Journal - A Beautiful Death

The Isle of Krasgord

We knew where we had to go next, and the name of our target as well, which was something. Queen Dalrisha (our target, linked to positive energy of some kind) and King Sostror ruled over the island of Krasgord, which enforced strict rules of beauty (from a human point of view), and were patrons of all kinds of arts where beauty could be expressed. The problem, as I saw it, was that because hardly anyone met the standards to enter Krasgord we had no first hand experience available from which to learn what it was like there. We decided that we would have to see for ourselves and then take it from there, so we met in Milada's temple in the early morning ready to travel using the tapestry. I tried a new technique I had learned to mask Falcor from divination, and he made us invisible so that we could pass unnoticed. Falcor conducted the ritual with the flaming brazier and we arrived in a sheltered spot in the hills to the west of the capital (Krasgord). We could just see a graceful spire to the east rising above a valley, the land rising all around us otherwise and obscuring our view.

We walked east and crested a ridge to see quite the vista in front of us. There was a small settlement to our south at the base of the hills with an ornate fortified tower guarding a massive bridge farther south. The view was dominated by the beautifully ornate fortified city to the east, with minarets and sweeping curves combined with bright white walls. There were some lakes and a forest between the city and where we stood, and then the land fell away farther to the east with a more traditional fortified city just about visible to the far south east. We descended towards a small lake within the trees, and as we approached we noticed a party of human riders within the trees, which put Falcor in mind of a hunting party. They seemed, from the sound of their voices, quite relaxed and happy but we veered north around them anyway and they headed towards the shore of the lake. We passed easily from a distance and kept going east, but a little while later we heard the same party coming towards us from behind.

We stopped by trees, staying close so that we would not be accidentally collided with, and the party rode past quite close to where we were. They were very ornate in appearance in every way, their dress, weapons, even horses we decorated and coloured to catch the eye. Their apparent leader wore a crown; was this King Sostror? His grab was predominately blue, which would match Dalrisha's colour. We were quite prepared to let them pass and follow on behind, but suddenly a dragon skimmed the trees overhead! It was black with greenish hues as it caught the light, and after a moment I realised that it had too many legs for a dragon - eight in fact. Falcor flashed a compulsion he felt; this was no Elvradrak. A couple of the hunting party were thrown from their horses as they bolted just at its presence, leaving the others fighting to control their mounts. The King seemed more comfortable, and quickly urged his horse into a gallop to flee east at pace.

The others were slower, although the ones that had been dismounted run as fast as they could in different directions. One glanced up and after a few seconds they were completely turned to stone! The beast vomited up a stream of hissing liquid at another, killing his horse instantly; the rider was unfortunately pinned by the horse's body but was trying to remove his smoking clothing. The thing then grabbed one of the runners, lifting them up as it turned. It seemed to be following the King, though. I ran forward and asked my patron to create a lot of water, dumping it over the body still trapped under the horse, hoping to wash the acid off. Falcor followed the flying creature from a distance, seeing it drop the person it had picked up and then lift the King straight off his horse. He managed to get his sword out and swipe at the beast, even landing a few hits, but then he had his arm pinned by another leg.

The fellow I had tried to save was dead, unfortunately, so we instead followed, the creature and the King. It had slowed down now that it seemed to have found its quarry, so it was easy to track it at a jog, but we were unable to do much from the ground as it was too high. Fortunately it was gently descending as it flew west, and by the time we broke out of the treeline it was getting close to the ground, seemingly looking to land at the base of the slope ahead. When it landed it pinned the King on floor with four of its legs and carefully pried his sword out of his hand with another, throwing it aside. After disarming him it moved him so he was held by just two feet and looked up. Falcor warned me that he was about to attack, so I summoned a protective shield in case it tried to turned us to stone.

Two lightning bolts arced from Falcor into it, one after the other, making him visible. The thing was seriously injured, so it abandoned the King and leapt into the air, flying away to the north. We ran forward as the King sprang to his feet, looking scared but not too injured. He grabbed his sword and stood ready, scanning between Falcor and the creature, wary of both. I readied my bow, but Falcor wanted me to remain invisible so I just stopped and watched instead. The King was focused on Falcor, still wary and looking ready for a fight. He hailed Falcor, saying that he did not recognise him, although his armour at least was beautiful, and said that he had shown some beautiful skill that was rare in these parts. He had apparently been seeking the creature that terrorised the hunting grounds, and indeed had found it, but had been expecting some lesser threat. Unfortunately, he said, he had brought some pretty but useless friends.

He had relaxed a little, but was still wary, particularly when Falcor said he had come here by dweomer. He relaxed a little more when Falcor claimed that this dweomer was not his own, and speculated that perhaps it had been Sullinassauri to blame (Falcor claimed ignorance of the name). The King went on to say that uninvited guests were not usually tolerated, but as he had helped the King and shown some beauty in his actions he might be made a guest... if he kept his helmet on, anyway (I tried not to snigger). The King said that he would speak of his beautiful deeds to help him be accepted. We began to walk back towards the city, and as we did so the King spoke much about his own accomplishments, not giving Falcor much time to speak of himself. Falcor did ask at one point whether it was the King's duty to protect his weaker subjects, which caused the King some hilarity. I hated him already. I followed at a little distance, but noticed that the King was aware of me to some extent, although he said and did nothing to stop me. He did at least seem like a genuine warrior, despite his vanity.

It took about an hour to reach the gates of the city. The entrance had some very... colourful guards at each side. They did seem alert, though, and snapped to attention at the King's approach. The city walls were polished white marble, beautifully finished, and the roof tiles were quite a pretty blue with black veins. It was as beautiful as you'd expect for a place with its reputation. There were people within the city moving around and trading, but no market stalls or anything so vulgar to look at, and we noticed guards on every corner keeping an eye on everyone. Nobody really acknowledged the King or met his gaze other than the soldiers, mainly seeming to avoid him without making it too obvious that they were trying to do so.

After fifteen minutes or so we approached a magnificent squarish building, presumably the palace, and the King was approached by a guard who spoke in a language we didn't understand. It had a sing-song quality to it, which was quite nice to listen to, but neither of us had heard it before. The guard scurried off as the King led Falcor inside with me following at a distance. People were still careful to avoid the King, but they at least came much closer here, and there was some acknowledgement when he looked towards them. The King was quickly approached by a man with fine blue flowing clothes and carrying a polished black wood staff. The King introduced him as "Verrel", the Chamberlain, and Falcor stuck with the name "Dracor", although people here seemed to find that amusing for some reason. The King instructed the Chamberlain to find Falcor a room, and said that the Queen would probably wish to meet him, which was promising.

The Chamberlain took us through the maze of corridors within the building until he stopped at a door and announced that this would be Falcor's accommodation. He opened the door and showed Falcor the three fine rooms inside - they were luxurious! Although we got the impression that these were supposed to be the most basic of quarters, they were better than anything we'd seen for a long while, and were beautifully finished. He was asked not to stray, so I had to go and do some exploring on my own. Sadly there were guards everywhere - in fact nowhere in the corridors was out of sight of at least one. I overheard some hushed references to trouble in the west, but that conversation was quickly shut down with fearful looks in the direction of the nearest guard. I returned to Falcor without having learned much, other than that we were clearly in a guest wing. Falcor had been brought food and drink while I was away, which had been very good apparently, but he hadn't left much for me to try!

Thankfully another meal came later so I got to share some food, and it reminded me a little of Treddar... in fact this whole place did with its strict rules and facade of good manners. I used a mirror in one of the rooms to scry around the places I couldn't reach by walking. There were working spaces below us and more opulent rooms above, as we expected. One person, speaking privately, made a reference to a group or collective on the western shore of the island; they were blaming the people there for the recent troubles, saying that they had been "crossing the mountains". I also caught a glimpse of the throne room, although it was empty. Outside there was some normal activity (actual work being done that is) within the city, but the people doing it used a different network of routes to the main thoroughfares - a "back of house" access.

We had to stay the night, as the Queen didn't seem in any rush to meet Falcor. Relatively early in the morning, but after Falcor had refreshed my invisibility, the Chamberlain visited to say that the Queen would see him after she had concluded her business, but that he should "make yourself presentable". He was to have no weapons, obviously, and no luggage or traveling kit, just his polished armour and helmet (worn to hide his ugly mug, is what he seemed to be saying). What this actually meant was that I had to use dweomer to enhance my strength so that I could carry all his shit for him. Falcor used some dweomer to make his armour shine nicely. We had to wait a couple of hours, though, before the Chamberlain returned to escort him. He seemed somewhat content with Falcor's appearance, so we set off after him to meet the Queen.

An Audience With Queen Dalryssia

We approached the throne room, which I recognised from earlier, and the guards outside rapped their pikes on the floor. The doors swung smoothly open into the throne room itself. Eight guards lined either side of the room, and the Queen sat on the throne at the far end. The King was nowhere to be seen, though. The Chamberlain announced "Lord Dracor" in a loud voice as we entered and then stepped to the side. I did the same, on the other side, as I wasn't sure I wanted to risk walking past a royal bodyguard, invisible or not they might well notice. Two guards moved forward so that they were either side of Falcor as he reached the front, and he bowed formally. The Queen welcomed him, although she did not know of him, and said that whilst he was plain of visage she understood that he was beautiful of dweomer. She then started to talk about the creature we had fought, suggesting that he might undertake a quest to kill the beast and bring its head back for her so she could hold a ball.

Whilst she was doing this, Falcor urged me to give him his sword. This surprised me, to be honest. Was his plan really to just straight up murder her in cold blood? How did we know she was the real Queen, and what defences might she have for such an attack? If she wasn't the real Queen then he'd be standing over a nation's dead Queen, blood dripping from his sword, in the middle of a fortress full of guards and surrounded by the royal guard itself. If she was, the whole place would be falling apart and everything from the last scenario would still apply. I wasn't even sure that the whole place wasn't some kind of giant illusion or mass hypnosis. Surely we should learn more first? We could return with the head and see her again, after all. Falcor was becoming increasingly insistent though.

