Morning, Starday the 22nd of Pharast 4708 AR
Three of the slain succubus’ alu-fiend daughters answered their mother’s call by magically appearing in the boudoir; only to be decimated before they could act by a hail of arrows from the Sihedron’s archers. Ton and Elshbeth charged the remaining alu-fiend; quickly dispatching her. Aubrey, peaking beneath a silken divider, mystically invoked ‘the Lost’ Harrow card on the nude stone giants in the next room. Having succumbed to the spryte’s chaotic magic, the mighty titans never reached the boudoir; having either beaten each other to death or having been felled by blows dealt to them through the silken dividers by Elshbeth and Ton.
After pausing to search the pavilion, the Sihedron ventured over to the gilded cage containing the hall’s only surviving prisoner; a well-groomed Thassilonian man who’s sanity had been shattered by eons of demonic torment. Opting to help the man, whom Aubrey mystically determined was named ‘Nelevetu Von’, the group agreed to sacrifice a precious prayer scroll they’d been keeping to help the poor soul. A few minutes of soothing speech from the charismatic spryte along with the paladin’s calming presence were sufficient to approach the cringing man in his cage. After a brief mystical prayer, Aubrey touched the man; subjecting him to the most powerful healing spell the blessed spryte could muster. Then, with a word and a flourish, the spryte turned and caused the gilded cage in which they stood to dissolve into glittering dust. And so was Nelevetu Von reborn to sanity and freedom.
Now clothed in a nobleman’s outfit offered to him by Aubrey, the ancient Thasilonian related how he’d once been a renown soldier in the Eurythnian army. Having been captured following a failed revolt which he’d led against the nation’s ruler, Runelord Sorshen, he’d been condemned to the Runeforge’s Hall of Lust as a sex slave. Given a new life by the Sihedron, the ancient soldier could not find the words to properly express his gratitude. Having recognized the time-defying magics shrouding the hall in which they stood, Aubrey detailed the unfortunate circumstance in which Nelevetu’s now found himself; were he to leave the hall’s youth-preserving interior, he would quickly succumb to the ravages of the hundred centuries he’d so far evaded. All was not hopeless however; the spryte went on to explain that Nelevetu could be brought, should he choose, to the Sihedron’s library beneath Jorgenfist; which had similar time-defying magics in place. There he could entertain scholarly pursuits amongst Varisia’s most impressive collection of new and ancient books alongside other researchers. The ancient soldier accepted eagerly. Having read a note offered to him by the spryte, Nelevetu willingly succumbed to the magics it contained; falling into a timeless slumber which would keep him alive until the Sihedron could follow through on their promise and transport him to Jorgenfist.
Once Ainsel had finished collecting the glittering dust from the disintegrated cage, the Sihedron returned to their hidden cubby in the forge’s entry passage. There they paused to divest themselves of the various things they’d collected during their explorations. Meanwhile, at Aubrey’s urging, Kivu and Ainsel discarded their magical possessions and ventured into the ruined Halls of Envy. Having explored the area earlier, Aubrey believed that Kivu would be able to disarm a dangerously malfunctioning magical rod left inside. Following Kivu’s success, the rest of the group joined her and the folletti inside to investigate a mysterious pool of metallic fluid which the Spryte called “ethillion”. Having emptied the pool’s contents into a trio of waterskins, the Sihedron discovered the drowned body of a former resident of the Halls of Envy who Aubrey mystically determined had been named ‘Elortran’.
Ready to investigate another of Runeforge’s Halls, the spryte once more transfigured himself into an earth elemental to then leave his body behind as he set out in dream-form for the Halls of Wrath. In the entry hall the dreaming spryte found a towering iron golem standing guard. The colossus sported the rune of wrath on its breastplate and was armed with a great bow. Beyond the guardian lay a dead-end, empty save for a pair of teleportation circles etched into the floor. Figuring that the circles likely led to isolated chambers somewhere nearby, the dreaming spryte began spiraling outward from the chamber to explore the surrounding stone. Eventually, he discovered three other isolated groups of connected rooms; each seemingly linked to the others by additional teleportation circles. The first combined a mess hall, barracks and training hall housing six albino humans and six wrath sinspawn. The second consisted of a single laboratory chamber where nine other albinos were diligently carrying out some form of magical flesh-shaping procedure. The final pair of chambers included naught but an atrium and a great pillared sparing chamber with a flaming ceiling and large silvered Sihedron etched into the floor. Inside the latter was a lone albino warrior armed with a burning ranseur. Aubrey surmised that she must be Athroxis; the Hall of Wrath’s headmistress. Following some consideration, the scholarly spryte came to believe that the Hall’s occupant’s odd coloration hinted at the means they’d employed to survive the eons; a combination of intense inbreeding and magical flesh-shaping to counter the hereditary deterioration.