Kia
You stand strong, certain you can avoid anything the primal terror beneath can throw at you. Another attack comes.
Even though you know, with utter certainty that what you see and hear is not true, nonetheless the fear is the most real thing in your world. Your smiling mother removes your weapons and armour and binds your eyes before turning you around. Disoriented, you feel silken ribbons slip around your body, holding you in place. Each ribbon has a name and each is more fearful than the last. "Domesticity." "Obedience." "Lassitude". "Incarceration."
Kia explains to her mother that the laws which have evolved for the good of her kind do not permit this denial of her freedom.
While trying to convince her mother she tries to wriggle out of the bonds her mother is placing on her.
Kia pleads with her mother, promising to consider someone suitable, but ecplaining that she has to chooose for herself.
Not too certain that that worked, Kia looses her cool slightly, saying she will never speak to her again unless she stops.
Kia looks disparagingly at the bonds her mother is using and claims that they have no power over her. Their magic is too weak.
And anyway, there is nothing you can do that is worse than what I've already been through. I will prevail!
Kia
A child's response helps you break free and you finally recognise that your own purpose is stronger than any bond she can create for you. Determined, you release yourself and stand among your companions.
More terrors must follow, but your inner battle is won.
Reason
Another attack comes, seeking to find a way into your armoured mind.
Reason's mental training allows him to fight off the primal attacks besetting him, but yet another attempt is made.
For all your training, at last you are forced to confront your darkest nightmare - the loss of reason. Even though you are aware that this is not happening now, you are aware that it could happen. The bright light of Ioun starts to fade as you grope for memory and understanding. No monster has ever been as bad as your own imagining.
Reason clings desperately to the faith and teachings of Ioun, while trying to confront his fears and seek the inconsistencies in the attacks against him, both emotional and physical.
EDIT: sorry, missed the each only once. please use the first rolls above.
Reason
Faith brings acceptance and, despite a brief inability to understand, you realise that the primal force beneath you is offering an opportunity for rebirth. You see clearly that even though your darkest fear may yet occur, you will find ways to accept it. The fear starts to recede to a controllable place.
Reason attempts to prove his mind is still whole by cycling through various knowledge: magical, medical, and historical.
Reason
As it has always done, your training comes to your aid. Magical and medical knowledge cycles surely through your mind, even though the historical subtleties elude you. It is enough. The fear recedes and you stand ready to face whatever the next challenge may bring.
As you recover from the series of attacks, you become aware of a stilling of the restless shades on the perimeter of the Bone Plains. Two great figures can be dimly perceived on the edges of your vision, as yet without any real form.
The ground beneath you is now starting to rock more insistently and pull apart, and from the cracks in the land, shades emerge.
Enemies long dead rise around you. The duergar from Pharoe glower as they form and move to the edge of the trembling ground, followed by zombies, ghouls, and then other, more recent foes. Gnolls, Skyroth, orcs and Kyleth move through you and take their places in the circle. Then come the wine-soaked dwarves, the vine horrors, the swarms, the Muse and the proto-tieflings. Others follow. Now you see the poltergeists from the Library as well as the fey assassins you fought more recently.
The same thought occurs to you all. Here in the half-world, the lives you have ended must be balanced with the lives you have saved.
All - spoilered for length
The ground continues to writhe as spirit forms of allies and friends emerge to support your cause. Among them is a young dragon. As it appears, it pauses in front of Whiteclaw, looking slightly smug.
"I told you I'd find you. I am beautiful and clever, just as I said." Glinting with traces of silver among the pure white of its scales, it takes its place among your friends.
Gobi, Anarak, The Rogue Knight and Baldrech join the throng, and finally, surprisingly, the enaree of the Bone Riders.
"I come to watch and see."
Arianwyn scoffs, "Come now, is this the best you can do? Fully half your troops are imaginary. Pitiful really."
"Narissa, so good to see you. Would you care to lend your unique skills to this conflict?"
"Ah, the Gentleman; welcome."
The eladrin smiles in a chilling manner at the opposition.
Narissa smiles warmly as Arianwyn stares down the opposition and sings her praise of your deeds.
The Gentleman's hands go to his sleeves and he draws two slender daggers, slipping into the shadows behind enemy lines.
"I should not, in your place, risk the wrath of true heroes," he comments.
Beneath your feet, the ground shakes, seeking to overturn your authority. The attack is mere sound and bluster, doing nothing to further the other cause.
Kyleth's shade sneers from afar.
"Here, you are such stuff as dreams are made on. We shall see you bound into sleep."
Another failed rumble from the ground and the proto-tieflings advance menacingly, dripping with blood and fanaticism in equal measure.
The primal forces seem unsure now, as the ground ripples again and calls on the gnolls to make their claim. The sight of Whiteclaw deters them and they shake their heads, standing still.
Frowning, Kia concentrates on her best course of action. "I think I get the idea..."
"Pirot, good friend. could you....?"
Reason examines his foes carefully for signs of weakness.
"Seraphiel, my friend. Your aid is timely."
Kia's knowledge of the patterns of history provides convincing proof of the rightness of your past actions and Pirot's shadow adds authority to her words.
Reason looks at the assembled foes and realises that their presence here is the product of the group's deepest fears. Seraphiel's many lifetimes offer support as he gazes serenely at the enemy.
"Your actions are justified."
Silence falls as your enemies and friends fade, leaving you masters of the field.
From the mounds, the massed dead bow to you. At the edges of vision the huge watching figures seem to radiate approval. The enaree seems to be listening to something as he gestures slightly, and your weapons and armour reappear on you.
"Be devoured."
Before Pashira's tomb, a huge head is emerging from the ground. Eyeless and ancient, it snuffs the air, reaching towards you. In the halfworld, many things are clear to you without speech. To complete Pashira's path, one of you must be consumed.
As her gear forms on her, and the Devourer rises, Whiteclaw howls a challenge at the thing and rushes at it.
A fury of white fur, Whiteclaw hurls herself towards the One Who Devours, driving her axe deep into its hide in an atttempt to draw its attention to her.
Kia is clearly moved that she has her belongings back.
"I feel whole again."
Arianwyn snarls and sends icy black crystals forth.
Chill forms around the huge form as the warlock manages to sneak an attack past it.
The great head lunges at Whiteclaw, grabbing her in its jaws.
Characteristically, Vel opens with her most destructive spell, exploding a ball of fire at the One after sending Adalram to perform his targeting role. It has less effect than she had hoped, but still singes the being.
Vel's usual precision may be missing, but her trademark flame is nonetheless a welcome sight for her allies. Adalram flies high above the One Who Devours, pointing the way for her.
Kia moves to S14, takes out her bow and shoots at the devourer.
Reason sends a bolt of light towards the Devourer.
Reason's light narrowly misses the One Who Devours as Whiteclaw dangles from its mighty jaw. Even so, Arianwyn feels the benefit of Reason's prayer.
As she dangles in it's jaws, Whiteclaw swings her axe at the Devourer.