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As Medda and Anok join your group of Pathfinders around the stone circle, she assists you with the binding ritual. Medda thrusts Ivvora’s hilt into the portal, calling on Vildeis for aid. The shadow rift shrinks and closes, releasing a massive shock wave that knocks the Pathfinders, the Twinhorn warriors, and Medda to the ground. A field of dark, rippling energy remains, suspended above the stone altar. As Medda reaches out to pick up Ivvora’s hilt—the already broken blade now spider-webbed with new cracks—a supernatural silence descends. Only the telepathic rage of some unseen menace cuts through the quiet. “You dare to shut me out?” it rages. “I see you, but I do not see her. Where is the dwarf woman, Ivvora, who fought me so long ago? Has her mortal body failed at last? Has the realm of the living at last lost its protector? Know this: when the long shadows reach out again, I will grasp them and claw my way back into your world to see your flesh devoured by my children.”
Sound returns to the Realm of the Mammoth Lords, and Medda cautiously stands. “It seems that Eshimka still lives and has even left this foul scar on our world,” she declares. “If we are to believe its promises, the fiend will attack on the next winter solstice. If we are to survive, we must be ready. Nearly a millennium ago, Ivvora held the key to defeating Eshimka. By following her legends and discovering her fate, we may harness the same holy power that banished this fiend—and together end the beast entirely.
“When we set out, it would be the privilege of this following to have the Pathfinders at our side. But that is a trial for another day. Tonight, at last, we rest.”
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A shiver goes down Atronia's back as she watches the tentacles recede and listens to the disembodied voice. She thinks out loud, "We'd better keep an eye on this place. I wouldn't want to meet this being by chance." She turns back to her companions and extends a hand. "I'm glad I was with good people such as you throughout this ordeal. Your names and deeds will be known and remembered, I assure you."
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"We have done a good ting here today. A great evil was defeated today, and now the Pathfinders and the Twinhorn are allies who will watch over this site together."
Iovarl looks around his smaller group and smiles to himself.
"You were great companions on this journey. I would gladly adventure with you all again. Now let us get some rest, i think we've all earned it!"
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As Medda and Anok join your group of Pathfinders around the stone circle, she assists you with the binding ritual. Medda thrusts Ivvora’s hilt into the portal, calling on Vildeis for aid. The shadow rift shrinks and closes, releasing a massive shock wave that knocks the Pathfinders, the Twinhorn warriors, and Medda to the ground. A field of dark, rippling energy remains, suspended above the stone altar. As Medda reaches out to pick up Ivvora’s hilt—the already broken blade now spider-webbed with new cracks—a supernatural silence descends. Only the telepathic rage of some unseen menace cuts through the quiet. “You dare to shut me out?” it rages. “I see you, but I do not see her. Where is the dwarf woman, Ivvora, who fought me so long ago? Has her mortal body failed at last? Has the realm of the living at last lost its protector? Know this: when the long shadows reach out again, I will grasp them and claw my way back into your world to see your flesh devoured by my children.”
"Terribly good diction for an otherworldly horror."
Sound returns to the Realm of the Mammoth Lords, and Medda cautiously stands. “It seems that Eshimka still lives and has even left this foul scar on our world,” she declares. “If we are to believe its promises, the fiend will attack on the next winter solstice. If we are to survive, we must be ready. Nearly a millennium ago, Ivvora held the key to defeating Eshimka. By following her legends and discovering her fate, we may harness the same holy power that banished this fiend—and together end the beast entirely.
"Yes, well, good luck with that." Humbert says glad the whole affair is at least temporarily over.
"I'm glad I was with good people such as you throughout this ordeal. Your names and deeds will be known and remembered, I assure you."
"Oh really, that's not necessary. You needn't--really, you needn't."
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GrubGlub Stands by, watching as the otherworldly.. thing.. is locked back away and the stone circle returns to normal. He looks about at his companions, and bows to them each in turn. "It has been my pleasure to serve this mission with you, and to call you companions these last weeks. If you ever have need of my assistance, I would be happy to help!"