Kassia awakes from a horrible nightmare. You witness a druidic challenge and changing of hierarchy. Usually an event that brings little concern, but this time after the battle you witness the blighting of the sacred grove. The grand druid has been defeated by a traitor from among the worshippers of Malar. Your new leader is a lycanthrope of the darkest sort, encouraging the primal aspects of nature with no concern for the balancing approach.
The Queen comes to you moments after you wake. It appears she has been jolted from her slumber and rushed here, because she is barely covered with a see-through robe. The chill night air has her friends standing at attention. “Kasssia “, she whispers,”the enclave is in a state of revolt! We must stop this Cur Dog. I fear the damage already done to the Enclave may not soon be healed or ever, but if we want to live here for long we will have to mount a strike at the heart of his new pack. If he is left to his unnatural urges, there will be no safehome for any druid in the Vilhon. The King has summoned some of his finest champions to the palace to aide us. He will suffer no traitor and will not allow this insurrection to grow beyond the Enclave. You know how he gets. He would have the entire forest turned to grassland in the attempt to quell this situation. He has offered us 3 nights to end this.
Guys: you are woken by your seneschals. They inform you there is a herald from the King awaiting you with matters most urgent. When you get to him, he informs you that you are expected at the palace most haste. The King will fill you in personally.
You stand in the Kings chambers. Around you are your peers and some new faces along with the King and Queen and their personal attendants. The Queen informs you “as we speak there is a siege of the Green Fortress taking place. Will you assist in this battle?
Winter has arrived early in the Vilhon and Auril’s fury has raged across the plains. Her chilling breath leaves in its wake the rozen carcasses of beasts weak and old. The summer rains provided mild temperatures and bumber crops. The beasts of the Vilhon reaped the rewards of such fortuitous weather, many giving birth to record numbers of young.
Strong has been the presence ot the wolf populations. With an amplefood source, they seem to have, along with other predatory species, grown in size and numbers. Sign’s of Malar’s presence too is widespread, though attempts to track and locate his creatures have yielded no results.
Each town, village, and city in the Phoenix Kingdom has its rumors of shapechangers, wolf attacks, sacrifices, and dark rituals. The Green Enclave has investigated every report/incident, since the Malarites are their greatest enemies, but have not been able to capture or kill a single Lycanthrope.
You have been summoned to the palace in Omrath to give council to the King on these matters. Once there the Queen informs you she believes the Enclave has been infiltrated by the Mlarites and its influence may reach its claws to the highest levels. Obviously this information holds dire implications and great consiquences. If the Enclave is being controlled by the worshippers of Malar, they must be stopped.
As it would happen, current events have forced you hand. The lead Malarite, Clevius the Traitor, issued challenge to the Grand Heirophant of the Cabal, who had been visiting the Vilhon for a short time, and won. After his victory, Clevius had the Druids body impaled on a pike in a waste pit and revealed himself as the High-Priest of Malar and Chosen of said diety. This insult was the straw that broke the proverbial camels back. The Druids had already been on the verge of revolt but when the visitor had been treated in the fashion in which she was, it insensed those who had faught to stave off the vile malarites. Infighting broke out in the compound, until finally the Malarites emerged victorious. This is the point where you become aware of the situation. The call went out across the Realms from both sides.
At your meeting in the palace, the Queen turns pale and stiffens. A ghostly shape appears as an outline within her shapely form. " Greetings, I am Sylune and I come baring details of the seige on the Enclave fort. My sister, Storm, has sent me with the location and word that things have “turned south” for the People of the Vilhon. The compound appears to be resisting magical attempts to break its shielding. Were-Aurumvorax and other Were-creatures have poured forth and dwindled the allied forces there. Your help is needed immediately. Clevius the Traitor is attempting to summon/awaken some dark creature lost to time. Your Queen has the spell and location to get you within striking range of the compound. Please Hurry!? Before he awakens the Beast."
You arrive just off the battlefield. Though Battlefield seems to stretching it a bit. It appears there may have been a total of around 30 allied forces, mostly Druids attempting to bring down the fortress of living brambles. Only 5 or 6 remain amid the 70 or so corpses, many of which are nude figures. One striking figure stands out amongst the Chaos; a silver-haired beauty, possibly half-elven. She alone seems to be havng success against the fortress.
Her last magicks apparently has had an effect, as a medium-sied portal opens just yards in front of her in the fortress wall. She looks back to you seemingly signaling you forward, when the grounds beneath you shudder and tremble with great intensity. Before you, you see massive hole appear and the fortress crumbles into its abyssal depths. Climbing from the pit, the earth still alive with motion, you see a beast of terrifying proportions. Some hundred feet long and 50 or so feet tall, this scaly biped has two enormous horns on its head, a long lashing tail, and a carapace of almost crystalline density. Its toothy maw is filled with keenly sharp teeth, each longer than a greatsword. You feel the need to run when the Bard ofShadowdale brings forth a harp and begins to sing. The ground ceases to shake and the terror in your stomaches subsides, leaving you feeling desperation. Thisbeast must be stopped …. and NOW