43.0 - Resolution

Holg is angery at Paritet people due to failed sanity save with Ånd.
Kallista +1 sanity check for rifts
Atani took dream research flyer
Wind magic is out of wack because there's no energy magic to counter balance it, unless And releases some of it.

Plot points/Scenes

Recap

In the dim light of the moon, the party stood at the lip of the caldera facing the Servitor. He does his best to plead with the group to stop waking more dragons, to instead kill them, that the price of martyrs was less than the lives that would be lost if the dragons were all free again. The plea turned to a hot debate, and diplomacy was never really the Servitor's thing. He pulls his blade and sets his resolve to kill the party to stop them. Yet Kilith, feeling the beat of Ild's heart quicken nearer to the caldera, pushes past the Servitor, jumps into the dark caldera, and disappears.

The Plan

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"It seems the warnings did not dissuade you from opening this gate." He throws his hands up. "I do not desire to fight. I come here to plea, to reason with you."
"Our first encounter... I admit, it did not go well. I... apologize."
Kilith feels the pull and tugging of Ild, drawing him to the caldera. And Holg feels the rage of And roiling up inside him.
"But please, listen to me; believe me. Do not do this. I'm not asking you to stop because of selfish reasons, but that you do not know what you are unleashing back into the world. The destruction, the death, the carelessness, the chaos."
"You have not seen what they had wrought in the past. When they would simply fly overhead and villages would freeze. When they would fight amongst themselves, altering the very shape of the land. We killed them, to release their power and free the people of the world from its abuse. We didn't know... the cost."
"How did Omdanne convince you?"
"There are other paths forward. You (Sil'Ferrous) were part of that research. Magical efficiency. And you (Kilith) know the price ones pay; do you believe returning the dragons would give any senseful death?"
"You truly desire to take this path? Then I have failed to instill you with conviction; I have failed to drive home the point made long ago. The dragons are no good and will drive the world to extinction."
"I regret a fight, but I will NOT allow you to do this."
Combat, probably, with the Servitor. Do not let up.

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Kilith needs to yeet himself into the caldera for the heart to activate.
There is a sudden flash of crimson light from the caldera and Kilith vanishes.
Kilith finds himself in a dome made of craggy rock. Red light creeps through the cracks in the stone dimly illuminating a spear stabbed into the ground at the center. He can't shake the feeling of being watched.
The spear, both haft and tip, is a dark metal with swirls of red originating from the tip. It's Vira's spear, but you know, composed of a different material. It's very hot to the touch. Once Kilith grabs it and pulls it out of the earthen tablet it's impaled, it shatters into ash. The broken fragments begins mending in a swirl of brownish-red and blue-violet. Once the seal is fixed, there's a definitive pop of magical pressure and the top of the dome cracks open. The dim light from teh cracks flares to flames and rush to the opening, swirling to take the shape of a phoenix. It gives what could be interpreted as a thankful gesture.
The phoenix flies up and away, leaving Kilith in utter darkness. And then, the heat rises to an unbearable temperature. There's a gravely grumbling as embers from Ild's mouth illuminates the area, face to face with Kilth.
The odor of sulfur and pumice surrounds a red dragon, whose swept-back horns and spinal frill define its silhouette. Its beaked snout vents smoke at all times, and its eyes dance with flame when it is angry. Its wings are the longest of any chromatic dragon, and have a blue-black tint along the trailing edge that resembles metal burned blue by fire. His scales are a dull, deep red and as thick and strong as any metal. His pupils resemble molten lava orbs.
"You have relieved me of my torment and restored my heart. You have my thanks, Faithful."
who are you? "Hrmph! You know not? I am Ild, the very Flames of the World, the Forger and Shaper, and I would have the World change and evolve, creating better and more wonderous things."
where are you from? "Hrmmm. From? I am. And have been for all 250 years the world has existed!"
what's the goal? "I intend to not die a second time. Would you assist me? Become my champion and burn Vira's ilk to less than ash? And once vengeance is settled, there is perpetual work to do in reshaping the lackluster."
Ild takes a claw and stabs Kilith in the heart, then exhales gouts of flames that envelope and sear him. It's absolutely agonizing. Ild removes his claw and the flames pour into the wound, warping him, forging him into something new. A red dragonborn, with some scales a charred color patterned in the mark of Ild, wrapping from chest to back. It's not a perfectly shaped mark, but it is definitely recognizable. The pain is immense and right as you get a second to breathe, you pass out.