I reached out with my mind, trying to get a feel of the psychic impressions within the throne room. At first it seemed like just a blank canvas, but there was a much older place behind it, from history, that was soaked in fear and death... blood violently spilled. It was a different incarnation of this room, long since past, but fear most of all was the main feature. We started to agree that the original Dalryssia had left this place, although she still had much influence here, and was not the Queen we saw before us. Falcor agreed to the quest to hunt the creature we had encountered earlier, and said that he looked forward to the ball when we returned successfully, asking if that would mean he could see the Queen in her most regal attire. The Queen agreed readily that it would, and asked the Chamberlain to see to his needs in preparation for his quest. She also suggested a tourney where his prowess in battle could be shown off.

Falcor then spoke of how his request on arriving for access to an area to train had been denied, and that the Chamberlain had been quite rude and dismissive of him. The Queen was certainly not amused, and the Chamberlain's stammering attempt to defend himself did not help at all. She decided that he should fight Falcor to prove his worth, which was basically a death sentence. Thankfully Falcor was able to diplomatically delay the fight at least until we returned, getting the Queen to agree that such a fight as an opener to the victory ball would make it a much more beautiful death. The ex-Chamberlain was quickly escorted out and one of the Queen's guard was asked to see to Falcor's needs until a new Chamberlain was appointed. I waited after he left to see what would happen, and the Queen walked behind the throne where a doorway (well concealed) opened to let her pass. Most of the guards left once this door had closed behind her, with only four remaining in the room.

Falcor was escorted to a different room, much grander suite of rooms, receiving many apologies on the way. The new Lord Verrel (the new Chamberlain) made himself known; it seemed that the name came with the title, which would also explain why the Queen was called Dalryssia. Falcor was now three flights of stairs above his previous accommodation, and these rooms were much grander, gilt encrusted, and included six rooms and a hot, steaming bath. There was also a feast laid out for him that even he could not finish! A gold and crystal flagon of fine wine accompanied it. This was luxury beyond anything he had ever seen, even from his courtly days.

Meanwhile I was standing around waiting and trying not to get bored or cramped! After at least a couple of hours the other guards left as well, so I could finally move. There were still a shadowy balcony on each side of the throne room above me, so I listened carefully and moved in small bursts to approach the throne along one side. I could sense an echo of a link to another place directly from the throne, and it repulsed me on a primal level in a fear for my very existence. It could only be linked to a place of pure radiant energy utterly opposed to the land of my Father. As I resisted the urge to move away, I realised that it was life-giving in nature, but overwhelmingly so and, as I thought, opposed to my very essence. I fought against the dread and tried to calm my mind, trying to focus my mind. I had an instant connection to an overpowering radiance from the throne itself, even though it was just an echo of the power linked to it. A lot of power had flowed through the throne, though, and recently. I tried to get closer to investigate the door behind the throne, but the radiance was too strong and I was forced back. I used dweomer to transport myself back towards the entrance, hoping to link up with Falcor again.

Meanwhile Falcor had tried to call me with his mind, and surprisingly someone else had answered; it was an Elvramer named Arak, that Falcor had met before on his adventures. Arak was somewhat surprised that "The Guardian" was there at the same time. He confirmed that he was within the fortress of the humans, so close, he was seeking alliances in difficult times. He was also trying to understand where the humans would (and would not) be, as his people were weakened and could be vulnerable. He had heard tales that suggested there might be Elvradhil in the mountains here, but he had not been able to explore so he couldn't confirm this. There were several bodies of water here on the island that connected to the sea, although the humans didn't seem to realise their significance. Falcor suggested that he might want to leave in order to ensure his safety, as the whole place was at risk if our quest was successful.

I had tried to get back to where Falcor had been, not realising that he had moved, but got lost in the maze of the fortress anyway. I shouted mentally, and thankfully got a response from Falcor. He wasn't sure where he was exactly, although he knew that he was several floor up. He resolved to attempt to reach me, asking his host if he could be taken on a short tour. As they walked he learned that all names were indeed tied to specific posts, and that the Queen was always Dalryssia but was named after the divine lady that watched over this place. This "divine lady" brought the sun to shine over the land every day. Previously it had been a land of darkness and despair, where humans were little more than slaves and Saloroc scratched a meager existence from the earth. Dalryssia, the goddess, had brought salvation and bestowed upon the Queen the gifts of beauty, allowing the Queen to bear her name. As long as the Queen honoured the goddess, then prosperity would always come to the land. It was said that the Queen had her own chapel where she worshiped Dalryssia, the Goddess. There had been eighteen Queen Dalryssias since the original ascended.

Thankfully I could hear the end of this discussion as Falcor had been descending towards me on the nearest stairwell. He made sure to be especially noisy on his return so that I could get back to his room with him. Once there we swapped notes on what we had seen and experienced. It was clear that Dalryssia (the Sarn) had already ascended in some way and we we had any hope of defeating her we would have to draw them out; there was no way I could hope to enter her realm without being destroyed by it. I wondered whether, although I hated the idea the moment I aired it, I might draw her out if I let my true self be seen and call Dalryssia out as a false goddess.

Picking up on this idea, Falcor asked whether a duplicate of the Queen's clothes could be made, so that he might match his dress to hers for the ball, adding of course that it would have to be destroyed afterwards. This, of course, was wonderfully received as a beautiful idea, helped by the large sapphire he offered in payment. Perhaps I could challenge the Queen's faith if given enough time? I was nervous, and it would take a week of allowing my detestable beauty to return; I took great care to hide it normally, so this was no easy change to make. If Falcor could keep me invisible it would help, as much for my sake as for others.

The Beast Hunt

The night passed uneventfully, anyway, and we were well fed and rested. We retired early and rose early so that I would be invisible again, without incident. Then Falcor was led, with me following, down to a stable where he was presented with a magnificent deep-black warhorse in half barding which was silver and blue. Falcor was offered some apples in a silk bag by a stable hand, which apparently the horse liked, and he mounted and rode out easily with me jogging behind. We headed through the now familiar forest towards the mountains in the west. Things were not all simple, though, as it seemed we were being followed by someone or something. I hung back to see what it might be, and sure enough there were some short humanoids following Falcor. He stopped, making a show of feeding his horse and noticed movement in a particular bit of undergrowth. He used dweomer to make an explosion of glittering particles in the area, then saw a glittering shape moving forward towards him. Falcor grabbed the creature with his mind and moved it slowly towards him, but was lashed out at by the mind of his target.

I saw the movement as well, and just confirmed that they were not from Kraldar's realm. As I watched from nearby, I could make out at least four of them in total, all closing on Falcor now that they knew one had been seen. Falcor dropped the one he lifted, and they landed heavily on the ground. I closed with Falcor and raised a mental defence around us, and then Falcor was in melee. He struck one twice, but they were far more agile than we expected and it was difficult for him to make a good connection. Falcor frantically used his staff to parry multiple attacks, and in answer to my unspoken question told me not to attack. He was adjusting now, and decapitated one before turning his attention to another. It took a few hits, but that one fell too (in fact it was the one that had literally fallen when Falcor dropped him). Falcor was scraped again, although all his wounds seemed superficial, and cut another one down in return. There was just one left, which Falcor struck quickly. Seeing that he faced only death, the last one sank to his knees, dropping his daggers in submission.

He was an odd-looking fellow, and not like any race we had seen before. I noted that the Elvrabor had changed appearance when they changed allegiance under Ilianna, and wondered whether this was another Elvra race that had changed their divine patron as well. Falcor stepped back, sheathing his sword, and asked why he had attacked us. There was no response to Falcor's questions, though, and we weren't sure whether he even spoke Common. I tried mental communication, but also didn't get a response; there was definitely a strong mind present and it defended itself against my attempts to reach it. Falcor tried a different approach, taking out his Elvradhil axe and showing him the runes on it. The creature seemed repelled by them, scrabbling to back away as Falcor moved it closer. Falcor assessed his nature as being Chaotic Neutral, and so offered him a hand to help him stand. Although he didn't take it, he correctly interpreted this as a sign that he could stand and slowly rose to his feet, still looking down. He backed away slowly and then legged it as soon as he realised that he was being spared.

I tried to arrange the bodies together with some dignity whilst searching for anything they might carry that could give us some information. There were some clean trinkets carefully stored in pouches, bits of worked gold mainly, but they were otherwise completely filthy. Their clothes were soiled and abraded heavily, but seemed to have once been fine materials. As I was moving the last body I got a sense of a growing energy field and stepped backwards, wary, warning Falcor. He had mounted his horse ready to move on, but dismounted again and stepped towards me. Suddenly the bodies exploded with a burst of radiant energy! We managed to drop to the floor to escape the worst of it, but it was still painful... especially for me as it was that same radiance so opposed to my nature that I had sensed on the throne.

Once Falcor had calmed the horse down (thankfully it had escaped the blast), we quickly moved on. I was slightly nervous that I was now leeching energy to heal myself, and that it might be a beacon to those paying attention. Despite this we were undisturbed, and an hour later we reached the area where we had first met the King. From there it was a simple journey to reach the edge of the mountains, although Falcor spotted a cat-like creature slightly above where we were approaching that was watching us. It was dog-sized with eight legs - what was with all the legs around here? We adjusted our line of travel to veer off to the north a little, but it tracked with us whilst maintaining its height. As we kept pushing north to circle around, though, it seemed happy to leave us be. We kept our distance and started to climb the slope to the right of the peak it was guarding. As we reached a slight plateau and started to circle the north side of the peak, we noticed below us on the right there were three ugly hairless apes devouring something in between them, deer sized although we couldn't see clearly. We moved away from the edge so that Falcor wasn't seen, losing sight of them.

I started to climb up the slope to get a better view of the surroundings, as Falcor tracked across below me on horseback. As I got higher I could see that the ape things were moving west, so I warned Falcor that they would be coming into view. He turned back and started to climb towards me, but as he did so he noticed what might be a cave mouth in the slope above him, roughly at my level. He dismounted and started climbed towards it on foot as I walked around at my level, aiming to meet at the cave mouth to investigate. As we moved, though, Falcor saw a familiar head emerge and a long tongue stuck out, testing the air, then turned sharply towards me. The black dragon-like beast scurried out of the cave and quickly towards me, using its eight legs to make good progress over the rocky terrain, and coming straight for me! It started slashing at the air with it's front four clawed feet; I managed to dodge two of them, but one scraped my armour and so the last hit me squarely in the side. I quickly summoned some dweomer to protect me from its gaze, and Falcor put a lightning bolt into its rear.

