Prellis the scribe
A few days had passed since the initial meeting
with the frost daemon, before Nostur’yl arrived once again to meet with those
of the Cult of Infernal Necromancy. Smogg Azalin greeted the daemon lord within
the lower hall of the tower and the pair quickly made their way to the relative
privacy of the rooftop. There, the two discussed the frost daemon’s offer to
retrieve the mage, and the occurrences over the days since Nostur’yl last
visited. Once Nostur’yl was certain his ally understood the nature of the
task, he departed, leaving Smogg to set about escorting the mage back from the
dungeon of ice.
Getting to the mage was far easier for the group assembled then it had
previously been: a few well-placed gates and they were on their way. Even the
red-bricked hall they entered seemed peaceful this day, showing no signs of the
ice fiends that would hinder their path. As they would soon discover, the return
journey with the mage would not be so simple.
Although the frost daemon was nowhere in sight when the group entered the
library housed in the back hall, as promised, the slave mage sat patiently
awaiting their arrival. Words of greetings were offered between the party and
the mage, known as Rathgith, before the business at hand was discussed.
“We will take you safely to my tower,” Smogg began before being cut off by a
question from Rathgith.
“Why would I wish to go there?” the mage asked.
Not understanding how the mage could be uninformed, Smogg attempted to explain,
saying, “Nostur'yl and your master are working on a deal.”
“Ahh...he may be my master, but I wish for something as well,” Rathgith said
cutting him off again, “and since you are not my master, I will have it. My
price is simple...for now.”
Hesitantly, the leader of the cult asked, “Tell me then, what is it you
“Merely recognition that you owe me a favor...one that I may come to collect
at any time. That is my price, a favor I may name.”
The bargain was agreed to by Smogg Azalin, “Very well, we have a deal.”
“Very good. A few minor things… One, when I leave this place, I shall be
vulnerable to attack, by everything,” the mage explained for the benefit of
his escorts. “I shall also need to see the site where this column lies
Guessing that Rathgith would likely be marked as a murderer by the laws of the
land, Smogg asked, “Even city guards?”
“My master has no influence over them. Outside of this dungeon, I have only a
A discussion began over the best path they might take, one that presented the
least possible harm to the mage. Scouts were sent off to check locations where
they might cross over to the mainland of Britannia while other courses were
opened for discussion. After a short while, the group agreed to travel through
the dungeon of ice and take the exit on the far end that would lead to the
mainland. And so they departed.
While perhaps it was the safest path for the slave mage, the dungeon of ice
proved most treacherous for his escorts. Monsters of all types, creatures more
accustomed to the cold surroundings, blocked their path at every turn. Time and
again their commitment to the task was tested, and time and again the group
succeeded in defeating the varying ice creatures until finally the exit was in
Once back on the mainland of Britannia a gate was opened, taking the party and
the mage they escorted to the tower where Nostur’yl awaited. Smogg Azalin
brought the mage to the rooftop where Rathgith and the daemon lord were finally
The basis for what Nostur’yl desired was conveyed to the mage, while he sat
absorbing the words. When Nostur’yl finished, the mage presented two possible
solutions, either a spell of protection to allow the daemon of fire to enter the
water or a spell that would raise the post to the surface where it might be
recovered. To best determine which spell to use, Rathgith again requested to see
where the post rested. Arrangements were made for the Cult of Infernal
Necromancy to escort the slave mage to where the post was thrown into the sea.
While Nostur’yl’s allies made their departure, the daemon himself set off on
a task to aid them. Prior to the mage having been brought from the dungeon of
ice, Smogg Azalin had informed Nostur’yl that the alliance opposing him had
setup a form of blockade around the posts location. Knowing this blockade might
provide some resistance to the mage’s task, the daemon made his way to
Rivendell, which the alliance had been using as a base of operations.
As a means of distraction, the daemon summoned forth a small horde of
hellhounds, beasts loyal to the daemonkin in every aspect, and set them to
attack those about the town. As he predicted, reinforcements arrived from the
blockade to assist Rivendell, just as Nostur’yl released the second wave of
hellhounds and made himself visible for attack. The battle did not cause much
harm to Nostur’yl or his foes, but rather lasted long enough for the group at
sea to make their way to the sunken post’s location and depart again.
Almost on queue, the mage and escorts arrived back at the cult’s tower at the
same point Nostur’yl reappeared upon the rooftop, once again looking out over
the waters. When the mage was brought to stand before Nostur’yl, the daemon
quickly asked, “What was your finding then?”
“The water is too unfavorable for you to enter safely,” Rathgith explained.
“Therefore, I shall raise it from its location. However, I must research where
the tomes and ingredients I require are located. I may need assistance in
procuring certain pieces - I trust I can count on support?”
With a nod of agreement, Smogg answered, “My cultists will see to it. I will
put my lab at your disposal for this research.”
“I shall leave you and Lord Smogg to the details,” Nostur’yl said to