Agon and his superhuman assistants conspire and come up with just the right ritual. In a matter of time, the party are now seated on phantom seahorses awaiting the hour to be struck.
At the appointed hour, Agon says his words of power. Elsewhere on the plane, the others who agreed to assist proceeded to shut down their seals at the same time. The result is a maelstrom right underneath the party--shrieking winds and roaring thunder. The party is immediately thrown around madly. The phantom steeds are thrown around, keeping the party afloat but with no bearing or direction.
Fortunately, the party has a pair of strong individuals among them. Harald and Darratheir wrestle their steeds toward the others and grab onto the other steeds, creating a chain of arms, and then the party rides the whirlpool as one down the proverbial drain to the bottom of the maelstrom.
The churning water of the lagoon roars as waves rise into a wall of crushing, swirling water, hurling you like rag dolls into an area of the lagoon bed somehow devoid of water. The thundering wall of water rotates around the dry bed with crushing force as the insane rage of the storm plays out above. A titanic creature roars in concert with the storm, its rumbling bellows drowning out even the thunder. Its form seems roughly hewn from shale; brilliant, crackling blue-white lights shine forth from cracks and joints in its body and a billowing cloud of steam and lightning streams from its crown. As it turns to regard you, unending, ageless rage burns deeply in eye-like voids and a thundering howl of fury bursts from blazing, blue-white furnace of its mouth.
The final seal, a flat disk of dull metal inscribed with the combined symbols of Erathis, Ioun, and Pelor, is sunk deep into the rocky flesh of its chest.
Roll initiative! Everyone in the party has temporary hp equal to their surge value thanks to Martha, which I will note on my summary sheet.
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