It, predictably, spewed acid all over me, although I was able to turn and avoid the worst of it. My bow and quiver, and annoyingly also my boots, were destroyed. I had to kick the remains of my boots off as the beast turned and rushed at Falcor. He was ready for the charge, though, and blew a hole in the side of it's body with another lightning bolt, removing at least one limb in the process. I jogged after it, ignoring the pain from suddenly being barefooted on the rocks, and finished it off with a blow from behind. Served the fucker right for melting my boots! Unfortunately we were not safe yet, as we heard the cries of the apes from below and saw them loping towards us. I ran down towards the horse, which sensibly bolted, and challenged the apes with a shout whilst beating my chest with my sword hilts. Magic missiles streaked from behind me to strike the leader of the group, and I created a color spray that knocked the same one unconscious.

This still wasn't enough to deter the other two, though, and I was struck by a couple of powerful blows as I stood my ground. To make matters worse there was another cry, although different... more of a guttural shout, from the other side of the hill to our left. Three giant creatures came striding into view, headed towards Falcor with rocks in their hands at least the size of his head. Falcor sent another lightning bolt arcing into the nearest one, mentally asking if I could deal with the two apes. I could... well, if I could get one out of the fight quickly anyway - they hit hard! I threw the serpent staff down and it started its transformation into a snake, and sliced one ape with Aramat. Although the snake was struggling to entangle its target, it at least distracted it while I focused on the other one. I struck it again, but its powerful blow in return left me reeling slightly.

Falcor tried a mental attack as the first giant started to throw a rock at him; it seemed to be effective as the giant stopped instantly and dropped all his rocks onto the ground, remaining there and doing nothing. The snake finally managed to entwine the ape it was attacking, which left me free to focus on one attacker. I finished the ape off with multiple sword slashes and turned my attention to the giants. Falcor had backed off towards me, and he unleashed a fireball which surrounded the two advancing giants. They were still standing after the explosion, though, so I blinded one with a bright light in its eyes. Falcor summoned a wall of fire as well, but it appeared just behind them as they kept striding forwards. They threw rocks at Falcor, but they missed widely.

I healed a few of my wounds as Falcor cut a giant down with his sword. The last one was the one I had blinded, but he still moved towards the sounds of battle, swinging blindly as he advanced. He did catch Falcor with a heavy punch just by chance, but Falcor cut him down fairly effortlessly shortly afterwards. We took stock for a moment; Falcor, having expended a lot of dweomer, wanted time to study but before we could think about where to settle down he noticed a figure on the far side of little valley the apes had been in rise as if out of nowhere, throw something to the ground, and disappear into a rent in the air. Ilianna's folk were here? Now they knew that we were too! I had tied up the ape that I knocked unconscious earlier, but as he awoke he was able to rip his way out his bonds and take a swing at me! I had to cut him down with my swords, although it still took three strong blows. With him dead, I ordered the snake back to me and it released the last ape, looking very sorry for itself. I gestured at it to go with my sword and it loped off, not willing to challenge us any more.

We had a moment's peace, then, and I discovered that Falcor had some spare boots that I could use, which was helpful. They didn't fit of course, so I had to spend some time sewing them roughly to take in enough material to at least have a hope of moving around in them. Once that was done, and seeing that Falcor was still deep in study, I went to investigate the cave above us. The stink inside was incredibly bad; I held my breath and ran in to see if it improved around a bend up ahead, but that led to an acrid pool of liquid that stung my eyes. I headed back to fresh air and took some deep breaths, thinking about how I might tackle the situation.

I fished out a potion that we had found, one of vitality, that might help with some of the nausea. That did allow me to walk past a pile of detritus and bones in the outer cave, but the acrid smell of the pool in the narrow section was just as bad. I tried creating water above it, hoping to dilute it, and that did seem to work. The liquid washed around the cave up ahead and the stinging smell started to die down. Finally I was able to progress and found another wider section of the cave with half a dozen stony eggs on the far side. There was nothing else I could see, so I headed back to Falcor, who actually met me at the entrance, and explained what I'd found. I carried them out using sacks... and they were really heavy!

Falcor summoned a disc that he was able to load both the eggs and the head onto. It followed Falcor, although slowly, as we walked back to the forest. We even found the horse waiting, which was a bonus, so we led that back with us. We found a relatively sheltered place to rest within the forest, and I meditated to regain some power from my unknown patron. I didn't feel like sleep, though, as the potion I had taken meant I felt full of energy and would do so for days! That meant I'd be on watch for the night, of course. The potion I had used in the cave had made me feel so energised that I could not have contemplated sleep anyway, so I watched over Falcor into the night. After about three hours I heard something slightly west of us, and an hour later caught a glimpse of something human-sized moving just south of us. It seemed to pass without incident, though, or at least I didn't see anything else. Then there was another movement to the north - they all seemed to be moving from the mountains towards the city.

Just a few minutes later one came much closer, getting dangerously close to Falcor, and I could see now that they were the dark elves. This one looked particularly finely armed and armoured, and seemed to be able to pass through the undergrowth and trees at will. I stepped out to get his attention, uttering a quick incantation to protect me from evil. I heard the figure shouting mentally, not really recognising what he said but getting the impression that he was raising the alarm. He reached out to touch a tree and appeared right in front of me! There were more coming as well, although not as quickly. One of them saw Falcor and I heard mentally that he was passing that information on. Damn!

I tried to parry the first attacks, succeeding with one blow but getting cut by the other - he was really fast! To make it worse, two more engaged me with another close behind. A couple of daggers struck me, although my armour saved me from worse. I was hurt, but also striking back; every one of my blows found its mark, although their leader still wouldn't fall. I still thought I might hold my own, but then a mage that was standing some way off sent magic missiles thudding into my chest! I had no choice but to keep pressing my attacks, despite the pain I was in, but I started trying to wake Falcor with my mind. He was an infuriatingly heavy sleeper, though, and didn't stir.

I finally managed to cut down their leader, although it had taken much more effort than I had hoped. His body shimmered as it seemed to get absorbed into the undergrowth before reappearing at the mage's feet. Falcor finally woke up (I felt as if my mind should be hoarse with all the shouting it had done), and realised quickly that there was a threat, grabbing his sword and rod and moving to help. I was suffering from multiple cuts, at least one of which potentially had poisoned me, so I was glad he was awake. He struck one twice, his energy sword particularly effective against these foes, and I turned to slash another attacker, doing significant damage.

There was a bright light in the direction of the mage, but we were too busy fighting to see exactly what had happened. Falcor killed his first opponent and moved on to another, landing such powerful blows that he knocked them unconscious. I finished off the other, the last of the attackers. I turned to see that the mage had, predictably, gone with the body... but then collapsed unconscious myself! Falcor said that a shadowy form had seemed to stand over my body, one that I had seen before when I was near death. Falcor started spinning his energy blade and the shadowy form dissipated in the light, but it also caused me to start twitching in pain. Falcor quickly stopped, thankfully, and knelt to heal me and remove the poison. I gasped and jerked awake with a start, gripping his arm in thanks before laying back to take a few breaths.

I was surprisingly hale, thanks to the healing, and got up quickly; we would have to move. We searched the bodies, not expecting to find much, but at least I managed to find a better fitting pair of boots. We hid their weapons and then moved away to the south. We carried the head of the beast with us, and I used dweomer to increase my strength so that we could move easily. We found another place to rest, and this time (although I did hear sounds to the north) Falcor managed to sleep through the night. In the morning he sat down to study, which took three hours, and I meditated for about half an hour before we were ready to face the dangers of the day.

We talked about what had happened the night before and realised that Ilianna had probably warned the Queen who Falcor was and what his intentions were so there was not much point in us returning to the city. We abandoned the head, although we kept the eggs and Falcor insisted on cutting the eyes of the beast out before we left. There had been mention of a community of some kind to the west that was opposed to the city, so that was worth investigating. We needed information, and might find some allies if we were lucky. We headed back into the mountains, following a valley just south of a large mountain nearby.

We saw another eight-legged dog thing above us to the south, so we climbed north a little and skirted around, not wanted to start any unnecessary fights. We kept following the pass as it wound amongst the mountains, and then saw another dog creature to our left; they seemed to be common in the mountains. A few moments later we saw some large humanoids up ahead so we climbed the north side again, watching to see what they would do. They headed the other way, climbing up towards the dog and eventually starting a fight. There were three of them, and they were particularly ugly with hardly any neck above their shoulders, but the dog was fast and agile so they struggled to hit it. When they did land a hit there was a chiming sound as if they had hit metal; the noise put my teeth on edge, but Falcor seemed to find it calming. The dog emerged victorious, beating all three after an extended fight - not a foe to be underestimated!

We continued, passing the fight by, and turned west between two peaks before we saw the dog appear... this time clearly blinking into existence above us to the right. It had been the same one all along! Falcor reached out with his mind and got a response, a friendly one thankfully... well, friendly to Falcor anyway, not so much to me. It seemed surprised that I was sentient at all, just seeing me as a sucking force of death. It seemed glad that Falcor wished to fight Dalrissia, though, and told us that she was in a place of rocks and earth to the north of city, underground. She was at the gates of the realm the dog came from, which must be the radiant positivity that was so opposed to my essence. The image she gave us of Dalrissia was of death against a bright background, and she was apparently trapped having left this place but unable (at the moment at least) to enter his own realm. She warned that they could not resist her forever, and urged us to seek her deep within the largest rock pile, close to where all the people live. Dalrissia could not return, hence why she had to act through others. The dog gave her name as "She Who Seeks Warriors", more of a purpose than a name... and seemed excited that her purpose might be complete now that she had found Falcor; he was a warrior filled with the power of her own home, and was wielding "a weapon" (me) filled with the power of his enemy.

Confronting Dalryssia

Now that we had a location where we could find Dalryssia, we set off immediately through the mountains (wanting to avoid the forest if possible). We followed the mountain contours around back to the east and then north, climbing as we went. We were fortunately in a slight gully when a band of dark elves appeared from nowhere to our right, and we were able to drop out of sight before they had scanned in our direction. We waited a couple of minutes, and Falcor heard some chanting from their direction. I moved at a crawl to the edge to peer between rocks, catching a glimpse of three of the foe out of the original five. One was still chanting, and they hadn't moved far from where they had appeared.

