The Scions of Elemental Evil

by Tycho Ralesh

[All in the party save Moira fell in the final battle. Tycho had spent most of the battle defensively engaging Vox and one of her minions, whilst the company fell upon the other thralls; eliminating them in turn. As the battle raged, the heroes fell one by one; only Moira managed to survive long enough to vanquish Vox, and bring Kastran around to consciousness. He was, in tern, able to heal the others. While again on deaths door, Sylvexen voices her displeasure that Tycho has fallen even after receiving her boons.]

“You’re a curious visitor to this place,” Sylvexen’s voice hung against its own echo receding into a thin, cold oblivion. “So many talents to find yourself here again, so close to the abyss, your breath shimmers on its veil.”

Tycho had just a moment ago imagined himself facedown—frozen mid plummet—just a hairs breath from a shimmering, ominous surface. But now...well it didn’t seem sudden, so much as jarring; now he was standing with his feet on some unseen black ground, but still staring into that same oblivion.

She shifted from an amorphous, psychically overwhelming Dreamform into an imposing, twelve-foot tall avatar somewhere betwixt elf and treant. Until now, she had only appeared in her Dreamform or as a looming shadow.

“I’ve bestowed many gifts on you already. Though I have more yet to give, you need to use them more wisely. Drag me not again to this place, or I shall leave you to sink through that veil. Where you would go, not even I can say.”

Tycho was waiting patiently and respectfully, but the awe had worn off, “What is the...”

“Leviathan? Hummm. No, not yet; all things in time. You and your band must fight your way to that truth, lest you find yourselves unprepared when the time comes."

Her eyes shot to the right, and her head twised slightly, as if she had heard a sound in the distance. She returned her focus to him, and the agonizing weight of her gaze bore down upon him. Sensing his disease, she touched him on the cheek, and the stars danced and leaped beneath his skin. She whispered, as the void started closing in on him, "Off you go now, they are calling you back...can’t you hear?”

As everything around him began to fade, Tycho could hear Kastran’s voice chanting through a cottony haze, and then he opened his eyes.

His body was cracked and dry, worse than any time he had fallen asleep on the deck all day in the sun. Kastran's healing words eased the static of pain shooting across his body, but the Halfling had others to attend to. Tycho would need to seek a healer in the city, and he got the district impression he ought do that before he sought a mirror.

"Why is it always fire?"

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Background
1st of Readying

The Fouled Stream
20th of Readying

Words with Lord Summerford
21st of Readying

I Believe You Mean Warlock
23rd of Readying

Miner Difficulties
27th of Readying

A Victory Celebration
28th of Readying

In response to Ilias
1st of Coldeven

The Winged God.
14th of Coldeven

A Patron's Favor
15th of Coldeven

A Traitor to the Folk
16th of Coldeven

The Scions of Elemental Evil
11th of Planting

A Gift to Palor
24th of Planting

First Conversations with Morley
25th of Planting

Roots of the Humble Ogre
26th of Planting

At the Temple's Steps
24th of Flocktime

Trapped in the Labyrinth
25th of Flocktime

Warmth of the Light
27th of Flocktime

The Horizons of Mind
1st of Wealsun

A Whoelsome Diversion
3rd of Wealsun

Pursuing Derider
4th of Wealsun

Rising Filth
4th of Wealsun

A Winged Shadow Flees
5th of Wealsun

The Slumbering Ogre
7th of Wealsun

Paradise Defiled
22nd of Wealsun

One Man's Salt
23rd of Wealsun

A Song of Whispers
28th of Wealsun

Lost No Longer
3rd of Richfest

Revelry and Memory
4th of Richfest

Many are the Guards who Wait
28th of Reaping

Lament
2nd of Goodmonth

The Maelstrom Blade
16th of Goodmonth

The Scions of Elemental Evil

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