The Boon of a Fallen Goddess



After an interminable period of rest and recovery, several of the modron mechana whirr into the room, clearing the table and resetting it full of appetizing and aromatic foods.  Suckled roast chicken, grassland tubers with tossed lichen, all wonderfully seasoned.

DonBrapp is shocked to find the dark Waterhadavian delight of a cochin noir;  a series of nested fowl roasted within each other.  The dwarf smiles and throws the small roast bird straight down his gullet.

At the far end of the table Dexthara is feeding directly on white rats eating them whole.

The light globe baubles continue to avoid her, but all are struck with the idea that all entities here are positive spirits working through their enlightenment.

A band of arcane elvish harp music presents itself and enraptures the party for several hours.  As they quiet and collect their instruments a strong blue light appears in the sky over the balcony.

Slowly the brightness and intensity of this blue light increases until it is nearly blinding, until the peaceful form of a blue skinned winged horse appears upon the balcony.

All of the heroes are struck by the quiet beauty of this creature.  All fall to their knees and the elves are openly weeping.

The unicorn like presence stops and looks around with an enormous feeling of gratitude. The creature immediately heads for Quilro and nuzzles the mage.  Quilro stands and nuzzles the magnificent beast, and then setting his glass on the ground attempts to lift himself above the majestic mare.

The creature shifts awkwardly at the elf, denying the saddle and forcing the thief to the balcony floor next to the avatar.

The horse like creature moves toward Draxos and looks upon the ranger with open inquiring eyes.

DonBrapp observes the affair between the gnawing of marinated meat from the bones of his indulgent meal.
The ranger offers his holy symbol and ritual submission and is blessed by the creatures positive energy.

The unicorn like being comes once more before Quilro, and the elf only wants to impart the plan to Petra and Fyrnlocke.  Nodding, the goddess immediately conveys the plan for deception in the elf’s mind to the wizardess and thief.

Quilro for a moment experiences Petra’s reality, kicking out the fire and waking the dwarf Kinison to alert the citizens of Bloodstone Valley to the dangers within and encourage the necessary preparations.

As the avatar turns her attention to Kailute, the barbarian does his best to offer a formal bow of respect and as he has no polite training and politeness and probably has not really done many in his life.

Then the warrior raises his hand in salute.

The half-orc feels the goddess’ empathy for the pain of creatures, misunderstood, persecuted, killed, violently without force.

Kailute speaks of being unable to take his blade to evil denizens of the sky, such as dragons and demons.

Nudging the leather bracers on the barbarian’s muscled forearms, they glow with a bluish light for a moment before the warrior realizes he has been granted his request.

Shuffling toward the table, the avatar lays it’s equine horned head on the table and turns its enormous eyes upon the dwarf.

After scrambling to clean his beard of food and stand to his full hight, DonBrapp clears his throat and heartily declares: “I’d be in a far better position to offer my services to flying creatures had I the ability to project a rainbow from my blessed armor;  as all know the rainbow leads the way to a pot of gold!”  He states, before bowing his head in feigned reverence.

The dwarf’s armor is lit by the same blue aura that enveloped the half-orc’s bracers, and the spell power is booned.

As the force of the lady goddess retreats, the elves notice a group of ki rin have gathered closer to the balcony.  The beasts are resplendent in the sun, the light reflecting from their multi-hued metallic coats.

The heroes have received the thanks of Aerdrie Fenya for their restoration of a desecrated temple long ago, and Petra is en route to the village with Kinison to ensure Fyrnlocke and the assembling forces in Bloodstone know the plan.
Kailute reflects on how the demi humans seem to despoil everything they touch, yet still render the affection of holy deities.
DonBrapp spends all time not resting studying what scrolls he has to understand the endless Blood Wars of the nether planes.  The meta-war of devils and demons pursuing the most evil and aggressive war between law and chaos using the souls of beguiled or entrapped as cannon fodder.  This schema somewhat explains the ill planned invasion of the demons and devils within Hillsafar Hall.
Particularly distasteful is the knowledge within the abhorrent scrolls that describe the rituals for binding the soul of a demon to the structure of a magical vessel, enabling navigation of the many magical barriers of the abyss as well as other lower planes.
This minor taste of planar geography fuels a hunger for more information.