We decided that we should attack, using the element of surprise, so we both used dweomer to move ourselves instantly next to the chanting figure... but instead we found ourselves within a grey nothing with no sight of each other, or anything else for that matter. There was no response to my mental call, and I found that I was able to shape the place with my mind, causing a flagstone to appear under my feet, so it was clearly a transition of some kind that had taken us away from Karmana. I used more dweomer to scan for any gateways, and after a few minutes I detected a transition point not far away, so I headed towards it. I had no choice but to plunge through and hope that it would take me back... but instead I appeared right in the face of the mage we had intended to attack! There was a strange feeling about the area we were in, as if a tear was opening in Karmana, but that it had not yet been anchored.

The mage stopped his chanting and cried out in alarm, and one of his companions appeared from nowhere, striking me with daggers as the others hurried to surround me. I struck several decent blows on the mage, but I couldn't quite take him down before he opened a portal and escaped. I nearly went with him, but managed to hold myself in place... I didn't want to leave Karmana again! I cut into a swordsman instead, causing such a serious wound that he dropped, ashen-faced, to the floor although still alive. I took some hits in return, though. I managed to cut down another swordsman, but there was still one wielding daggers and an archer backing him up. The multiple wounds I had suffered, although fairly minor, were beginning to take a toll.

Falcor, meanwhile, had spoken to Aergarnion and asked for help. Help did arrive, but the pegasus was engaged by fiery elemental creatures. Falcor conjured an ice explosion, obliterating one of them and leaving a much diminished second form, although the one that was engaging the pegasus directly wasn't yet harmed. He followed up by sending ice bolts into the weakened one, punching holes in it until what little remained was whipped away in the wind. A fireball exploded around Falcor, but his natural resistance to the flames saved him from the worst of it, and he peppered the other fire creature with ice, dissipating that as well. He also healed the pegasus when it arrived at his side, noticing that it had been badly burned in the fight. The pegasus dropped Falcor off near Borarla, thanking the pegasus, Alderot, for his assistance. Alderot thanking him in turn, as his intervention had saved his life. He was apparently the first lieutenant to Aergarnion, and how considered himslef in Falcor's debt, urging him to call if he was in need.

Falcor then used his own dweomer to teleport back to the gully where we had begun this escapade. He announced that he was back in my mind as he ran towards the sound of fighting. He conjured magic missiles to strike the archer, thankfully distracting him from targeting me again. I was able to finish the dagger wielder, and as the archer started to fire at Falcor I was able to close with him and run him through. Sensing Falcor's unspoken question, I pointed out that there was one still alive where I had been stood before. I warned him, though, that it was an area of planar instability, and I grabbed a stick (one of many that the mage had apparently been setting up in a circle as part of some ritual), pulling it from the ground. I was suddenly aware that the partially open gate was collapsing explosively, and threw myself down just in time to avoid being taken with it. Annoyingly the bodies, including our potential prisoner, disappeared with it.

We decided to continue our journey quickly so that we were not easily targeted, although I was grateful for some of Falcor's healing touch first. We kept following the contours north before starting to turn east as we passed the edge of the forest. It was getting dark, though, and Falcor was keen to rest due to all the dweomer he had expended. He turned himself invisible and settled down in a sheltered spot to sleep. I was still vitalised by the potion I had drunk, so I didn't feel any need to sleep, instead keeping watch. I suddenly had a mental flash of the golden dog thing passing me a warning: "her servants are coming". I changed my shape into one of the weird dwarf things we had encountered in the forest, but kept still and waited. Sure enough I saw one of the folk appear not that far away, sniffing at the air, apparently aware of our scent but unable to pin it down. Eventually, to my relief, an angry voice drew him away back down the slope. More came hours later, though, and this time I changed my shape into one of the dark elves and walked out with the horse, knowing that they would find it anyway and wanting to draw them away from Falcor. I heard a challenge in a language I didn't know, so I responded in halting common with: "who goes there"? The response in common was very broken, but I made out that they were "lords of light"; I simply said: "I serve Ilianna", and they turned and ran! We were undisturbed after that.

Falcor woke naturally, and the dog was suddenly there with us. It spoke of how the dwarves had once being great, but they had been drawn to "her" realm and could not handle the nature of it, so were driven mad. Now they were trapped and had to serve Dalryssia because they knew no other way. They had once sought the light, but now hunted in the dark for enemies of their mistress. They had learned to fear Ilianna's folk, though, which explained the reaction I had received. We rested to study and meditate before moving on, not wanting to confront Dalryssia in a weakened state. We eventually reached the highest peak in the north, circling south above the forest line looking for any kind of entrance.

Sure enough, as we rounded the southern slope to look northeast we could see what looked like a cave mouth in the eastern slope. We were above it, so we started to descend gently as we approached. We noticed that some of the trees here looked darker than in the rest of the forest, whilst others looked unusually verdant. Energy seemed to be leaking out of the cave in some way, for good and for ill. Our attention was soon diverted by a more mundane threat, though, as Falcor warned that he had sighted an archer just before arrows started flying perilously close to me. We both dived into what cover we could, but one arrow still struck me painfully. I crawled away from where I had taken cover, and a good job too as several more arrows landed where I had been.

I used dweomer to move instantly to one of the trees the arrows were coming from, pressing against the trunk as I recovered from the sudden shift. The archers were very hard to see through the leaves, but I seemed to be safe for a moment. Falcor sprinted between cover, trying to loose arrows back as he did so. Impressively he managed to hit one of the foe a couple of times, despite struggling to keep sight of him. More arrows flew back at Falcor, but his speed and armour saved him from damage. I shifted position, looking up to see the archers above me and suddenly arrows peppered around and into me, followed by a lightning bolt! Thankfully the bolt surrounded me and then dissipated harmlessly without causing any damage, otherwise that might have been the end for me. Some of my father's blessings were worth having, I grudgingly thought.

Falcor was struck as well, although not nearly as badly, and he returned fire, striking twice more. I stepped around the trunk of the tree, trying to keep it between me and the foes that were deeper in the forest, and sought out a flying potion from my pack. I downed it and rose into tree to face the two archers there. The tree, rather annoyingly, seemed to be helping them, almost moving to shield them as I tried to get closer. Falcor was finally able to kill his target with another arrow, and switched to another target. I was hit again, but at least this time I could see my attacker. I got close enough to engage one, but they dropped to the floor, the tree reaching out branches to slow their fall enough to avoid harm. I managed to grab the bow he dropped, which the tree had started to pass down to him, and slashed one sword across his back, but it wasn't enough to stop him.

Falcor had taken a moment to dip some arrows in poison, although I was unaware of this at the time, and found his mark with another couple of arrows, still moving to make himself harder to hit. I closed with the other archer in the tree, and again he dropped to the floor using the tree to safely reach the ground. A moment later, the tree exploded in a fireball! Not only was I badly hurt now, I needed to get out of the burning tree! I wouldn't last long on the ground, so instead I used my mental powers to step quickly away several miles in just a minute, putting me well out of harm. I paused there to heal the worst of my burns and wounds. Falcor, meanwhile, caused an ice explosion in one of the trees, seeing a body drop to the ground. He was by an arrow, though, as he paused to focus on the spell.

Falcor sent magic missiles back at the archer, which was enough to kill them, but then had magic missiles returned from the mage that had attacked me earlier. He was able to use his rod to absorb them, though, and started moving again to avoid being caught by the two elves that had reached the ground and drawn swords. Huge hailstones thudded down in the area around Falcor, but he wasn't affected by them so he paid them no mind. I hadn't realised, but he had started digging at the base of one of the trees with a command word, and at this point the earth had moved so much that the tree started to tilt over and eventually fell with a crash. An elf jumped clear, and he targeted him with more magic missiles. This seemed to work as the elf kept running, disappearing deeper into the forest. The last one that had been chasing Falcor collapsed to the floor, succumbing to the poison at last.

I returned to find the battle over, which was a relief as I had suffered without any bow to defend myself with. We took some time to gather a quiver and arrows to go with the bow I had taken, and Falcor kindly healed what remained of my burns as I tended to arrow wounds. When we were ready, we approached the cave, each of us moving to opposite sides of a steep section in front of it so that we converged on the entrance above. I noticed an engraving above the entrance - a star shape with some runes that were hard to make out. I was still able to fly, so I moved up closer to the runes as Falcor muttered a quick cantrip to clean them up a bit. The star had the word "LERAL" in the centre (LIFE)... a natural gate? There was also a gold line extending across the top of the entranceway, and Falcor cleaned the floor to find that the line did complete a circle across the whole of the cave mouth. There were more runes there as well - ARDU? inside the line and NI?IL outside. I used dweomer to interpret the nearest runes (not wanting to cross the line), and understood them to mean "the absolute absence of divinity"... which was a little concerning!

Falcor used dweomer to harden my skin, like stone, so that I might have some protection. He also worried that we would need to use something to influence the pathway that we were about to take - perhaps using Kelditch's staff to exert my will would be enough? But then again it might be too good... we didn't want to open a path straight to the essence of radiant life, as that would kill me! I started to examine along the line, looking for any more information. I noticed that the rock edge on the inside, of which barely an inch was visible before it became unnaturally black and impossible to see, was more like old, pitted, dressed stone than the natural rock on our side. Despite this observation, I couldn't find any inscriptions or mechanisms beyond the ones we'd already seen.

Resigned to taking a leap into the unknown, and reassured a little by the runes we had found, we held each other's wrists and stepped across the line together. At least that was the plan. As soon as I started to pass over the line, though, I felt a burning sensation and instantly recoiled, fearing for my life. Falcor still had hold of my arm, though and kept moving forwards as planned. He stepped into a small stone room, well dressed, with two doors opposite that had intricate sun carvings on them. Not seeing any threat, he started pulling me through, so I flashed a slightly panicked message that it burned, and he quickly let me go. I pulled my arm back, finding that it was fine. I could hardly believe it, though, so I flexed it and checked more closely, only to find that it was completely flawless... oh no. I could see where this was going. Whatever energy was in there had changed me back, given me the form I had managed to hide for so long. Damn this fucking place! I had to go through, though. I couldn't just leave Falcor, for all that we'd joked that I might have to wait outside. How could I hide my face, though? After a moment, I took off my backpack and pulled out a sack, grabbing the void dagger to cut some eye holes into it. It was shit, but I didn't want to have to deal with Falcor seeing my normal form. I liked that he didn't constantly make passes at me, or worse; in fact he barely mentioned my appearance, which was just the way I liked it. I'm not sure it would be the same if I let him see me in there.

