Abaddons Mouth

We come out of our stronghold, we must destroy the Gate of Komalie now.  The Vizier appears to us before the large shining fortress and gives us a new wind as we charge at the doors.  Taking out their archers in the towers first, we burst through the first magical seal and annihilate the awaiting Mursaat. They stare at us blankly, I would assume surprise but i'm sure the mursaat are devoid of all human emotion. In our haste, and for Brechnar, we keep our speed and tear through the marble keep slashing all in our way.

Ice Caves of Sorrow

I have returned the Shiverpeaks.   It is time to save Evennia.  I meet with the Dwarves of Droknars and they fashion me armour of the highest quality, though a bit drab, and they send me to my rendezvous point.  The Dwarves and the Shining Blade have come together against this common foe, the White Mantle, joined by the Stone Summit who are all now led by the fearsome Mursaat.  I've yet to see one, but I hear they are quite ungodly.  Crosses between magi, birds, and undead, the very images to freeze your soul.  We leave the safe point in to the dunes of snow, my breath freezes in my lungs.   We must find the Seer, but first, Evennia needs my help.

The Battle of the Doppleganger

The mountain crumbles in front of me. A lightning storm.  The electricity courses the air.  I am to do this alone.  One on one combat.  One should have a sense of forboding as the rock tumbles in to the river uncovering a staircase leading in to the mountain.

I entered.  The halls littered with gold, statues of the six along the wall. The central chamber seems very much a battle ring.  My patron goddess, Dwayna, stands wrought from gold on sides as I slowly step in.  I am alone, but I feel powerful.   I feel as if i'm being watched as well.  I prepare myself for the unexpected as best I can.  Then he appears.  A doppleganger of fire.

I size him up.  I would assume he would be doing the same yet he has no apparent being.  No being means no mind.  A robotic fighter, a mimic.  I prepare my skills, and in a moment of nervousness, I scream a battle cry, and taunt this fiery being.

He does not wait.  First to attack he throws my own fiery beam of judgement at me, and I run from it.  I cast my own upon him and I notice a descrepency.  He is not evading the flames.  I cast again, and he finally exits, damaged near fatally.  I dodge in and out of his spear tosses, and cast again.  He stands in it again, and he is dead.   It is done.  I have bested myself. I am the chosen. I have ascended. It is time to visit the oracle for my final test of strength and mind.  Then I can save Evennia, if she is still alive.  Save Saidra.  I will save the world.