Session 56: Ruthenia No More Report

General Summary

Within in the confines of A'lars magical mansion the Werewolves would all revert to their natural state. While Mikhael looked like an oiled model with no shirt, standing a tall 6'6" he was clearly used to towering over most, however the many Draknia present made him about of average height. His two compatriots were a bit more put together, clearly having invested in magic that shifted their attire with them where their lord had not. "Dis is Nikolai and Yelena," Mikahil would motion to the two. Nikolai would give a nod, a bit shorter then Mikhail, his hair cut short and 3 long scars down his cheek, a claw wound from before he had been turned. Yelena would give each of the scales a cool once over, her long blonde hair spilling over her shoulder in a bit of a mess given the pursuit and fight that had come before. A'lar would guide them all to tables where magical servants would provide food, Adalon going to look for a kitchen to prepare something more substantial but finding none was resigned to eat the conjured food. "Drinks?" A'lar would ask, "Vodka!" came a joyful reply followed with a slap upon the table from Mikhail. As the drinks were being poured and Mikhail passed them to each, "To our new friends!" shooting the drink back quickly and refilling.   A'lar would grin a bit, a few joining Mikhail, others doing the same the large man would pour more, "Tell me, why were they chasing you exactly?" A'lar asked. Mikhail would nod quickly, "Yes well you see, we were sent to watch...but an opportunity presented itself...let us say it did not work out quite as we had hoped and we had to leave." Yelena would give a snort and shake her head to that. Mikhail would down his second shot and motion others to join him. A'lar would drink and continue, "And what exactly are you watching and waiting for?" Mikhail would sigh a bit glancing to his compatriots, "You see we are supposed to wait for the wayward vampire to be paid by the Dragon Lich, a book you see, the ugh..." would look to Nikolai for the name. "Grimorium Draconis Aberrantus," the man would offer, Mikhail nodding, "Yes that...then we were to take it and return home." Adalon would ask next, "And what does your lord wish to do with such a book?" Mikhail would shrug, "It has rituals to control the undead, I suspect he would like to ensure it is not turned on him." A'lar would offer instead, "And your lord would not like to wash over the world with a massive army of the undead at his back now controlled by the book?" Mikhail would laugh heartedly, "He already could if he wished, he commands most the vampires in the region and there are plenty of hoards to send against the world...No Count Von Donesti is content to rule his lands." "Why not destroy it then?" Ismaril would ask. Mikhail would shrug, "Better to have swords in scabbards then melted swords I would suspect."  

"What exactly were you doing heading into the wilderness?" Yelena would ask watching A'lar intently. "We were on our way to treat with the Vampire, we are confident the Dracolich can not uphold her end of the deal now, and wish to have them depart." Mikhail would laugh at this shaking his head, "Then they will simply turn to hunt the book, it is their entire mission and they will not deter from it, if you wish them to leave and the book is in play, help us get it and they will chase us all the way home." A'lar would look to Ismaril making a slight hand gesture inviting her telepathic connection. Her voice would spring into his mind, "Yes what?" A'lars voice would ring back without speaking, "Should we give it to them?" Ismaril would frown a moment, "Ill ask the others, but we should know a bit more." With a brief deliberation that Mikhael began to pick up on, A'lar would produce the Grimoire from his bag of holding. A sinisters presence would descend over them as he did and opened the book. Mikhael would stand to move over behind him to peer over his shoulder. The scales would find that the book, which had the power to absorb souls had trapped a third dragons soul, in the hoard of Saellryth. Ismaril would find her telepathic powers could speak to the soul in the book, who had forgotten who they were in the timeless existence inside the book. A deal was offered to Mikhaels Ironfangs that if the Count Von Donesti would transfer the soul from the book the Scales would give it to him. Mikhael would not agree to this as it stood so on the morning they all ventured back to Amaranthine where Mikhael could be teleported to the Ruthenia and likely back. For 2 days A'lar would lavish Nikolai and Yelena with his hospitality and good charms, the two wolves warming quite nicely to him. On the 3rd day Mikhale would returen with an agreement, so long as the Scales sent with him an object strong enough to hold the soul.  

With the deal struck they all returned to the forests around Clan Winds Fury where Mikhael would conduct a ritual to take control of the Vampire leading the forces here for a short period of time, to prove the book was in play and who had it. As the ritual was conducted a dark energy pulsed thru Mikhael that seemed to make him unsteady. His demeanor had drastically altered, clearly the book having a strange impact upon him. While his companions look concerned, he assured everyone there was nothing to fear, and the Ironfags departed with a magical amulet teleporting them back to the Ruthenia. The Vampire while under Mikhales control would dispell much of her undead army, breaking the force arrayed against Winds Fury. With the book clearly gone, the Ruthenia renegades saw no need to continue their war and began to depart back for their home. Removing this threat from the board the Scales felt a sense of victory, staying within Windsfury lands to ensure the departure over the next few days. This feeling would be short lived as word came that Amaranthine had been attacked by the Dracolich.  

Appearing high in the sky over the Ary complex at the top of Mount Amarantine, the massive Skeletal frame of the Dracolich swooped low. Arriving with little warning the Defeners of the Ary struggled to ready their ballistae. The Ancient Dracolich would swoop over the Ary their malevolant power shown in its raw form as necrotic energy of the shadow realm ripped across the courtyards and buildings. Soldiers and citizens scattered in her wake as her breath weapon stole their life essence from them. On her next pass the sky would darken as unnatural clouds began to open up raining Acid down upon the training yards and assembled warriors of the Pax Draconis. Her surprise attack would last for several minutes as powerful magics rained down acid doom, and her breath weapon ripped across the mountain top like death itself. As suddenly as she had appeared she was gone. The Scales headquarters and training yards were the center of her assault. Hundreds were wounded or dead in the sudden attack, and a message was clearly sent that she knew her lair had been raided and her allies dismissed.


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