Just a show of the relics power, Roland easily bested it’s the malevolent entity. Yet before it was purified, the entity detach itself from the dryads escaping to its sanctuary. With the entity gone the three druids are now on the ground, unconscious.
“Sister!”
Hours pass and through the healing from the party, the three dryads recover so was the forest dissipating the gloomy atmosphere. Once recover they were quickly met with questions by Ulgar asking the cause of their enthrallment, and the villagers and adventurers who went seeking out answers. In return the dryads with a wave of their hands opens the now clear ponds revealing people wrapped in white roots sucking their life force. Secondly under the tree lays buried people, some were still alive and others are no more than corpses and skeletons. Collecting the dead and the adventurers’ crest Ulgar then with his connection from his gods waves a blast of light energy erasing any lingering affliction from the dead avoiding future necrotic problems.
While Ulgar goes cleansing the place, Roland saw the man whom Ana was describing. A small sight of relief… the band of heroes then turns to the dryads.
“Oh… forgive me sir Roland…” Said the dryad who help the party, “I am Kashra, these are my two sister Mel and Salfii. And--”
“Names Falnia, and I’m--”
“That won’t be necessary…” Ulgar interrupts. “The village won’t be in discord when I take my report, and do forgive me my lady for my haste for I would like to know the root of all this.”
“I believe the origin would point there at the ruin temple.”
“A temple?”
“Yes… Some adventurers were eager to set foot in the temple proclaiming they are task to investigate. But it seems they are more to their human desire than the safety of their life.”
“Why didn’t you stop them?” Riza implores.
“We did however… they were able to best me in their illusion spell, trap I would say. And the last thing I remember was a wave of screams before I was succumbed to a necrotic energy.”
“I understand,” Ulgar replies “But It would be good if we must able to deal with it before it can recover, I know a necromancy when I see one.”
“That would be good and all but who will take care of these people?” Riza said.
“Don’t worry I’ve made my mark at the village, but considering the people that I must transport in return I can only do two teleportation which means if we defeat that thing, we’ll have to use our foot when returning.” Rein implores.
“Then we’ll have to choose the walking.” Roland cheerfully replies.
Gathering the people, Rein accompanied by Irish they then teleport the people to their sanctuary. While the four waits for half a minute before their two companions return once they are gathered, they then set their venture towards the temple.
Expecting a large abandoned infrastructure, the band was met by a very long forgotten sanctuary. There only few columns and walls sprouting from the ground, and judging by the landscape it can be seen that an ancient place they encounter. And there just through their left side was the entrance leading and welcoming to do one final fight.
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Without hesitation, the party goes inside and in their encounter was a horde of undead and summoned creatures. In respond, the paladin and knight of Adra easily purged the undead as for the winged creatures it didn’t take long for Roland and his party to hack, slash, using magic to dispatch the remaining enemy.
As they head deeper into the temple, they came across a dead end…
“Okay… let me handle this.” Riza confidently said, and within minutes of finding and detecting traps nor hidden passage Riza would soon give up.
“Allow me then.” Rein said casting her divination magic all around the area, as a result they were able to catch a glimpse of a wall glowing gin purple.
Using brute force, Irish and Ulgar manage to break the wall but what gives them were soil. Uncontented if it were an illusion Ulgar tries to dig through the soil but
“Seems to be an Illusion.” Rein said.
“What do you mean?” Lisha replies.
“My teacher once taught us about these types of magic and if we are fortunate…” She replies putting a scroll from the wall. “Please be an old spell-please be an old spell.” She mutters repeating the same phrase until…
The scroll which was pasted on the soil faded in embers, and once it dissolves the soil would quickly fall from the ground revealing a cavern. And on the center of the cave which appears to be the seed of the problem. An undead creature that of a combined lich and swirling mass of black clouds, additionally there were mass of faces, souls that are trap into a one creature.
“A legion.” Ulgar said, quickly casting a negative plane protection to his companions and himself.
Irish follows a priest spell, giving their weapons; a blessing bane to the undead. Their swords gleaming in white, arrow heads are injected with holly power and the most prominent is the sacred sword slowly heating up the atmosphere.
Charging through the enemy, the undead with a wave of his hand sends a tide of smoking black death. All living things the necrotic wave crosses quickly turn into rotting decay. However, as it clashes with Ulgar’s protection barrier it quickly dissolves. Stepping back to cast a spell, three powerful arrows came flying and in return the legion conjures a missile deflection spell sending back Lisha’s attack.
Lisha who didn’t anticipate the legion counter attack, knows that her fired arrows won’t stop until it plunges their tip towards the target. Fortunately, Rein was quick to react casting a wave of fire enveloping the arrows into charcoal. Following that, the legion creates dozens of icicles hard as metal and sharp as an eleven sword. At the right time just as when the icicles hail through their front, Ulgar bashes his shield creating a bulwark blasting the icicle away. As for Roland, charging behind Ulgar his sword slowly begun boiling the room weakening the undead. Casting for a teleportation spell, the legion was interrupted when Riza came with a backstab. Releasing a gaseous acid, the heroes who inhale the toxic slowly looses their vision.
Standing up Ulgar starts to chant a priest spell, and when the legion saw what he was doing. It quickly sends a black spear trying to interrupt the paladin. Open to all attack, Irish quickly gets up dashing before the necrotic spear kill her companions, she dives picking up Ulgar’s shield saving Ulgar from death. Reposting the legions attack Ulgar with a clap of his palm pressing the smoking blue ball cleanses the place. The gaseous smoke was erases in seconds and all of the legion’s protection spell were dispelled.
Roland who was the first to recover quickly dashes to give their enemy a good end and also Farenggar slowly emits a gleaming holly fire. Just as he was about to end the undead, it suddenly casting a powerful spell.
“It’s a time stop!” Shouts Rain.
Race against time, but once Farenggar finishes its intensity it releases a wave of fire following a whip of fire breaking the legion’s spell. And there with a slash of the sacred sword claps the legion like mosquito purging to thin air.
Taking a rest once the fight was over, Riza notices the walls were covered in paintings. Paintings that of the world’s history though the most intriguing part was a painting of a man and in his back was a dark dragon surrounded by two powerful Deedra, five gods and some different races who are pointing their weapons against a one single man.
Uninterested to learn Riza turns around helping her companions. As they return through the help of the dryads, they would reach the village in mere five hours of travel. Giving their report, the village held a banquet to their savior and giving the band of heroes a boost of reputation.
After a while, they would soon return to their path.
“So where to my hero.” Riza implores at Roland and seething her female companions.
Creating a light strife from the group especially the female Roeland then said.
“We’re going to Keshoval.”
They all smile and follows Roland.