valley they happened upon another obelisk. This one lay at a 45-degree angle held up only by the mound of snow underneath it. Kokoro investigated the elfish script on it reading out to the others, “We honor the dead with a depiction of their last stand.” It then began to glow…
The snow around them started to clear and the time shifted to the dark of night. Elves wearing military fatigues stepped out of the ethereal. They formed up in a line in front of the group. Steel determination entered their eyes as they looked past The Warriors of Devine Light. They could smell sulfur in the air as bright glyphs erupt from the arms of the elf regiment. They smashed their fists into the ground expanding the glyphs in between the line of elves and the present day observers. Out from them a broad shield as tall as an adult pushed up from the ground. From the back of it muscle and bone began to form. A frail disgusting creature somehow stood behind the shield. Its left arm was grafted into the back of the shield the other formed a long lance. Several of these creatures grouped together forming a wall.
The soil began to rumble to a great intensity behind the observers. They looked back and saw the massive gorilla like aberration that had terrorized them in a vision once before. It barreled through them and smashed into the wall of shields like water against stone. The mountain of rage thrashed and slammed into the shields but they did not move. It continued until cracks begin to show in the broad armored creatures. Just as it seems the wall would fail the lances jutted out just as the Goliath lifted up his arms. The lances landed true and delivered all the energy they had absorbed right back at the offender. With a bellowing scream the giant aberration shattered.
Panic entered the eyes of the elves as they peered up and over the horizon, the shields closed in around their summoners. The group of modern observers followed the elves’ line of sight and witnessed a gargantuan whale made of the same bastardized flesh and metal as every other summoned creature they had seen. It sailed in towards them making no sound until it’s mouth opened up to the width of it’s body. It looked large enough to swallow both moons in a single gulp. The sound of howling wind being vacuumed up into this beast mouth became unbearable. It swoops down consuming everything… the light then returned and the vision was over. The obelisk was silent and dark once more. What they had witnessed Kokoro surmised was the Battle of Burjarba though she knew little beyond it’s name from her reading of history texts.
The Camp and the Remorhaz
As the day had begun to reach high noon they came across an abandoned campsite. It was old and tattered. What was left inside was long frozen, however Rokke found an interesting journal entry:
Druid’s note currently unavailable.
The group made note of the new danger in the are and carried on regardless. They would come to meet the culprit soon enough. Entering its territory, they could see the “rivers” of clear ice that ran all over the ground. Working through the snow cover erupted into a cloud of mist and steam. The Remorhaz was upon them. Willam flew up into the air but was only just able to make out the massive creature. Kokoro’s skeletons were the first to find it amongst the mist by bumping into it. Their swords would strike and sent sparks of heat and flame into the cold air. When the snow settled and the group finally caught sight of the beast, both Willam and Kokoro found that, fire and ice respectively, both held no power over the creature. Rokke braved the heat the emanated from the monstrosity and hit hard. Darvin supported with words and song. The spell casters adapted well and sent acid and other damage types against the monster thanks to Chomatic Orb. The beast was killed and the mescal range made that much safer.
The hot vents and hell hounds
By late afternoon the group had begun its claim to the summit of the mountain. Unlike the trails and steady incline, they had seen so far, the path ahead involved athleticism and use of Willam’s climbing gear. Rokke looked out for dangers and wildlife, ensuring uninterrupted passage. Kokoro thanks to her potion of climbing was able to nimbly set anchors and cross the difficult terrain. Darvin was ever cheerful as he motivated the group and kept moral high despite the growing cold. The end of the first leg of the journey was marked with the arrival of the hot springs.
The unusual sight came into view as they pulled themselves over a ledge. It felt as though they had made it into the clouds. That expectation was wrong however as the mist they entered was warm against the face. It felt like sweat and smelled of sulfur. It blurred vision and concealed everything beyond 20’. Several pools bellowed thick steam into the air. Darvin soon remembered where they were, thankful they had made it he stripped naked and cannon-balled into the largest pool. A sigh of relief rang in the surrounding mountains. As he flooded there the others in the group, wary of the climb slowly let themselves relax in the pool. (In separate pools) Willam fashioned a semi private alcove, using his bracelet of rock magic, before stripped down to his undergarments. He bathed in the pool sipping wine for a time. Kokoro and Rokke would choose to sooth their sore feet in the warm waters. After a short rest, one in which Darvin had fallen asleep. (An earlier water breathing spell prevented him from drowning) The group heard the howls of wolves. Since they had encountered wolves earlier in the day and easily dispatched them, the group was slow to leave their comfortable stations.
They would do so only to find that the howls came from no ordinary canines. Hell Hounds prowled into the hot springs, under cover of the pillars of mists they attacked the group, spouting flame from there mouths. Kokoro called her staff for the second time that day, and plunged it into the ground, this slowed the attacking hound, preventing it from biting. However she would take the brunt of its fire breath. Willam fought the hounds in nothing but his robe.
When at last the hounds was put down, the group collected themselves and their belongings. They again set sights on the summit. Another full day of climbing lay before them. It was long and laborious but they managed to come within view of the Lendel Citadel. Greeting them was a massive snow storm and biting cold. It seeped into there clothing and made going any further impossible. Willam made use of his Bracelet of Rock Magic and carved a small cave for them to escape the cold until the storm passed. After much discussion and debate it was finally morning.
Silver Dragons, Frost Giants and zero Fucks given…
As the sun began to creep up over the distant horizon the group stood before the old watch tower. It was battered with the snow ice. Its old age had caused it to slant slightly to the left. Next to it a massive white skull rested on top of the snow.
“You know, on a clear day like today, someone standing on the top of that tower can see Lorealin to the east, our destination Whisperholde to the north. And if your eyes are good enough you can even make out the old capital of Isolon.”
As they made there way past it, a small silvery glint could be seen on the towers wall. Immediately the snow shook and the white skull rose up. It was lifted by the pale blow face of a giant. The warriors quickly stepped aside as the rest of the giant humanoid’s body spring out from under the deep snow. His massive hands, twice as wide and any of the was tall snatched at the glint and pounded into the tower. The dragon had safely made it’s way inside. The tower began to tip over against the blow but was caught and set right by the frost covered giant. He then cried out:
“Damn you Kurdo! You cannot hide within this tower with the conch forever!”
When the giant noticed the little folk walking away on the ground beneath him, he uprooted a nearby stone and slammed it down in front of them. He demanded to know what they where doing here on his land. Kokoro was the first to speak up telling him that they were merely passing through. Darvin added that they were but a traveling troupe. He readied his bagpipes and gave Rokke a guitar. (To which she merely gave a confused look and let it fall to the ground in front of her) The giant, unconvinced, replied that in order to pass a toll was to be offered in form of a favor within the tower. Kokoro flat out rejected any such notion. Angered the giant moved to grab the small wizard and was met with a blast of her mind spike in a fit of rage he scooped up the elf and tossed her into the wall of the tower. She hit it hard before landing in the snow. The giant then turned his attention to the others in her group…