At the end of the last adventure,
the bad guy (A rogue mage named Paldamar) had a few items that had led you to
believe that he was searching for a "place of power" that contained
"vast magic and wealth for the taking" and that he was to "seek
Karavakos". His notes seemed to describe a location in a lush forest
about a week’s journey from Thunderspire Mountain, where you were currently
adventuring. During the days after you departed, not completely sold on
investigating this "place of power" you all began to have similar,
yet personally specific dreams.
The common imagery was this.
You see the surrounding lands and
they seem familiar to you, due to the time you have spent wandering them in the
past. Yet...they were not "right". Where you know towns
should stand there was only wilderness. Where you know there should be no
settlements or where you know that old ruins stand, instead you see thriving
locations. How odd...?
In other dreams, you see a tiefling,
a petty lord striving for more power, usually in vain. You see his
bride...a tall eladrin woman of ethereal beauty, and between them you sense a
strong, loving bond...but his lust for power was growing as was his desperation
for gaining it. You also notice that the imagery, armor, weapons and
other details harken to an age long gone. Some of the sigils and symbols
have not been seen for many thousands of years...??
Next, the scene darkens and you see
the tiefling kneeling before a dark shadow and words float into your mind
through the dream. You hear "they will be invincible in your world,
none will stand against them....your enemies will crash against them like waves
against the cliffs and you will rule your world. Do not let your army
fall...this is your price for this power. If your army falls, you fall
with them. Stand, Karavakos, and take ownership of your new destiny and
this world."
The scene shifts and you see
Karavakos at the lead of a vast army of unspeakably horrible
creatures....demons, devils, all the abominations of the 9 hells at his
command. Opposing armies fall before him like the wheat harvest before
the scythe. And his power grows.
New scene, the Eladrin is in tears
begging Karavakos to stop. She loves him, but not what he has become, the
tyrant, the heartless blade of the conquering army. He now rules all the
lands, what more does he need with other worlds? How much can one lord
require to satiate his lust for power? But Karavakos did not listen and
set his sight on the feywild...his army was invincible, what did he have to
loose...
Next you see Karavakos marching in a
lush green land, mystical in its essence and behind him his horrid army.
Then, without warning he is onset by a vast host of beasts both beautiful and
dire, onset by countless arrows that were thick enough in the sky to blot out
the sun, onset by the land itself upturning to swallow the demon army, vines
that drag and bind, rivers that divert from their true path to consume and
drown the evil that has entered their world. And in the face of
Karavakos, you see fear begin to dawn as the realization of the dark powers words
begin to reenter his memory...."they will be invincible in YOUR
world...."....the feywild was not his world. His thoughts go to
Vyrellis, his mate whom he brought so that he might show her this world and its
conquering. He turns to run and grabs her and flees back to the rift to
his world as his army is utterly consumed by the fey and their beasts and their
world. Just as he reaches the rift, the last of his army is destroyed and
he throws Vyrellis through the rift, but it is too late. In a single instance,
the rift slams shut ripping Vyrellis’ body to shreads, and in the gristly scene
Karavakos is simply....gone.
You always awaken from these dreams
with the extreme urge to seek this place and unravel its mysteries. Each
of you sees specific details that urge you even more so to take up this quest.
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