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There is a deep rumbling, shaking the earth beneath your feet. Red light grows quickly from the caldera. The stone around the obsidian skull and its gate cracks apart as the skull begins to rise. Around the caldera are similar cracks and rumbling as more obsidian bones begin rising. Heat coalesces, wind suddenly pulling it all into the area centered above the caldera. Ild's body begins to regenerate above them, lava that had been rising being sucked up into the air like a waterfall in reverse.
As the vertical pull of lava slows, Kilith wakes, rising up one of the many slabs of earth rising with the lava that begins to spill out over the lip of the caldera.
Kilith can feel the presence of chaotic forces, as well as their absences. He knows the location of Ild, and the general direction of any other living dragon. He is immune to fire damage, but vulnerable to cold.
Escape time!

Relations

Allies

Valki: https://5e.tools/bestiary.html#assassin_mm plus fire resistance and can cast thaumaturgy cantrip, hellish rebuke at 2nd-level 1 per long rest, darkness 1 per long rest. Charisma is spellcasting ability.

Backdrops

Encounters

Zaru Kulden

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Protagonists

Key Items

• Ånd Heart
• Ild Heart
• Natur Heart
• Otherworldly Ticker
• Demon-Lashed Coin

Valki, Kallista's sister. Conscripted into the Enforcers not too long ago while Kallista was gone. About 5-ish years younger than Kallista (kallista's probably around 45ish?) and she's a little spontaneous and fiesty. offspring of Graz'zt

If Sil'Ferrous uses his last eye ability, he'll witness the volcano actively spewing lava, bodies scattered about, and a figure leaning on the rocks near where he's standing; Vira, clearly injured with slashes and burns. She's mostly out of it, though trying to move toward a figure lying near the caldera; Zaru gravely injured and trying to rise. And standing near Zaru is a triton, hands raise and one grapsing a staff and holding a spell of a protective dome over a small area; Dolgos. In the distance is a huge shape approaching from the sky. Dolgos swears at Zaru "Come on, Zaru, get your ass up! Get up, get up, get up!" Zaru tries to lift himself but his bloody hand slips against the grit. Dolgos swears again as a roar tears through the sky. He drops his shield, closes his eyes in desperation, and releases an 8th level Magic Missile, 10 bolts of energy tinged red by the surrounding lava fly straight at dragon nearly there. Then he scrambles and drags Zaru across the ground getting closer to Vira, and then he slams his staff on the ground with an utterance and tehy vanish a split second before Ild's dying form crashes across the top of the volcano. And since this is the last charge, he will occaisionally see "ghosts" after this, especially with the Servitor now. He'll catch glimpses of Zaru without his armor and in more desert-stylewraps.
Despite your protections, the heat singes your throat as you breathe, and though there is an absences of ash it feels as though ash coats your mouth. The smell of molten metals hangs heavy in the air and the night is dark.
And standing about 40 ft away at the lip of the caldera is a figure at least one of them recognize. In fact, they all do as soon as they see the greenish glint of full plate with the bit of light you've brought. Servitor Zaru Kulden stands facing you, imposing despite the distance.
On closer inspection, there's a fresh slash on his jaw, and scratches on his armor. It looks like he's tried to clean up the armor, but smears of blood and grime still linger. His sword is still sheathed on his back and if he draws it, it will also show notches and wear and tear.