While I was doing this, Falcor had found he was no longer able to reach me telepathically, and instead studied his surroundings more closely. The walls and ceiling seemed bare, and the floor too. As he looked down, though, he noticed a faintly worn path between where he had entered and the doors beyond, as if it was regularly used. He was seeing in infravision, although he could see more detail than usual, because it was completely dark. He lit a lantern to help, but just after he raised it I stepped into the room from behind him wearing my mask. He half shouted in surprise, stepping back, but recovered quickly as he realised it was me. He asked why I had a sack on my head, which was a fair question. I babbled a bit, it must have sounded like nonsense - the place had changed me back, which is why it burned... it had made me beautiful! He was confused - why would I want to be ugly? Beauty was a curse, though, it attracted entirely the wrong kind of attention. I could tell he didn't understand. He just looked baffled, but didn't know what else to say. Curse this place!

I noticed that I could feel a little energy flowing into me. It had taken a few minutes to register because I was used to it - but that was only when I got hurt, and now I wasn't, so why was it happening now? I was concerned that if it didn't stop then something bad might happen, so I suggested we didn't tarry and jogged towards the doors. As I approached, though, they started to glow brightly, getting stronger as I approached. I quickly stopped, and reached for the serpent staff to push against them, not wanted to touch them myself. As the tip reached them, though, there was a spark and a slight shockwave. I blinked the afterimage out of my eyes to find Falcor barrelling through the doors at a fast pace! There was a wider corridor beyond that led towards a room, but piles of rubble partially blocked the way so we couldn't be sure what might be in there. There was a diffuse glow from all the stones, walls, floor and ceiling, that brought some light to the area. Falcor stopped about halfway down, putting out his lantern as it wasn't needed, and explained that he was compelled to get away from the staff urgently... it seemed the doors had somehow used the power of the staff against him!

Falcor moved foward more cautiously, checking the wall on the left. The light was definitely coming from the stone, as he could just about see it through his hand, but it didn't feel odd in any way. The constant flow of energy was still there for me, so I moved quickly towards the room up ahead. I could just about see some regular pattern of markings or something along the walls in the room on each side, but it was too far to see the detail. Falcor picked up a stone from one of the piles, judging it a little heavy and possibly run through with ore, and then he threw it foward into the room. Nothing happened, other than the noise of it impacting, so I kept going, moving between the piles to enter the room. As I passed the heaps of stone I looked left and right, and a good job I did as I noticed a couple of short, grey figures hidden amongst the rock, their skin and dirty clothes blending really well into the background. I flashed a quick warning to Falcor and drew swords as they leapt to attack me. They yelled loudly, and others started to appear at the far end of the room from behind a much larger pile of stones. They were armed with daggers and didn't manage to find my flesh in the initial attack, but my own blows struck home and one fell to the floor, blood spurting from its wounds.

Falcor summoned a pattern of colours that mesmerised three of the new arrivals. I sliced across the chest of my other attacker, but then more burst from the walls, emerging from small stone doors - that's what I had seen from the corridor, then. They closed with me and I noticed some even smaller creatures emerge after the others, darting forward behind their larger companions (although they were all really small to be honest). The tiny ones were clothed with small knifes at their side, so probably intelligent, and had blueish skin in a variety of colours. I was surrounded now, but somehow avoided any major damage, and managed to finishing off the one I had previously hurt despite trying to avoid all the daggers.

Falcor created a mass of webs along one side of the room, aiming to catch half of the creatures within it, although a couple of them seemed to be able to ignore it. Falcor advanced towards the melee, but used his mind to blast a number of them as he did so, causing one to flee and one to collapse. We were both now completely surrounded, and to make matters worse the smaller ones were trying to steal our stuff while we were distracted! I was worried about losing the dagger on my belt, which we had planned to use on Dalryssia, so I focused on the tiny ones first. They were hard to hit, though, especially when you were wearing a fucking sack on your head and had to keep dipping your head down just to see that low! I finally managed to catch on with a reverse swing, and Aramat cut him in two with ease. One leapt at Falcor from the rocks behind him, but he had seen him coming and turned just at the right time to skewer him on his sword, flicking its small body aside with ease. Falcor was stabbed by a grey foe, but he ignored the pain and instead decapitated the other tiny blue foe. I was spending more time trying to avoid blows than land them, or that's how it seemed anyway. After what seemed like an age I finally managed to wrong-foot the other tiny thief and ran him through. I was still surrounded by the grey folk, though!

I finished off one of the taller ones, but suddenly started to notice I was taking damage... Falcor's stoneskin dweomer had been protecting me without me even realising, but had clearly had its power expended. I didn't feel too bad, though, as there was so much energy infusing the place that it seemed I had life energy to spare! Falcor, on the other hand, had suffered a few hits and didn't seem happy about it! He clubbed one to death with his rod, but was cut a couple of times again. I slashed another grey one to death, but was still surrounded; did these things ever stop coming? As I was cutting into another one, the walls suddenly glowed more intensely, and the light was almost like daylight. We noticed that, in the new light, the wounds on the foes we were fighting started to knit before our eyes!

Falcor struck one and activated his rod, causing one foe to stop and stare wide-eyed in terror at him. That didn't stop Falcor running him through with his sword, though, and he then turned and cut down another foe. I was surprised, given how much I had to move around to dodge (and to have any hope of seeing through my sack), that my opponents had suddenly stopped moving as well; they were all standing stock-still staring over my shoulder in fear at Falcor. I tried grabbing and shaking one, but there was no reaction even when I shouted at him, so I ran forwards instead, spotting a way out behind the large pile of rocks at the far end of the room. The walls were getting painfully bright now, so I kept going and to my relief found that the corridor beyond was not as bright. There was a pile of rubble up ahead, covering the way forward from floor to ceiling, but a passage branched off to the left just before it. As I was taking this in, the room exploded with a bright flash of light behind me. I turned, looking for Falcor, but he came striding out with a grin on his face as it had apparently made him feel much better!

Falcor got out a wand and created a passage into the pile of rocks, but it wasn't enough to reach the other side so I jogged around the corner to see what was that way. This proved to be a mistake, as the floor parted at my feet! Thankfully I had stepped near the edge of the circular opening that had been revealed, so I managed to shift my weight backwards to fall away instead of down. I caught a glimpse of blades below before the stone slid smoothly back into place to hide the pitfall again. Now it had moved, though, I could make out the area that I needed to avoid; it stretched across the whole width of the corridor, but I was still able to fly so I could pass it easily. Falcor was now shifting rocks with his mind, making slow but steady progress through the blockage, so I flew up to the door and left him too it. As soon as I put the slightest weight on the floor, another pit trap opened beneath me, but this time I just floated above it and let it close again. I listened, hearing nothing through the door, but then Falcor called out that he'd found a way through, so I flew back to the relative safety of the main corridor. I climbed through the passage he had dug and joined him at a crossroad just past the end of the blockage.

There was a minecart track running left and right across the junction, with the way straight ahead blocked by yet more stones. We turned right, entering some mining tunnels with the rails turning to our right before a door and more corridors. There was nobody in sight, and I approached the door to find it locked. A bit of dweomer opened it easily, but only revealed a lot of abandoned rubbish - sleepers, machinery, iron bars, basic storage boxes, small sacks, that sort of thing. It seemed futile to get diverted down these side corridors, so we headed back to the main corridor to see if we could get through the next blockage. Falcor focused his mind on the rocks, and somehow picked up and threw a huge chunk of them past us back along the corridor with a flick of his head. The mass crashed into the stones we passed earlier noisily, and chunks scattered across the floor as it moved. Fragments exploded back towards us with the force of the impact, pinging off Falcor's armour, and dust hung in the air. The sack on my head at least kept the dust out of my mouth. Once the last fragment had finished skittering across the floor it fell eerily silent. We moved into the corridor, seeing that there were still rocks blocking the way, although a good ten feet had been cleared, and then we felt a vibration on the tracks. Looking down the other side-corridor, I saw an empty minecart coming towards us on the tracks.

I created a light some distance ahead, hopefully beyond the blockage, and started moving it back towards us. Falcor hoped that if we could see any glimmer of light through the rock then it would give us an idea of how far back it went. Now we heard a different sound, like a heavy wood club or log striking stone, coming from up beyond where the cart had appeared. Falcor used a wand to dig through one side of the blockage, and immediately saw light beyond as it opened into the far side. I jogged through and found a completely clear, undisturbed corridor. The walls were of a different construction that the corridor we had just left, being white granite veined with reds and oranges, although grimy with dust. The ceiling was slightly arched, where previously it had been flat slabs. Falcor looked at the cart, seeing some small figures stick their heads up and punt the cart forward with poles before ducking down below the lip again, and then joined me. As I entered the new section, for the first time ever, I lost connection with my father's realm. I'd never felt this loss before, or even noticed that the connection was there... until it wasn't. I wasn't sure whether this was a good thing or bad, to be honest. I'd wanted to be free of him for so long, but at the same time I realised that some part of who I was could not be separated from the place he called home.

My reverie was broken by a loud crash as the cart hit the debris on the tracks on the other side of the rocks behind us. We looked back to see that the four grey humanoids had leapt clear and landed on their feet; they were looking right at us, and from their stance were about to come after us. Falcor started reading a scroll, so I stepped towards them, ready to protect him. Sure enough, they sprinted towards us through the gap in the rocks... but as they reached the change in the corridor to the white, flecked rock they slowed and started to look around in joy and what looked like rapture. They all touched the wall, and one started chanting in a loud calling voice - too loud to just be calling on dweomer. Falcor finished his scroll, and the chanting cut off abruptly as the one speaking was held fast by dweomer.

