You arrive at this forsaken city of Xak Tsaroth as Solinari rises high into the night, marking your appointed time. The welcoming you received was one of extreme violence! ‘Dragons do not exist’, you keep telling yourself. But there is no denying what you just saw. It is everything that Riverwind had described and more. ‘Death on Black Wings’!
With flesh melting from your bones and the burning of hell-fire coursing through your blood, you hear a calmingly familiar voice calling to you amongst the Chaos and confusion caused by Khisanth’s acid breadth. It is Goldmoon, on the steps of the ruined temple. She holds a brightly shinning blue crystal staff in her hand as she stands in front of an open set of golden doors.
‘By the mercy of the Old Gods you are in Heaven’, you think to yourself. Quickly the pain returns and you realize she is calling you to her in urgency. The rest of your companions are hurriedly making their way toward Goldmoon as they escape the fog of battle. You are not sure how much time passed from the moment you laid eyes on the dragon until the sound of your friends voice called to you, all you could feel was the pain. With a flash of blue light it was gone.
You awaken at the foot of a statue of a beautiful woman, The Goddess Mishakal. There is comfort in the statue’s eyes. You are safe; for now…
Awesome!!!