4/8/2026
While resting at the fountain, Cedris, finally having left her room, flew in on Onyx and joined the party. At the same time, a dwarf appeared from a different path within the park. Before introductions could happen, while Faelyn was… offering some water to the new arrival, more undead rose from the much surrounding the fountain and attacked the party. Ready for the ambush, the group made short work of the assault, pausing for a moment to catch their breath one more time, and filling their waterskins with the fountain water which seemed exceptionally pure.
Making their way through the city again, with their new friend, Izadora Drakenforge, they managed to creep through the upper city unnoticed, eventually stopping at the gate of the citadel overlooking the city. Inside they heard voices, deep and guttural, talking about reps, squats, maxes, and an excessive use of the word Bro. But most importantly, they heard a name that resonated with Drafous, Ember, and Revon. Zanzer Tem had sent them to hunt someone. Revon, filled with anger, stepped through the gate, and was immediately met with sorcerous energy. The trio worked quickly and efficiently, each using their magical gifts with practiced synergy and precision. The group managed to prevail, but not without great cost. Drafous’s light was extinguished, as he shed his crystal husk. His death only fueled the party to fight more fervently though, and the three Dragonborn Douchebags were slain. On their persons were scrolls of something mystical, something that defied reality. Scrolls to Raise the Dead. Closing and locking the gates to the citadel, they sought privacy and security. Some hours later, with Revon’s master guidance and help from the group, Drafous was restored to life. With their numbers restored and rested, ready for battle, they approached the citadel itself, not sure what would lie on the other side of the doors.