A different voice took up the chant, though, as we picked up the pace and ran down the corridor. Falcor paused to use more dweomer, and the chant was cut off again as the area the greys were stood in became unnaturally silent. In the sudden silence, I noticed that that there was a little rhythmic surging to the energy I had been feeling flowing into me, like a heartbeat. Could the very place we stood in be alive? I jogged forward, but stopped as the energy began to make me feel uncomfortable; my skin was irritable, like it was inflamed all over, and I felt bloated, like every part of my body was filling up with too much energy. Slightly panicked, I ran back whilst communicating the sensation to Falcor. He was a little confused, and asked where I was going; I irritably flashed back that the last time I had felt some relief from the energy was when the creatures had struck me in the fight we had earlier, so I wanted to start a fight! Falcor said: "I can hit you if you like?" That threw me a bit, but sort of made sense, as much as anything could in this crazy place anyway. What the hell, go on then, I just said: "okay!" Falcor punched me in the head, which I wasn't quite expecting, although I guess the sack made it easier for him. Although he hadn't pulled the punch, it weirdly felt good as I felt the energy diminish as it tried to heal the damage. I might have vocalised that it felt good, which was probably a bad idea.

Falcor was a bit suspicious of the sudden change in the corridor, and he reached out with his mind, sensing at least half a dozen neutral auras that were between five and twenty feet beyond the walls around us. The walls still seemed real to him, though, and he placed a hand on one without any noticeable change. I could feel the energy building within me again, and on a whim I half-drew the sword that Falcor had given me just to draw blood on my arm to give me some relief. As the first drop of blood touched it, though, I could sense that it was starting to call out for something. I managed to suppress it by force of will, but stopped and sheathed it straightaway. Where did Falcor get that sword?! I started to question him on it, but found his mind closed - apparently the minds he had sensed had drained power from him and his head hurt. He spoke, for the first time in ages, out loud: "It's dangerous to use our minds. We've got to get to end of the corridor!" He started moving forwards, picking up speed quickly, but also shouted something about dweomer in the corridor that could be masking something.

I jogged forward towards him, but searched for a scroll as I did so; it would allow me to disperse dweomer in an area, which I hoped would help confirm Falcor's theory. I aimed the effect just ahead of Falcor, so that we could both see it, and we saw the coloured flecks disappear from the walls after I finished casting it. Otherwise they seemed unchanged, though - the simple white stone did stand out from the surrounding area, but was otherwise unremarkable. Falcor was still suspicious, though, and thought that it would be worth trying the same effect at the beginning of the white corridor, reasoning that if someone wanted to hide a mechanism or alternative route then that would be the best place to do so. We backtracked down the corridor, and once more I felt the pressure of the energy around me building up inside. I called to Falcor to hit me again, and he obliged with a strong blow that relieved some of the discomfort. He asked: "again?". I nodded, then realised the sack didn't make that obvious, so just said: "yes". He swung again, and this time I felt much better. I wasn't sure I liked that Falcor seemed to be enjoying his role of inflicting pain. It brought back some memories I'd managed to forget about for a while... no, I would have to find another way. I turned and ran towards the rocks and the grey figures that were still there.

I rushed the four figures, and saw that two reacted to my approach. I thought this would be easy, but when I swung my swords the balance felt off and it was harder to control them, like the very place was deflecting them away from my targets. I connected with the first blow, carried by my momentum, but several more swings went wide of the mark. I was struggling so much that I sheathed one sword and threw down my staff instead, willing it to turn into a serpent. It worked far more quickly than usual here, and seemed even larger than normal, filling most of the corridor near me. Falcor was forced back again, as if all the power of the staff were being discharged at once. The snake entwined one foe and started to crush them, leaving me to focus on one and try to get my sword to cooperate. I finally managed to finish them off, more by brute force than finesse, and shortly afterwards heard the cracking of bones somewhere within the snake's coils. I commanded it to come back and resume staff form, stowing it across my back again.

I moved one of the held foes back past the boundary, giving space for Falcor to dispel the dweomer near the boundary without freeing them. Once Falcor finished chanting we examined the walls, but there was no obvious effect visible at all. I started to search the wall by touch, but found it really hard to concentrate. I told Falcor, and he came to examine the same place, and I took a moment to pick up a dagger from the floor and stab myself in the thigh! I could feel the relief again as the energy flowed towards the wound, and I could see it knitting before my eyes. Now at least I had control of the pain, and swiftly turned down Falcor's offer to punch me again. I'd had enough of people that enjoyed inflicting pain already!

We then discussed what effect it might have if we used an artifact that was opposed to this place, of which I seemed to have many! The sword that Falcor gave me seemed as good as any, so I touched one of the coloured veins with it and sure enough the colour started to disappear slowly in a circle around the tip. It was only a foot, if that, in radius but it had a huge impact as the walls seemed to recoil from the sword, almost as if they were organic. Falcor tried pushing the axe he had used to good effect against stone before, but that was different. He paused for a moment and then told me that Karmana was crying out for a connection to this place, but he was not sure how to help her. We just had to admit that we didn't know how and carry on; perhaps removing Dalryssia would be enough?

Once again we turned and this time advanced down the corridor resolved to continue as far as we could. As we did so we reached the area I had dispelled the dweomer from, and I had an instant relief from the pressure of the energy when I entered it, pausing to enjoy it before we continued. The rest of the time I had to keep bloodletting with the dagger just to stop the pressure from growing. At least I felt in control... for now. It took about five minutes before we spotted some doors up ahead, again carved with sun symbols like the ones we saw when we first entered the cave. Falcor approached as I hung back, knowing how they reacted to me last time. These seemed to be made of a different, darker material though, although not as dark as the walls in the earlier corridors. Falcor touched one of the doors, feeling a slight change in energy before it opened slowly towards him.

The room beyond had a pair of gold doors at the far end, and they were glowing with a golden light that filled the room. The walls were a similar white veined marble, as was the vaulted ceiling, all flowing together without any visible joints. Set in the walls on each side were three alcoves, about five feet above floor level, and stone statues were set in each alcove, made of the same veined marble. They resembled winged gargoyles, and I couldn't help but feel that they weren't just statues and my walking past them without incident was unlikely!

The transition in the material the corridor was made of behind us had seemed like a significant change, strengthened by the loss of my connection with Kraldar's realm. I tested this further by drawing Aramat and speaking the words that usually caused it to burn with a cold flame. As I suspected there was no reaction this time, so it too depended on a connection with my father's realm. I used the dagger to self-harm again, bringing the energy within me under control as it was expended to knit my wounds, and then spent the time to raise my strength with dweomer, which took about ten minutes.

When I was ready, Falcor ran over to the doors on the other side whilst I hung back to see what happened. He suffered no ill effects, but as he reached to open the doors the items in his hands were triggered by the energy. Magic missiles shot out of his staff into the ceiling, and the blade of his sword burst into life, forcing me to dive behind the closed door beside me to shelter from the burning light. The door in front of Falcor opened easily, though, and he saw another white marble corridor beyond, this time with no veins in the walls though. The floors and walls were not grimy, either, instead having a perfectly glossy finish. More gold doors stood closed at the far eng of the short corridor, again with the sun symbols within them. This time, though, they looked like they were cut from massive sapphires.

I tried to use dweomer to skip the room with the gargoyles, aiming to appear in the new corridor beside Falcor. Something went wrong, though, and I appeared in the room behind him with the door slamming shut in my face as I accelerated into it painfully! The gargoyles, predictably, rose into the air to attack. They moved in eerie silence, and one grabbed my shoulders, causing an agonising pain as the stone claws crushed my flesh and bones. The veining from the walls was now covering the gargoyles, leaving the room a pristine white, although I didn't really appreciate it right at that moment. The gargoyles' eyes glowed with golden light, and my captor completely ignored a lightning bolt that Falcor sent into its chest.

I stabbed upwards with Aramat, connecting and causing the veins to shrink away from the blade as well as making cracks appear in the stone (not that I could see this clearly at the time). The pain from the crushing grip continued, though, and Falcor was raked by another but managed to avoid getting picked up. Meanwhile I was being lifted almost to the ceiling, presumably to be dropped onto the hard floot below. I didn't find out its intent, though, as Aramat struck true again and it shattered above me. I fell heavily, with chunks of the (now veinless) rubble falling on and around me. It was some relief in my shoulders at least, although the pain was still there for the moment. As I picked myself up, I sensed a hunger in Aramat that I hadn't felt before - a hunger for souls. Did it need the energy, was it the type of soul energy here, or was it freed from the influence of my father here? I didn't have time to think about it too much, though, as we were going to be attacked again.

I stood next to Falcor with my back to the door as he held up his hands and willed the doors to open. Unfortunately he stepped through before I could react, and the doors slammed shut immediately. The gargoyles swooped down, and I cut off the foot of the one that had raked Falcor, but another managed to grab me and lift me into the air again. I struck true with Aramat, knowing that it was effective against them, but I couldn't see the impact. Falcor tried to open a gap in the wall beside the doors, but it didn't work... possibly the walls weren't made of stone exactly, but something else? I struck with Aramat again, and again the gargoyle was smashed into pieces. After another heavy landing, as well as more damage to my shoulders, I was in a great deal of pain. My shoulders were a mess and the rest of my body battered, so I ran for the doors we had entered through, managing to parry off the gargoyles that swooped to attack me along the way.

Falcor teleported into the room behind me, and was aware of a blinding light behind him that was trying to divert his spell to another place. He managed to focus his will on reaching me and appeared just behind where I had been before I ran He followed behind me a bit slower. He followed me out, and as he did so the remaining gargoyles returned to their alcoves, thankfully. I rested against the wall, feeling the energy that I had worried might destroy me actually mending my bones and wounds. Falcor healed some of his wounds as we waited, but with no immediate threat we waited about half an hour before I was feeling well and ready to try again.

Falcor walked across the room, which again didn't react to his presence, and opened the doors. This time, though, he held them and waited for me. I sprinted for them, this time seeing the veins in the walls skitter rapidly towards the gargoyles as they started to come to life. The doors slammed shut as I approached again, but this time I was ready and just managed to slide through the gap, ending up on the floor beyond the doors. Falcor was trapped this time, though! I shouted to him several times, but there was no response. The doors wouldn't respond to me, of course, so there wasn't much I could do. Just as I started to get really worried, Falcor opened the doors again, holding his energy blade that was radiating its fearful light. I could not help but sprint away, but didn't get far as the sapphires in the other doors started to glow, and then dazzle, with a pure blue light that I found equally destructive. I ended up cowering in the middle of the room against the wall, my cloak over my body in a rather pathetic attempt to keep the light out. Once Falcor stepped through the doors, though, he was able to extinguish his blade, and I immediately noticed the change in light. I stood and backed away from the doors until I was more comfortable, the blue light diminishing as I moved away.

