Pyramid of Shadows AP

This in from Danurai, who plays Raelthos Moonchild III in our weekly game:

The final demise of the Arboreans was short and bloody. We found an illusory room resembling the sprawling countryside of what I can only assume to be their homeland. It was late spring, and the the early morning sunshine was warm on my face as Callista and I strolled throught the grass, soaking our boots through with fresh morning Dew. We were drawn to a low stone in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by grey stone pillars and a handful of trees, upon the stone were a sequence of glowing red symbols and we took it to be a gravestone of some sort.
Suddenly we heard a warning cry from Flynn on the right and Illvelios on the left as an ettercap launched itself at me from a nearby tree, I stepped through the fey to evade it but felt a spasm of pain as it struck me with a solid blow across the back. From a few feet back the final desparate attack upon us unfolded. Flynn had ambushed an ettercap trying to sneak up on us from our right flank, it’s many legs flailing as it desparately attempted to fend off the rogues swift, precise sword strikes. The scene disappeared in a gout of flame from Callista and I heard the the thing scream briefly in pain then crackling as it’s chitinous hide burned.


The creature that had attacked me was extracting itself from vines that had grasped at it as I Fey Stepped away when Sebastian collided with it, a sickening crunch of steel on bone. The insectoid mandibles tried to bite at Sebastian’s unprotected head but clacked and scraped ineffectually of his oversized pauldron.

After the initial attack Illvellios took control, the ettercaps fell and we rallied by the stone in the centre of the clearing. The second wave of attacks came from nowhere, arboreans that suddenly appeared from a shimmer of air, one appeared just as he plunged his sword into Illvellios’ back. The second right in our midst persuading the small roots and grass to grasp at our feet and legs. In spite of the surprise they were no match for the five of us working together.
Like the rest of the Pyramid, time did not appear to pass here and the sun hung low in the sky as we patched up or wounds and wandered in the meadows. After a while we decided that the leader of the Arboreans had been right and there was no aspect of Karavakos here, she had not lied to us. Were we wrong to have sytematically destroyed them all?

We gathered our gear and headed back to the doorway that stood unnaturally at the top of the hill, inside the faint glow of the pyramid, all around a sun-kissed meadow.

As we made our way back through the pyramid the memory of the neatural beauty and peace of that glade faded with the light. Once again the corridors were illuminated by the dim glow of the pyramid and we knew we were near the Ettin room from the stench of carrion.

Pushing aside another set of dry, slightly warped doors we entered a  short, wide corridor with crude stone statues of robed monks stood at either end. As we spread out Flynn called a halt, crouching down he drew his dagger and drew it along a crack in the floor, motioning we all saw what we had missed before. Wear marks at the foot of each wall indicated some kind of trap. As Illvellios and I glanced at each other and shared a thought, just a fey step to the other side of the room. Alls we pondered our way across the room there was a scraping sound as Sebastian manhandled one of the statues across the room and toppled it over with an almighty crash. We held our breath as the echoes of the shattered statue disappated, nothing happened. Suddenly Callista unslung her pack and whipped out a leatherbound tome, flicking through it she muttered to herself then started arranging ritual components around her. We watched on with interest and after a short while a shimmering disk appeared, almost invisible like a giant crucible and hung in the air before us. One by one we rode the floating bowl across the room. 

After another brief corridor we entered another of the Pyramid’s strange rooms. An L shaped corridor lined with gilt framed mirrors, on closer inspection the frames were painted wood. As my reflection coalesced it blended into a vision of a flaming skull, suddenly a gout of flame burst out of the mirror. I ducked aside as a huge fireball burst into the room only my natural resistance protecting me. My compadres were not as fortunate as the spume of fire rolled up the corridor. Immediately we took up defensive positions around the doors opposite the entrance to the corridor. 

