In the Mythril Mines Olan shows the Party a Dream Vision of the Enemy they face. In order to warn them of the dangers within the Elven Kingdom.
Olan and his old Companions (a male Elf in tight dark clothes, a Human women in a red dress with a veil, and a male Orc wearing the hide of large creature) are storming a tower within the Human Capitol. When they reach the top there stands a Being, wrapped head-to-toe in rags, wearing a white mage's robe. Olan takes up a defensive stance in front the Woman in red while the Elf fans out as the Wrapped Being begins to speak. It's voice carries an echo as if it were the wind in a canyon.
"So we finally—" It is interrupted by a bellowing roar from the tower stairs below. The Orc Companion had fallen behind having got caught up in the pleasure of battling his way into the tower. The roar continued as the Orc Companion came crashing into the room and with a single swing of his massive axe cut off on of the Wrapped Being's arms. A torrent of elements come spewing out of the neck opening; sand, wind, fire, electricity. It sends the Orc flying across the room, and by the time he lands his wounds have frozen over. The elements wind together into an arm shape, through some concentration from the Wrapped Being.
"You insects shall be dealt with, as will all this land." said the Wrapped Being
"We know you Old One. You shall not have the souls of this land." Olan protests.
The Elf Companion dissipates into smoke, as the Red Veiled Woman binds the Wrapped Being into place with a spell. The Wrapped Being blasts out an elemental torrent at her, but Olan wards it off with a wooden shield and prayer. The Elf Companion reappears in a puff of smoke behind the Wrapped Being with a mythral dagger to it's throat. The dagger shines as it slides across the Wrapped Being's neck. A blood curdling scream escapes from the open wound as the elements come spilling out. The head wrappings fall back on themselves as the gap opens wider. All of the rags and the mage's robes fall to the ground.
For a moment all is still.
The Companions attempt to take in a breath, but there is no air to breathe as it is all sucked into the space where the Wrapped Being once stood. Lighting writhes out from the whirling air, grappling the Elf Companion in mid air.
A disembodied voice reverberates the entire tower, like that of a large bell in a bell tower. "I cannot be stopped. I cannot be contained. You cannot comprehend the eternal storm of my being."
Olan nods to the Red Veiled Woman, and she tightens the magical binding. Olan's voice resonates with an authority unfamiliar the Dreamers (you guys). "By the Gods of the Alliance and these mortal witnesses, you are cast out! The Old One has no place in this world."
"Your Gods hold no sway over me, Little Believer. I was invited into this Plane by mortals you call to witness your exorcism," the disembodied voice responds. The Elf Companion's body begins to contort and the horror can be seen in his eyes at his realization. With his mythral dagger the Elf strikes at his own heart, but his chest expands too quickly for the blade's length to reach it's mark. His arm suddenly morphs outward snapping off the hilt of the dagger, leaving the blade still in. The transformation continues until a 5 foot tall, purple, six armed, six eyed, Lizard exists in place of the Elf Companion.
"Now go show your people the true meaning of immortality, it is after all their greatest desire." The wall behind the torrent of winds explodes outward. The Lizard is puffed into black smoke rising up into the clouds. A storm of darkness forms and can be seen traveling at unnatural speed towards the Elven Kingdom. The roof and walls collapse down upon Olan and the Companions.
The chunk of rubble covering Olan is lifted off of him by the conscious Orc Companion. "Get up, Olan. There's more trouble." The Red Veiled Woman stands in the center of the rubble, convulsing.
"What happened to Matea?"
"No time," says the Orc Companion as he almost freed Olan from the rubble, but it is magically pressed back down. Tracing the visible trail of magic the two friends see the Red Veiled Woman , Matea, with out stretched hand. Her eyes glow red.
"You are such a disappointment Mirflagz," Matea said with a distorted voice. "I gave you beasts a form with such beautiful singular purpose. You were made to consume this world, and here you stand-" Again she is interrupted by Mirflagz as he throws his axe right at her head. With a reflexive flick of her wrist, Matea, deflects the axe magically. Mirflagz immediately charges her grabbing her by the neck, digging his claws into her soft flesh. He opens his maw moving into consume her head, but his whole body seizes up. "Here you stand defending these perversions of existence," Matea continued. "I make this promise to you Mirflagz, your people will never be free and you will perform your true purpose for eternity."
Mirflagz's arms begin to bubble and boil, popping open with black gooey substance. He is quickly consumed by the transformation, having lost any true form, all that is left is a dark gooey blob floating in the air. It writhes, shape shifting at random to have a swarm of tentacles to a gapping mouth, to clawing hands in any given direction. Matea opens a portal to a place void of color, and magically moves the Dark Monster through it as the Dark Monster grows in size.
Matea steps over the rubble, each one leaving an imprint in flame, making her way to the pinned Olan. His face is streaked with tears and blood stains his beard alone the rim of his mouth. "Please release her. Let me be your vessel. Matea means nothing to you."
A smile creeps across Matea's face. "On the contrary, she was a very powerful sorcerer. A being that could contain much of my strength. And you brought her to me, a cleric lacking the conviction to bind me." She extends her index finger and with the tip of her nail presses Olan's holy symbol as it melds into his chest. "You will make an excellent pet. A witness to the end of a world you hold so dear. And I will leave you there in it's absence, alone as you've always been."
Just as Matea finishes her threat, lightening from clear skies above strikes the rubble atop Olan. Matea's vision is blinded for a moment but is unscathed and unmoved by the explosion. Olan was sent fly from the exploded rubble, though he too was unharmed. The rush of wind fills his ears as he free falls from the height of the tower, the ground rushing up to meet him.
All goes dark.
Notes for Characters:
Ruric: Recognizes Matea as the Red Eyed Woman Statue from the battle at the fort.
Dimble: Recognizes the Monster that Mirflagz was turned into as the creature that swallowed his father's battalion in battle, and as the guardian of the large mirror in the realm he traveled to with the Abhorsen.
Pitter: Recognizes the Monster that the Elf Companion was turned into as the Monster lurking in the Elven Kingdom.