Fyrnlocke volunteers to be lowered into the pit; and reports nothing in the pit. Taking stock of their health, the party proceeds into a larger cavern filled in the center with a luminescent blue lighted mist billowing into the ceiling. Throwing a rope into the column, it disappears. Approaching the column with the holy symbol thrust forward, the billowing appears to slow and grow brighter.
Quilro, feeling more and more attracted to the column, ties himself off and jumps into the column. Disappearing from view of the party, he finds himself in the ancient and decaying chambers of Paranthus the Mage. Draped in rotting vestments, with bright blue burning eyes, who cries “
How did you recover the symbol of Faerdrar?!!”
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My consumption of magical research into planar travel and flight to the exclusion… are you mocking me!?! BRING ME WINE!”
The long ago cursed elven mage is clearly suffering the ages of lichdom.
Fyrnlocke produces dice, and asks Kailute if he cares to throw bones for coin.
Castind aid on himself, DonBrapp jumps into the column and finds himself standing behind Quilro and an elven lich, to which the Mage-Thief was accosting with the bird holy symbol. The moment he arrives, magical fireballs rip from the hands of the lich, shredding and burning the elf and knocking the dwarf back with damage. Restoring Quilro’s wounds with necromantic energy, Paranthus reveals the way to cleanse the chapel by destroying his spellbooks by burning them in the holy fires of Correllon Larethian in Myth Drannor. Paranthus is taken aback by the dwarfs apparent knowledge of Halaster, whom the lich knows as “Blackcloak.”
Back in the cavern, Fyrnlocke takes coin after coin from Kailute. Kailute decides the way to solve this is to up the ante from coppers to silvers.
Paranthus identifies the key as gaining access to the internal sanctum of the chapel. Reminiscing about the glories of Myth Drannor paling the outpost of Silvanae, the two grab the spellbooks and return to the antechamber.
Fyrnlocke has won 27sp and 15cp playing bones with Kailute.
Quilro quaffs a potion to address his painful burn wounds.
The party doubles back through a winding, 5’ wide passageway, leading to a pile of smoking bones over a pit. After digging through the bones for several hours, Quilro again disappears into another chamber. A horribly disfigured statue of Faerdrae with six arms holding bird like blackened skulls.
Quilro attempts to check traps on one of the urns, and is burned with the darklight of the negative material plane.
Commanded to “Choose your fate” by a horrifying voice, he is healed and energized and returned to the antechamber before.
Sanctifying the bones for burial, DonBrapp conducts the rites of Brapp internment. The bones disintegrate, and the air clears just a smidge as the dead are returned to rest.
Quilro spikes his way across the slippery logs, and the party recovers Faerenal. In so doing, a drow patrol is alerted to Kailute.
The party is pulled into a withdrawing melee with two dark elves. At the nick of time, Maktar and the Helmites pour into the chamber and take up melee positions to assist the party. Quilro tells Maktar everything the party has learned up to this point, particularly interested in the portal to the Abyss. In a parting gift, the Helmites provide minor healing.