Our assailants were more of the unnatural denizens, demon spawn with red skin, snub horns atop their heads and leathery bat wings. One burst through the doors and we launched whatever missiles we had to hand to soften it up. I ducked past it out of the dead as it flew straight into Callista who still rode her Tensers disk, fire licking around her feet. Sebastien barged past it to flank and planted his warhammer between the hell-beasts pinnions. Flynn was barraged by jets of flame from the mirrors and Illvellios was trapped momentarily outside the corridor. Another demon appeared round the corner followed by a pair of dark creepers, I summoned to mind a vision of all the stars in the endless sky and the infinity of all the sand on an endless beach and unleashed the though at them with a shout. The murderous trio reeled momentarily but the reapers had sense to move in to surround me and I slashed at them with a flail of black lightning extending from my arcane rod. A third hellspawn burst out of the room and Flynn recovered enough to entangle it’s legs with a deft feint followed by a vicious strike to it’s cloven hoofs. Illvellious burst into the corridor finally backed up by Callista flinging spectral strikes and whirlwinds of fire. I was about to call upon the black tendrils of Hadar when Sebastian roared up the corridor shouting for one and all to ‘Come and get it!’ swinging his hammer in viscious arcs. I stepped aside and dropped one of the demons and a creeper with two well placed blasts of eldritch power. Callista summoned a flaming sphere that burned at the prone demon, it chuckled gutturally as a being of hell the flames caressed his wings with no effect. It’s chuckles turned to a howl as Callista manipulated the fire to sear pass his resistances.

As we felled our final foes Illvellios and I flanked round the corridor and into the central room, smashing mirrors as we went. Callista was talking frantically with Vyrelis as we pulled the doors shut, shielding us from the mirrors. We rapidly advanced on the final doorway and barged our way into the room beyond to discover a small chamber containing a giant blue crystal on an ornate stand with a flaming skull floating above it. Without any ado we cornered the disembodied head and with a final psychic blast Callista shattered it into a pile of bone shards that clattered to the stone floor. As silence descended we all heard the faint wail of Vyrelis.

“No! It’s not here!”The final demise of the Arboreans was short and bloody. We found an illusory room resembling the sprawling countryside of what I can only assume to be their homeland. It was late spring, and the the early morning sunshine was warm on my face as Callista and I strolled throught the grass, soaking our boots through with fresh morning Dew. We were drawn to a low stone in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by grey stone pillars and a handful of trees, upon the stone were a sequence of glowing red symbols and we took it to be a gravestone of some sort.
Suddenly we heard a warning cry from Flynn on the right and Illvelios on the left as an ettercap launched itself at me from a nearby tree, I stepped through the fey to evade it but felt a spasm of pain as it struck me with a solid blow across the back. From a few feet back the final desparate attack upon us unfolded. Flynn had ambushed an ettercap trying to sneak up on us from our right flank, it’s many legs flailing as it desparately attempted to fend off the rogues swift, precise sword strikes. The scene disappeared in a gout of flame from Callista and I heard the the thing scream briefly in pain then crackling as it’s chitinous hide burned.
The creature that had attacked me was extracting itself from vines that had grasped at it as I Fey Stepped away when Sebastian collided with it, a sickening crunch of steel on bone. The insectoid mandibles tried to bite at Sebastian’s unprotected head but clacked and scraped ineffectually of his oversized pauldron.
After the initial attack Illvellios took control, the ettercaps fell and we rallied by the stone in the centre of the clearing. The second wave of attacks came from nowhere, arboreans that suddenly appeared from a shimmer of air, one appeared just as he plunged his sword into Illvellios’ back. The second right in our midst persuading the small roots and grass to grasp at our feet and legs. In spite of the surprise they were no match for the five of us working together.

Like the rest of the Pyramid, time did not appear to pass here and the sun hung low in the sky as we patched up or wounds and wandered in the meadows. After a while we decided that the leader of the Arboreans had been right and there was no aspect of Karavakos here, she had not lied to us. Were we wrong to have sytematically destroyed them all?

