The heroes used the same potions to enter the Abyss that they had used the last time they visited Yeenoghu’s realm. Yet this time they brought Nykyr with them. They arrived in the Salt Wastes and immediately set off for Demogorgon’s forest. With the help of the deathknight they were able to navigate their way safely through.
As they exited they arrived atop a cliff deep within the Abyss. Far below them, a battle raged. They could see hordes of Gnolls and armies of Demons clashing in ferocious battle. And then, a legion of elementals who marched upon both armies, led by a fearsome warrior, who slew masses of gnolls and demons with impunity.
Not the sort to waste any time, they lept into the fray.
Nykyr stepped forward off the cliff, calmly as ever.
Oris launched himself forward, swan-diving toward the ground below.
Brom jumped forward as well, unsheathing the mighty Sword of the Grey as he fell.
Kor began scrambling downwards, and Argos loosed a trio of arrows before quickly doing the same.
Nykyr landed, his legs locked straight, and paused a moment to shake off the fall, before charging forward. Meanwhile, Oris landed and rolled, launching himself into the battle. Brom stabbed his blade into the cliff face, slowing himself and landing safely upon the ground.
The heroes rushed forward, cleaving their way through the demonic hordes. And then they met the warrior they had seen from atop the cliff. He told them his name was Valrec Praeveron, and he seemed to know of their friend, Roberts. Yet there wasn’t much time for conversation. Only enough for simple introductions, and to determine that they were on the same side. With that, they launched themselves toward the center of the battle.
A great black shard, gleaming like a fallen, misshapen pillar of glass. The whole battle seemed to revolve around it, and it glistened like it was feeding off the chaos. The heroes cleaved their way toward it. Toward Tharizdun. Their goal was to get Brom to it, so that he might destroy it with the Sword of the Grey.
As they approached, they came upon Yeenoghu and Oris rushed off to hold him. Further on they happened upon Nagil, and this time Nykyr broke off to fight him.
Yet the others pressed on toward the Shard.
As they drove forward, Oris was overwhelmed. Surrounded by Yeenoghu’s minions, the deva was outmatched. Yeenoghu took him up in his hand, and crushed the life from him.
The others felt his loss over One Heart, One Mind, yet they didn’t have the time to grieve. They were just reaching the shard. Kor broke off as they neared, to hold back the Gnolls pursuing them. He held briefly, until a gnollic axe cleaved into his skull and he fell dead as well.
Finally, Brom reached the Shard. He drew back, to stab his blade deep into the foul thing—when suddenly, a sword erupted from his chest. It drew back, and a rough hand to his shoulder spun him around.
Before him stood Argos, bloodied blade in hand. “I’m sorry Brom,” the traitor spoke, as Brom Smith fell dead at his feet.
Nagil then descended upon the shard, and only Valrec stood in his way.
The battlemage turned, and struck at the Shard himself, yet his blade was no use. He looked for the Sword of the Grey, but it had vanished. He turned then, rising in the air, and vanished in a flash of light.
Argos kneeled by the shard, looking up at Nagil, “My lord, the Shard is yours.”