Godard is not my king

I was still curious about what goes on in this moist abandoned dungeon. After our last fight most of the party seems to be barely standing. After Oxton and Cid patched themselves and Varis up we still continued down a long hall illuminated softly by those blue-ish shrooms. The next room we entered was decorated with a broken Chandelier as a centerpiece and some rubble broken out of the walls. We had heard someone slam one of the doors before we entered and there were footsteps leading to a door in the east. Varis couldn't hold back his curiosity and broke the door half open, exposing a spectacular view. A Half Dragon was standing in the remains of half a dozen undead bodies, glaring at us with a combative expression. I feel like he came here to fight.
 
After a few attempts to avoid combat with this majestic creature by talking him out of his desire to fight Varis ended up making him even more eager to take us on.I readied myself for the fight, so that the others could try and escape while the Half Dragon broke though the door and roared angrily at Varis. As soon as everyone was out of the room however I convinced the Half Dragon to play me in a game of Dragon Chess. He gave in and we played, I first made a few unfortunate moves, but I got the upper hand after that. Oxton's Almiraj Teddy came by and was smashed like a fly in an instant by my playmate who didn't even care to look. I felt the Half Dragon - called by the name Zylbodin, The Kind - tense and push down the anger that was bubbling up inside of him. I tried to keep my calm and distracted him with idle chatter about myself and my brewery skills. He seemed interested, yet unimpressed by my effort to distract him. Serendipity then put an idea into my head about a plot the party came up with.
 
I told Zylbodin about a challenge, that was just up to his skills and might reward him with unfound treasures. The undead Ogre was still near the room we left earlier and I was not surprised that this seemed to spark Zylbodin's interest. When he felt that he was loosing to me he jumped up angrily and decided to go and slay the undead Ogre. We went with him and watched an intense fight between Zylbodin and the Ogre, which Zylbodin lost at the end and was eaten by the Ogre. This put a smile of satisfaction on Oxton's face who was eager to see blood for the killing of his familiar.
 
Next we found an empty room with some symbols I couldn't identify and some pieces of scorched parchment paper. Some of us tried to decipher the symbols and take notes and suddenly a firebolt blastet though the door in the west. Oxton dissapeared while trying to go through a door in the west, there was happening so much at once. After Oxton's dissapearance we went through the door in the east trying to find Oxton. We went down a very long corridor and encountered a corpse. The corse wore a paladin's breastplate and an amulet that was clearly a sign of the worshipping of Gromman.
 
The corridor went on and after a while took a turn to the west where we found a door after a while. Serendipity tried to get a glimpse around the corner with her hand mirror and a few tentacles snatched it out of her hands. The creature seemes dazzled by its own reflection and wouldn't stop looking at themselves. We went into the room as it seemed otherwise empty if you didn't count the empty cages scrambled around. When Varis and I stepped in a huge slug dropped down on us and we barely managed to jump out of its way. While the others slashed down on the creature I went to the door in the west and tried opened it only to close it again. What was wating behind that door were green slimey dungeon roombas and I was in no mood to fight.
 
In the meanwhile the party had slayed the sluglike creature victoriously and had shiftet their attention to another task: Getting Serendipitys mirror back. I skipped past them and opened the door to the south in the hope to find Oxton and see if he was allright. And there he was, butt naked. He swiftly took something from his bag and exchanged it with his robe, which was hovering mysteriously in front of him. He skipped hastily into his robes and told me, that there was an orb under the fabric that tried to hypnotize him. I told him we should probably take it with us in order to examine it later or ask Rimvaul if she had ever seen somethin like it. When Oxton tried to touch it it dissolved itself into black stone sand. I scooped some of it up just in case - maybe something can be crafted with it.
 
The only door to discover for us was the one in the east. While we tried to work the lock Varis ran our though the door in the north and was pierced by multiple arrows. We managed to get the door open and found ourselves in a rectangular room filled with strange silvery coins I've never seen before. I pocketet a few out of curiosity and then something else grabbed my attention. There was an Icosahedron lounging on a post. Ir was milky-white and interveined with black streaks. It was hauntingly beautiful.
 
After I remembered what had happened, when Mitch touched the Icosahedron the last time I decided to try a different approach. I stood calmly, closed my eyes and began to meditate. I felt the Ki flowing around me and into my body and I felt for the energy that came from the artifact in front of me. I saw it before me and tried to pull its energy into my body, tried to empty myself to become a host for this strange power. I felt the Ki tug like the stings of a puppet and I knew in that instant that I needed to break them if I wanted to be able to give in to the power of the Icosahedron.
 
I didn't think. I didn't. Think. I just cut the strands of energy that had fueled me over 20 years and had given me strength and wisdom when I needed it. I felt a loneliness I've never felt in my whole life. I've been alone before in my life but I never experienced this feeling of utter abandonment eating me up from inside. I was determined to battle it and stay true to myself and the mission I put myself up to. In this instant I felt a strong push towards the Icosahedron that I couldn't combat. I watched myself move towards the artifact and as my hands touched it my veins ran red with the power the Icosahedron transfused into my body. I was burning inside yet I was not hurting. I felt the strands of time and history move around me and became aware that I had enough power to cut one down. I let my mind feel for the day Godard was crowned king and pushed myself to snap this strand out of the history of Inquest. When I opened my eyes I felt the wetness of my cheeks. I had'nt realised I've been crying. As I looked down my hands shivered helplessly as red veins turned to black.