Nemesis in Pursuit! A Giant Leap for Dwarfkind -Legend

Nemesis in Pursuit! A Giant Leap for Dwarfkind

Overview

A restless wind carried whispers of fate through the night as the party pressed on toward Triboar, unaware that the road ahead would test their courage and unravel the secrets of the heavens. What began as a journey through the mundane soon became a battle against the undead, a reunion with an old ally, and a daring leap into the great unknown. This night would forge legends in blood and fire, with Fjord's bravery and Selune’s light guiding the way.

The Road to Triboar

The path was long and the night dark when Zeromus, lost in the pages of his father’s journal, stumbled upon cryptic passages detailing the comet Aeolides and the burden of his bloodline. As he traced the inked words with a trembling finger, a vision gripped him—a skeletal lich with hollow eyes, his father’s spectral form bound in chains, the air thick with the scent of decay. The weight of destiny settled on his shoulders, but there was no time to linger in fear. Fate would not wait.

A Nightmare Unleashed

The stillness of camp shattered when a fallen gnome’s corpse twitched and convulsed, its hollow eyes alight with dark hunger. In moments, it rose as a Dire Ghoul, snarling and lunging with unnatural speed. Before the party could react, a Skeleton Nemesis stepped from the shadows, its jagged blade glinting under the moonlight. More undead clawed their way into the fray, their shrieks filling the night. The battle raged—Zeromus wove spells of fire and force, Olaf called upon Selune’s holy light, and Jember fought with precision, yet the tide of undead threatened to overwhelm them.

Then came the gallop of hooves, a defiant war cry in the form of a braying pony. Butty, Jember’s faithful steed, surged into the battlefield with the fury of a knight’s charger, delivering a strike so mighty it shattered bone and turned the tide. With renewed resolve, the party fought back, and as Olaf’s divine magic flared, the undead recoiled, vanishing into the night like mist before the sun.

A City of Invention and Destiny

Triboar’s gates loomed ahead, promising safety, yet fate had more in store. A familiar figure emerged from the bustling streets—Telion Tarnishshield, once a companion, now a devoted servant of Selune. He spoke of visions, of duty, and of an audacious endeavor: an arcane-powered ballista, not for war, but for transport. With precision engineering and divine guidance, this contraption could launch a traveler beyond the stars.

Fjord, ever the cheerful soul, leaned in close, his eyes gleaming with excitement. As Telion unrolled the schematics, the dwarf's fingers traced the delicate lines, and to everyone’s astonishment, he understood. The runes, the mechanisms, the trajectory—it all made sense in a way that defied logic. With Fjord’s insight, the final adjustments were made, and the leap into the unknown stood on the precipice of reality.

A Leap of Faith

Clad in reinforced armor, breathing steady, Fjord stepped into the launch frame. A great countdown began, but fate is rarely so patient. Fire rained from the sky as demonic portals tore open, spewing monstrous foes into the streets. The party fought desperately to protect the launch site, blades flashing, magic crackling, the air thick with the scent of brimstone.

With the final number called, Fjord shot skyward, a streak of silver against the black void. The rush of wind turned to silence as he soared past the clouds, past the grasp of the world itself. The comet loomed closer, its surface a desolate wasteland of ice and shadow. His landing was anything but graceful—he crashed, armor cracking, pain searing through his limbs. His suit sputtered, frost creeping over his vision. But Fjord was not one to give in.

Through sheer will, he crawled toward the ancient sigil, every movement a struggle. His breath slowed, his strength waning. Then, in the void of despair, Selune’s light embraced him. The warmth of divine magic coursed through his veins, and with a final whisper of prayer, he misty stepped across the final distance. As his hand met the sigil, the magic surged, the portal igniting. He was engulfed in light, the darkness retreating, and then—nothing.

What Lies Ahead

The battle for survival was won, but the war for destiny raged on. Fjord had touched the stars and lived to tell the tale, but the revelation of the lich’s phylactery and its connection to Zeromus’ ancestry left the party standing at a crossroads. Would they journey to the comet’s heart to unravel the curse once and for all, or prepare for the inevitable clash that loomed ever closer?

The sky had become their battlefield, and the choices they made would determine whether they soared to triumph or plummeted into ruin.