Titans of Moradin

The Unnatural Forest

Lyrandyr d’Bergeron

The air grows cold, still. The stones around Kendalius begin to rime with felfrost. Lyrandyr turns to the rest of the party: “Mayhaps, friends, it would be best if we gave our sinister friend some room. Let us away.” Behind him, the runes begin to glow with black fire. “There’s nothing happening here that any of you would care to see, I think – now, or in your nightmares later.” He ushers the party away, back towards the entrance to the unnatural forest. Half-elf though he may be, forests have always make Lyrandyr uncomfortable, and this one, planted in the midst of an ancient tomb, moreso than most – but even these living trees, their roots wrapped around who-knows-what ancient atrocity, are preferable to whatever… thing… might manifest inside those runes. As they walk away, Lyrandyr spares a glance for the frost-shrouded elf behind him. “Be careful, friend – there are eyes here even you cannot see, and not all of them are so tolerant of your… excesses as we.”



The ritual having seemingly failed, Kendalius gathers his ritual implements and follows Lyrandyr back to the forest where they setup camp for the evening. In the middle of what passes for evening in this tomb, Kendalius awakens screaming, in obvious pain; for Asmodeus demands pain as well as blood in his sacrifices.

Sitting up, his nose bleeding, Kendalius looks up at his now alert comrades. “Tis’ a beast of cold and decay. It fears the light.” Collapsing back upon his bedroll, Kendalius notices one of the stones that inhabit this forest standing over him. “Bad dreams fleshling?” the stone inquires. Kendalius swears he can almost hear the stone laugh behind the monotone voice in his head.

The Unnatural Forest

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