We gathered our gear and headed back to the doorway that stood unnaturally at the top of the hill, inside the faint glow of the pyramid, all around a sun-kissed meadow.

As we made our way back through the pyramid the memory of the neatural beauty and peace of that glade faded with the light. Once again the corridors were illuminated by the dim glow of the pyramid and we knew we were near the Ettin room from the stench of carrion.

Pushing aside another set of dry, slightly warped doors we entered a  short, wide corridor with crude stone statues of robed monks stood at either end. As we spread out Flynn called a halt, crouching down he drew his dagger and drew it along a crack in the floor, motioning we all saw what we had missed before. Wear marks at the foot of each wall indicated some kind of trap. As Illvellios and I glanced at each other and shared a thought, just a fey step to the other side of the room. Alls we pondered our way across the room there was a scraping sound as Sebastian manhandled one of the statues across the room and toppled it over with an almighty crash. We held our breath as the echoes of the shattered statue disappated, nothing happened. Suddenly Callista unslung her pack and whipped out a leatherbound tome, flicking through it she muttered to herself then started arranging ritual components around her. We watched on with interest and after a short while a shimmering disk appeared, almost invisible like a giant crucible and hung in the air before us. One by one we rode the floating bowl across the room. 

After another brief corridor we entered another of the Pyramid’s strange rooms. An L shaped corridor lined with gilt framed mirrors, on closer inspection the frames were painted wood. As my reflection coalesced it blended into a vision of a flaming skull, suddenly a gout of flame burst out of the mirror. I ducked aside as a huge fireball burst into the room only my natural resistance protecting me. My compadres were not as fortunate as the spume of fire rolled up the corridor. Immediately we took up defensive positions around the doors opposite the entrance to the corridor. 

Our assailants were more of the unnatural denizens, demon spawn with red skin, snub horns atop their heads and leathery bat wings. One burst through the doors and we launched whatever missiles we had to hand to soften it up. I ducked past it out of the dead as it flew straight into Callista who still rode her Tensers disk, fire licking around her feet. Sebastien barged past it to flank and planted his warhammer between the hell-beasts pinnions. Flynn was barraged by jets of flame from the mirrors and Illvellios was trapped momentarily outside the corridor. Another demon appeared round the corner followed by a pair of dark creepers, I summoned to mind a vision of all the stars in the endless sky and the infinity of all the sand on an endless beach and unleashed the though at them with a shout. The murderous trio reeled momentarily but the reapers had sense to move in to surround me and I slashed at them with a flail of black lightning extending from my arcane rod. A third hellspawn burst out of the room and Flynn recovered enough to entangle it’s legs with a deft feint followed by a vicious strike to it’s cloven hoofs. Illvellious burst into the corridor finally backed up by Callista flinging spectral strikes and whirlwinds of fire. I was about to call upon the black tendrils of Hadar when Sebastian roared up the corridor shouting for one and all to ‘Come and get it!’ swinging his hammer in viscious arcs. I stepped aside and dropped one of the demons and a creeper with two well placed blasts of eldritch power. Callista summoned a flaming sphere that burned at the prone demon, it chuckled gutturally as a being of hell the flames caressed his wings with no effect. It’s chuckles turned to a howl as Callista manipulated the fire to sear pass his resistances.

As we felled our final foes Illvellios and I flanked round the corridor and into the central room, smashing mirrors as we went. Callista was talking frantically with Vyrelis as we pulled the doors shut, shielding us from the mirrors. We rapidly advanced on the final doorway and barged our way into the room beyond to discover a small chamber containing a giant blue crystal on an ornate stand with a flaming skull floating above it. Without any ado we cornered the disembodied head and with a final psychic blast Callista shattered it into a pile of bone shards that clattered to the stone floor. As silence descended we all heard the faint wail of Vyrelis.

“No! It’s not here!”

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