Fighting Dalryssia

I kept myself wrapped fully in Arla's cloak, as that seemed to reduce the distance that the doors reacted to me, and waited until Falcor was able to exert his will and force the doors open. There was a strangely-shaped room beyond that looked as if large scoops had been taken out of a solid form to make a room where 6 spheres joined up, although the floor was level. The entire room was covered in burnished gold, like the doors were before, and this reflected an intensely bright, radiant light that was beaming out from near the centre of the room. Light surrounded everything within the room as a result, and it was quite painful to look at. We could not mistake the figure sat at the centre, though; it was clearly Dalryssia, and she sat on a golden throne, a dark shadow within the golden light. She held a short wand (or possibly the top of a staff) in her right hand that had a fist-sized sapphire near the top. She wore a skeletal, multi-pointed crown with a sapphire on her head.

Falcor stepped through the doors and started casting from a scroll. Dalryssia lifted her hand, pointed the wand at Falcor, and released a bolt of golden light at him. It passed around him harmlessly, though, but his own dweomer was equally ineffectual against her. I ran into the room, not wanting to be trapped outside if the doors closed. Falcor drank a potion and tried to compel Dalryssia to take off the crown... remarkably it did seem to have an effect as we saw her reach for it, but as she touched it she paused and didn't finish the movement. Instead she pointed her wand between us and a brilliant explosion erupted around us. Although Falcor was ok, I felt like I was burning from both inside and out simultaneously, the massive energy overloading my nerves and forcing me to focus just to hold my own body together, if I didn't I felt like I'd explode. I just about managed to grab Kelditch's staff and focus on the throne, forcing the connection with the radiant place to close temporarily. The effect in the room was instant, the light no longer filling the place made it quite dark to our eyes, and it was only the sapphires behind us that illuminated it at all. Dalryssia screamed an agonised wail, and started chanting. Falcor reached into a pouch and pulled out the eyes of the creature we'd killed in the mountains and shouted at me not to look at him. Dalryssia turned to stone in front of me, with just her malevolent eyes left glowing with a golden light.

It was obvious that she had not been completely destroyed, and Falcor shouted at me to take the crown from her. It looked like a bony crown had been fashioned from some poor creature and then dipped in gold; the blue sapphire at the front shot through with black veins. Dalryssia's stone form looked skeletal, like she died a long time ago but kept moving somehow. I lifted the crown from her head and suddenly had an image of me sat upon my father's throne ruling over the realm of death. I had a strong compulsion to put the crown on my own head, the suggestion being that it would give me the power to achieve that aim, but I managed to force myself with some effort to drop it to the floor instead. Falcor noticed that there were cracks forming around Dalryssia's eyes, so he grabbed at her wand and literally broke her stone fingers to force it away from her. He warned me again and once more lifted the deadly eyes up in front of her face, reversing the cracks for the moment. He said the obvious: "we need to finish her".

I drove Aramat into her eye socket, aflame, but that just revealed a light that affected my already unstable energy levels. I asked Falcor if he had a normal weapon, and he had a dagger, and stabbed myself with it just to relieve some of the pressure. I then took the dagger of Sullinassauri and plunged it into the hole that Aramat had created. There was a sudden implosion, and then a cloud of death surrounded us. I managed to fling myself backwards, but I had to keep my hand on the dagger within it. I felt a sudden inrush of energy, but this time it was of my father's realm, or felt like it, and it drained my energy completely. I was still conscious, though, and turned to see that Falcor had suddenly taken dragon form to protect himself from the deathly energy.

The sudden inrush of energy from death caught me off guard, and in that moment I had never been more aware of my divine heritage. I felt like a God with a birthright of power, ready to depose my father and rule in his place. I sensed that I could use the power here in this place, as well as the connections there, to transport myself straight into Kraldar's throne room. The only thing that stopped me leaving in that moment was the desire to take the crown first, knowing it would feed my power. I placed it on my head, knowing that now was the time to defeat my father. I noted that Falcor had resumed his human form, his armour returning in an instant, which was unusual. I drew Aramat, which burst into flame at once, and asked if he would join me in fighting Kraldar. Falcor flinched, whether because Aramat was trying to feed on his power, or because he was afraid of Kraldar I'm not sure. He was weaker than I thought; I would go without him. I started to carve a portal in the air before me with Aramat, instinctively knowing what to do so that I could return to my birthplace.

Falcor, meanwhile, grabbed a pot of Arad's ointment and managed to daub it on parts of my exposed arm, my now zombified flesh starting to heal as he did so. As this energy, opposed as it was to Kraldar's realm, seeped into me I was suddenly able to shake off the compulsion to rush to a confrontation with my father. It was insanity - what was I doing?! I dropped Sulinassauri's dagger and desperately used Kelditch's staff to close the portal I'd started to open. I scraped the dagger into a sack with Ulric's sword and turned to run. I had only briefly contained the natural gate to the place of positive radiance, and it was starting to open! Despite sprinting, we could not hope to outrun the light that was spreading quickly from behind us for long (in fact Falcor picked me up to carry me at some point). Suddenly a huge, radiant dragon swept us up in its talons as the light engulfed us and I felt us suddenly shift place, appearing in an instant outside the cave again. The great beast dropped me as it recoiled, ugly black blotches apparent on its scales where she had touched me. She had saved us both, though.

Falcor apologised, but the dragon understood that it was necessary. She did wonder why he was traveling with something so foul, though. I looked over at the cave mouth, which was now bathed in a golden glow. We would have been utterly destroyed by that power had we not been brought here instead. Apparently the creatures that we had encountered there had "found the light they were looking for"... I just shuddered at what that really meant. Falcor, though, spoke with her at length, talking of relighting the fires within the forge; she said that when the bonds were broken (and there was only one now) then she might be summoned to help. She called herself "Light of All Life".

I removed the sack from my head, the false crown falling as dust from where it had sat, destroyed by the true light. The real one must be in the castle, which is where Falcor would go next. I, though, now had the pallor of death about me. On the plus side I wouldn't have to worry about being too beautiful... but I wasn't keen on my heritage being so obvious for all to see.

The City and The Crown

We could see smoke rising to the south, and it was growing in volume as if the fire was spreading. Where Falcor had applied what he called "the Creator's ointment" to my arm the skin looked better, but the rest of me was still pallid and drawn. Falcor was willing to give me more of the ointment, and I had some of my own, so I found some shelter and half-stripped to apply it to all of my skin, then did the other half once I had re-dressed. My skin looked immediately better wherever I applied the concoction. I finished with my hair, restoring my natural looks, but wary now that I would capture the attention of any man that saw me. I asked Falcor to close his eyes again so that I could retrieve the sack I'd dropped and put it back on my head to avoid any distractions. I carefully placed the other sack, with Sulinassauri's dagger within it, inside my backpack.

All of that took about ten minutes, and we noticed some flashes of flame briefly flaring bright somewhere to the south. The smoke had continued growing, and it was likely that the city was under sustained assault. Falcor spent some time studying the wand he had retrieved, finding that it was of order and not chaos, but that there was both good and evil within it. We set off south towards the smoke, trying to get a better idea of what was going on as we neared the city. As we reached the edge of the foothills, I looked behind us and caught sight of a flame on a hill some way behind. As I squinted to see what it might be, it sank into the ground, so I was none the wiser. We hurried through a narrow gap in the hills, emerging about a mile from the city. There was, unsurprisingly, lots of flame and smoke within the city although the forest before us seemed untouched. There was a group of dark elves on the plateau before us, and we could also see movement within the forest, although we could not see what or who was causing it. In the air we could see flaming creatures hovering nearer to the city, perhaps three or four of them, throwing flames at it from above.

We closed with the elves whilst using the terrain to hide us from view. Falcor peered around the last corner to see a shimmering portal in the air near the elves. Was the portal linked to the appearance of the fire creatures in some way? There was some light coming from within it, as Falcor could see it reflected from the elves. I closed up and Falcor made me invisible so that I could try to get within range to close the portal they had opened. I sprinted forward at first, slowing as I got nearer to make it harder for them to notice me. One elf seemed to be bothered by a noise I'd made, but then lost track of me as he peered around where I'd come from. Another fire creature burst from the portal just before I got close enough to start casting, and at that point Falcor ran forward to provide a distraction.

Shouts of alarm went up, but I was able to force the portal to close and one of the elves collapsed as the connection was broken. The rest scattered, with two coming straight at me, one moving back and readying a bow, and the last took something from their collapsed colleague and threw it to the ground to open a tear in the world. We had seen this before, of course, but before he could drag the mage through Falcor used the wand he had taken from Dalryssia and an explosion of radiant energy engulfed them. After the immediate brilliance that blinded us, we just had time to see their bodies glow with energy before they expanded slightly and then exploded into tiny pricks of light. I ran forward to meet the swordsmen at the charge, taking a blow but then landing two in return. My strength was still enhanced by dweomer from earlier, so my blows cut deep and my foe collapsed with a slight look of surprise on his face.

I started to engage the other one, but a ball of fire flew at us from the flying creature and I threw myself backwards. I avoided the worst of it, but was still burned by the intense heat. My opponent was much worse off, though, falling to the floor in flames and writhing around screaming before dying painfully. The archer had turned to flee from the creature, but couldn't escape and ended up burning too. Falcor conjured a ball of ice, but it didn't seem to affect the creature; I tried using Kelditch's staff to control it, but that also didn't work. Falcor tried another ice ball, and this time the flame within the creature died and its body fell to the ground, smashing into nothing but a black smear where it had landed.

