A fiery red landscape met the group of warriors headed into battle. The Feywild was nothing like previously known. Instead of lush greenery or exotic flora and fauna, there was an enormous black volcano spewing glowing lava from its core. Instead of a whole land there were chunks of terrain floating around a red void. It looked like the small chunks of land were trying to get away from the showering lava.  … More Shifting Lands

It took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the slashing wind that whipped at the frostbitten peaks they were on. When the wind died down a bit they saw their final opponents lined up on either side of them along the walls of the highest battlements in the spire. At the end of their undead procession was Vestra Loveless sitting astride a massive undead white dragon. Flesh hung off of it in chunks and they could see inside to the fleshy bits inside the body. Vestra smiled at them from atop the dragon and exclaimed into the air, … More Nightmare of the Lost: Part 10

The next day dawned, and although the Hand of Destiny was happy at the resurrection of Fafnir, they dreaded what they had to do next. Up until now they had pretty much ignored the Queen of Ash. They knew she was in the Feywild. They knew she was amassing power like no other. She was killing minor gods and using them to experiment. Something was in the works. If they didn’t stop her soon, she would manage to complete what she wanted and they would have no chance at success. … More Volunteers

This was it, the final barrier between the adventurers BaRuhk and Sukra had put together was swinging open. In the empty space where the door opened was another undead. It was a lieutenant of the necromancer, which they now knew to be Vestra Loveless. He was dressed in white hued leathers and furs, and carried simple weaponry. The rest of him was sloughing off slowly, catching in the furs he wore and dangling in the cold wind. He gestured to them to follow and disappeared through the open doorway.  … More Nightmare of the Lost: Part 9