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Stories of a Cleric
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Thursday, 31 March 2016
A Shadow of Azeraphel

I awoke on the footbridge over the dark river. Unusually I was surrounded by people, they where discussing dark events in hushed voices. A violent maelstrom of lightning had been seen over the fortress and they had gathered to investigate.

I looked around the small group, it consisted of Synvasti, Bebhinn, Argoth and Zane. With me making five, it was proposed we venture into the Dead Zone together. For the first stage we would cross the ravine and gather again and see if we could progress further.

Argoth and Zane hurried ahead as quickly as possible with Bebhinn and Synvasit keeping them safe from horrors, I came behind to ensure no-one was left behind. Once across the ravine we made the mistake of stopping and must have been spotted. We had just enough time to plan our route to the walls before we were came under attack by dark tendrils.

By this stage we had an efficient fighting system and worked steadily towards the tower, pushing through groups of tendrils. Pausing at the base we heard a human cry of success and then shortly afterwards of anguish. We hurriedly climbed up, Bebhinn and Synvasti fought fiercely but fell under the onslaught of two darkness clouds. They quickly returned bolstered by a godly blessing. At the top of the tower we headed out onto the wall unsure of what we would find.

Nothing... we looked around but no sign could be seen, but perhaps, under the ledge dust and smoke started to coalesce into a vague shape. After a few moments if became firmer, a shadow in the form of Azeraphel, under fierce attack but able to communicate.

Here are his words recorded for accuracy:

"I... hold for... now... You must... listen... there is not much... time...

I can... weaken... defences. From within. He cannot... fight all fronts... at once.

Speak with... the queen... the Order... someone... there must be an... assault... and soon... I cannot hold out... much longer... before...

The door. Smash... your way in... I will... use all available... resource... DO NOT... DELAY MUCH...LON...”


Further arcs of power smashed down dislodging rocks that fell dangerously among us. A fire started and quickly raged around us, Bebhinn or Synvasti, I'm not sure who managed to open a portal that we dived though, burnt but back to safety.

The word of the Archmage had a desperate urgency, the vision showed him fighting for his life. Bebhinn has since cautioned that this may be a trick but if we were shown truly Azeraphel's was fighting desperately and needs our help.

I hurried to Dundee to leave a note for the Iron Order asking them to contact one of the group as soon as possible.
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