Dear Diary,
As the tree went up in flames and their mistress fled down the streets, the rest of the fey household fled Magnolia’s mansion, leaving us alone in the courtyard. We took the opportunity to rummage through the mansion in search for incriminating evidence and useful information. The books in the library turned out to be half romantic novels, and half books about botany in elven and sylvan. There was a book specifically about this type of tree, which I quickly stuffed in my pack.
There was not much more of use to be found, at least not in what little time we had. Before long the now charred tree cracked in two, and out of the crack stepped Lady Delaroost and a knight in green moss-covered armor. Green light emanated from the slit in his helmet. Sofie looked at the destroyed tree in disappointment for a moment before calling out to Alistan and Liliana to show themselves. The twins stepped forward to confront their mother.
As expected Sofia was disappointed at the destruction of the tree, saying it had cost a fortune, and that it would not be recreated, seeing as Lady Magnolia had fled the city, and would not be returning. I was glad to hear those words, it meant that our victory here would not be temporary. I left the talking to Alistan and Liliana, knowing that their mother’s condescending tone would only anger me. I’ve learned long ago there is no reasoning with the woman, so why bother? Instead I just listened.
Sofia explained that she had no other choice but to refuse us entry into Hillfield, knowing full well we would be accepted in Tarn. So noble of her, choosing personal power over her own family. The conversation then turned to the armored man next to her, who turned out to be her husband, Alistan and Liliana’s father. He had made a deal with the fey in order to gain the power to buy protection for Hillfield. And as such had turned into the Green Knight. I guess we have now met all of the contestants of the Tournament.
With this power and the deal they had struck with king Ulther, they would be able to become an independent kingdom on this side of the Lorewood. Once king Ulther had enacted his plan for Keralon that is. And as soon as Hillfield became independent, all the deals they had struck would end. I could do nothing else but sigh. They have no care for Keralon or its people, only for their own power and privilege. Blaming us for breaking our bonds to Keralon and its king helps her sleep at night I guess, knowing she has turned her back on her own children.
On the positive side, they have no interest in fighting us, seeing as they already have their hands full with the gnolls in the northeast. If, however, we decide to fight Keralon, they will have no choice but to fight us. That of course leaves us in a precarious situation, but we’ll find a way to deal with it. We said our goodbyes, promising we’d leave the city as fast as possible and not cause more destruction. We quickly headed back to the temple. Father Eton was happy to see us return safely and I could see approval in his eyes when we told him what had happened. I think he would love to stand at our side, but I know he can’t. Not from lack of trying from Alistan and Liliana however.
We didn’t waste much time and headed back down into the bowels of the temple to where the Kirin was waiting with Ileas’ unholy lyre. As the ritual to cleanse it was prepared, we talked to the Kirin, who informed us that the evil in the mines below is connected to the plane of Gehenna, the evil plane connected to the seven deadly sins. Which immediately explained the feeling of hunger we had struggled with. So while the Kirin performed the ritual together with Ileas, and the rest settled down to rest, I pushed my body into the ethereal plane and went looking for the gate. It took a while, descending down the chasm and searching the tunnels, but finally I found it. It would not be easy to reach it however, being buried deep in the rock. And I needed Luke there, needed his magic to glean more information about it, or close it. Sadly my magic won’t allow me to bring him there, so we would have to do it the hard way.
When I told the others about what I had discovered, they of course wanted to do something about it. So as soon as the ritual was finished and Ileas’ lyre had been cleansed, we descended into the crevice. For most of us it was not a problem, only Ileas struggled a bit.
Eventually we reached the right depth and there Alistan and Liliana used their strength to beat a path through the rock, aided by my brother’s magic. Even so it took the better part of a day before we reached the rift between the planes itself. I made myself as comfortable as possible on my broom and took the time to rest.
When we finally broke through, I asked Fiachna to act as a conduit for my magic in order to identify the rift and learn more about it. My loyal companion agreed and delivered the spell. She felt as if the magic wanted to suck her into the evil plane, but managed to resist. It was worth it however, as we learned two useful pieces of information. First and foremost that it had been put there by someone using very powerful magic, but also a very long time ago. And more importantly, it could be dispelled. Here my brother Luke stepped in, quickly weaving the magic that made the rift dissipate. As soon as it vanished, I felt like a weight had fallen off my shoulders. The evil that had held the mines in its grip had vanished.
That should have been it for our adventure into Hillfield and the mines, but we wouldn’t be us if we hadn’t decided to descend further into the crevice instead of heading home. After a bit more climbing, or in my case flying down, we reached the bottom. There, wedged and fused with the rock surrounding it, we found a house made of marble. It looked like it had fallen into the crevice a very long time ago. When we opened it, it became instantly clear that this was a tomb, inside an empty room save for the sarcophagus in the center.
Luke of course wanted to know what was inside, seeing as the sarcophagus is covered in magic. I reached out with my mind, feeling the presence of someone sleeping inside. So maybe not so much a tomb as it is a prison? I sat down and drew upon another ritual known to me, contacting the outer planes in search of answers. Learning that the one locked in the prison is named Esigius, a fiend trapped there by the lich Morrhim a very long time ago. Seeing as it is a fiend, we all agreed to leave it be.
And it would have been so easy if not for the blasted creature waking up and reaching out with its mind to us. It begged us to release it, having been locked in there for over a thousand years. I argued against releasing it. Even though this is a cruel punishment, it is still a fiend. Liliana, bless her naïve heart, argued fiercely for releasing him, and was joined by Gael. In the end we offered him a deal. Do one good, altruïstic deal every day for a thousand years, and we would release him. Desperate to be released from his prison, he eagerly agreed, so Alistan smashed the sarcophagus. Esigius appeared before us, a tall and gaunt creature, grey of skin with huge dark eyes. He smiled down at us, happy to be finally free. And seeing as we would want to control his side of the deal, he agreed to come with us for a while.
With that being done, we headed back up to inform the Kirin that the right to Gehenna had been dealt with. He seemed to be pleased about this, and went to inform Father Eton. Then Esigius teleported us back to Tarn.