We couldn't really fight the flying fire creatures - we just didn't have the dweomer left between us. Falcor was keen to retrieve the crown if we could, though. We cautiously headed into the forest and towards the city, although we were certainly aware of things moving in the forest ahead, and heard what might be giants calling out - almost certainly part of an invading army from Ilianna. Avoiding the concentration of forces, we had to turn east, getting a sense that there were fewer of them in that direction. Eventually we were moving south around the east side of the city, and there was certainly less noise and activity on that side. We were able to move within sight of the eastern wall as it started to get dark, and were undisturbed. We waited a little while for darkness to fall properly, then used both a scroll and a potion to fly up and over the city wall. We could see clearly, especially from our new vantage in the darkness, that the city was a flaming mess. Even parts of the central palace were burning where chunks of masonry had been blasted out in the bombardment.

The main entrance had clearly been targeted, and was mostly destroyed, but the balconies in the area where Falcor had stayed were largely unaffected, so we headed there. We passed over some defenders, but it was mainly just panic and not well organised - the narrow streets were helping to slow the attackers but that wouldn't last for long. The attacking force was mostly giantkin, although there were a few dark elves here and there directing them. The focus of the combat was near the main gate still, so we should have time to investigate the palace at least. I wish we could have intervened, but there was nothing we could really do that would make a difference at this point.

We entered the palace through one of the guest rooms, and Falcor led the way out and downstairs. I removed the sack from my head, knowing that appearances meant everything to these people, and sure enough it made a difference when we met some guards. They were slightly mesmerised when they saw me, and it took an effort to get them to go to their duties and let us move on. They just seemed pathetic to me - their city was aflame and they were just stopping to gawp! Eventually we ended up with a bunch of dribbling idiots that helped us to find the throne room whilst barely taking two steps without staring at me again. I somehow managed to suppress the urge to slap them. We learned that Queen Dalryssia was dead, although they were happy to adopt me as their new Queen just because I had a pretty face. Gods, they were so pathetic. There was indeed evidence of a battle in the throne room, and more importantly the throne itself was missing. Was this why they had attacked, to distract the defenders while they took this artifact?

The door behind the throne was open, and we suspected the crown was through there so we hurried forward. I was suddenly aware that there was some kind of planar instability ahead, though, and I warned Falcor. He said that there was chaotic dweomer in the air towards the back of the room. We paused, and I used Kelditch's staff to try and close whatever portal might still be open here. I had a brief sense of a massive sphere centred on where the throne had been, but I was unable to force it to close. We could move into the sphere, but could not communicate across the barrier - it also seemed to be shrinking, and as it did so the transition became harder. I decided to stay on the outside and just move as it reduced in size, not wanting to be stuck in another place when it was gone. Falcor, more rashly, forced his way through the sphere and out the other side to pass through the door. A short corridor led to another door, but as Falcor touched that one a star symbol appeared and the door stayed closed.

Falcor activated his energy sword, touching the door with it, and the door swung open immediately. There was a white marble room beyond that was loosely star-shaped, and with a gold eight-pointed star embossed in the floor in the centre. Beyond that, to Falcor's right, was an altar with a sapphire-blue velvet cushion upon it. On top of the cushion sat a gold circlet with a blue sapphire set within it - this was the crown! Falcor ran to pick up the crown, then headed back whilst being careful to avoid the star. At this point I was able to squeeze around the still-reducing sphere, and we met in the corridor. Falcor offered me the crown, and I took it from him. There was an instant, electrifying sense of power flowing into me, but I could feel that it was fundamentally linked to the essence of beauty that I'd spent so long suppressing... rejecting, even. I was aware that it wanted to be worn, but wary of what might happen. Could it help the people being assailed here, though? I asked Falcor whether any of the crowns had changed others, but he was a bit vague, saying that it gave power but only the small one had been changed. That wasn't very reassuring.

We heard a loud crack from where the throne had been, behind us, and at that moment I decided to place it on my head, hoping that it could help in some way. It was just frustrating, though, as there was some kind of barrier stopping me from making a connection to it, so I put it into my backpack instead as Falcor said that we should go. He had taken out the prism that should transport us back to his island, but that too could not make a connection in this place. There was an obvious hole now opening in the floor of the throne room, and it was widening. I tried one of the side doors, having to use dweomer to open it, but found that it provided a way around the hole.

As we started to move past it, a creature climbed out. It was large and ugly, but I recognised it - it looked like the thing I had seen when I nearly died on the plains near Sullinassauri's tower. I was almost mesmerised by it, feeling a sense that I should just wait for it, but I managed to shake it off and act freely. I warned Falcor, who had his back to it, and asked if he could hold it? The hole was clearly a portal to my father's realm, and if I were to have a chance to close it then I would need time to concentrate. I tried Kelditch's staff, but that didn't work, and the creature got to its feet and accelerated towards us until it was moving alarmingly fast. There was a horrible stench from its breath as it got close, but thankfully was suddenly stopped by an invisible barrier that Falcor had conjured. He guided me around it and I summoned my patron's favour in an attempt to close the gate. As I was doing so, another hand appeared over the lip of the hole, which had widened even more. I finished focusing my energy on the portal, but disappointingly I still could not close it!

We were forced to run, with Falcor and I yelling at each other to do so at the same time. The other creature lumbered into a run behind us, and as we reached the doors Falcor looked back to see arrows flying from the balconies above us towards our pursuer, but they passed straight through as if it wasn't there at all. By the time we had got through the doors the giant death creature was breathing down Falcor's neck, almost literally, and the smell forced him to his knees, retching. I swerved to the side, drawing swords, and the creature brushed past Falcor, knocking him to the ground, and then barrelled straight into me. I ended up on all fours, winded, but managed to stand and cut into it with Aramat. My other sword swing passed through it, though, without any sense of making contact. I had been expected to connect, so momentarily was off balance, and the thing grabbed me in a massive, crushing hug. I got a sense that it was it was preparing to leave, more than likely to return me to my father! In a panic, I used a mental discipline to get straight out of there, appearing in the hills overlooking the city several miles away, but having left Falcor behind.

I could see two elves watching the city burn, silhouetted against the distant flames. I approached until I was challenged, then ran forward to engage them. One drew two swords, and the other turned to look at me, neither seeming too bothered by my approach. The second one was not of this place, his essence definitely of elsewhere. He casually drew a large sword and pointed it at me, and I felt a tugging from my backpack as he did so. I slowed again, halting to appraise them, and noting that they seemed to both carry themselves as if highly competent warriors. Then the one with the single sword spoke, catching me by surprise as he called me "sister" and invited me to join him. I said that he was no brother of mine, but he insisted that as he was the Prince of Chaos and Death, and I was Princess of Death, we should be brother and sister. Again he invited me to join him, but I simply replied "no". He seemed slightly disappointed, but not surprised, and said that I would be welcome if I decided to return home.

I said that if I decided to return home then it would be with my own designs, and that seemed to impress him a little, saying that perhaps I wasn't as stupid as first appeared for seeing that possibility. I asked what he sought, and he laughed, saying that he sought only what was rightfully theirs: dominion over all! I said that we would have to fight at some point, if not now, and he gave an open shrug as if to say "shall we then"? I looked at his companion and said "perhaps not now", at which he slashed the air with his sword, cutting a rent in it from nowhere, then stepped through with his companion, disappearing from sight and leaving nothing behind. I sagged with relief, knowing that it would have been a deadly encounter and not nearly as confident than I had tried to appear.

I took out the crown again, wondering why I could not make a connection. I remembered how the ointment that Falcor had given me had transformed my flesh, and wondered whether this might help to make a connection with positivity. I smeared some onto the crown itself, and again onto my head, until I had none left. Then I placed the crown on my head and tried again to make a connection. I felt a strong transfer of energy, but this time it seemed more natural and controlled, and I immediately had a sense of how the crown might enhance my nature and help to protect me. I also sensed a strong connection with Aramat, although I did not know why. I also noticed that it had an aversion to something in my backpack.

I ended up laying out the various weapons from evil sources separately and walking around to get a sense of which one the crown reacted to. Unsurprisingly it was the dagger that I had used against the Sarn, which seemed to be the source of trouble for many things. I was fortunate that Falcor was able to find me as I was sat there, items set out around me, contemplating what I had found and what it might mean. Apparently, though, my encounter with the self-proclaimed "Prince of Chaos and Death" had been the key - he had sensed the sword when he used it, and came as quickly as he could... Falcor claimed that it was HIS sword that the elf wielded! He had not been troubled by the evil giants once I had left, so their focus had been solely on returning me to my father.

Falcor was able to use the prism from where we were now, though, and returned us to his temple on the island. I insisted that we needed to do something with the dagger quickly, which Falcor agreed with, but the priest in the temple there wanted nothing to do with it! Instead Falcor communed with his Goddess, Milada, to discuss what might be done. She told him that the dagger itself was not to be feared, and that it depended on how it was used. The Elvradhil knew more of how such items worked, if he was interested in knowing more about one specific item. They went on to discuss how Falcor would need to confront the Sarn that had ascended next, who had an affinity with fire (this affinity would explain a lot about recent events).

When Falcor had returned from his reverie and explained what he had learned, we traveled to the nearby Evradhil halls and Falcor asked for an audience with Farseer, their High Priest. When he arrived he was accompanied by one of the Maltroc (mythical holy warriors), named Torbar Cordhil. Falcor was open with them both and gave them an update on what we had achieved, and caused to happen, since last he spoke with their people. He then asked about the dagger and how it might be dealt with safely. Farseer asked if he could see it, and I tipped it out of the sack we had been carrying it in. Torbar caught it deftly in the air, with impressive speed, and handed it to Farseer to study. He commented on the remarkable purity of the stone, musing that perhaps it was from when the Gods had fought. He went on to explain that it was a powerful stone, but wrapped in an evil blade that corrupted its purpose. He offered to re-home it within a sword that was more fitting for Falcor to wield, as such gifts from Karmana should not be wasted.

He also wondered how I had been able to use the blade without being driven mad or worse, seeming very interested in how I might have resisted its power. I quickly admitted that I had not been able to, and that when I had used it I did lose my mind, being ready to challenge the Gods themselves until Falcor had intervened to bring me to my senses. That seemed to satisfy him, thankfully. I took the chance to ask about Aramat, and how we had been told that there were more blades like it, but he said that we would need to speak to his kin in the north to learn of such things. We left much happier, though, knowing that the dagger would be unmade and the stone put to good use.

We spent several weeks training and studying, as well as recovering from out latest escapade. We would need all our strength to challenge a Sarn that had ascended to become some kind of minor deity, especially one of fire.