From the Journal of Redemption of Armarius Tiber-Farrum
It had been two weeks since my infiltration of the Rekaad mining outpost, I knew that Kildrak and his allies should be close to me but there had been no word. Gyyrune was always attended by two risen Teifling brethren, likely the same fate he had in mind for me when he struck me with his dark magics in that temple in Tyrrn. Little did he know I was close enough to put my new blade through his heart, I just needed to wait for the proper time to strike. A bloody and beaten raider came into the base reporting that they had come across a very formidable party of adventurers while attacking a Dwarven outpost not far up in the tunnels. The party consisted of a Gnome, Deva, 2 Dragonborn, a Human and a Dwarf; this had to be Kildrak and his allies. Arandur described Kildrak at nauseum to me before I set out and what would stand out the most in the caverns gloom was the sigil on his shield. I summoned forth my arcane familiar and set it to its task, find Kildrak Stoneheart and report back to me. The undetectable sprite came back much sooner than I had anticipated but by that time Gyyrune had everyone in the base mustering to strengthen defenses, including setting his sister to summoning a powerful devil.
Kildrak and his allies were close just on the other side of the Hellstew cavern, they would likely be coming by way of the ancient Duragar entrance to Rekaad. I had hoped to get more time to sneak away to make contact with Kildrak and plan a coordinated attack, but that plan was quickly put to rest. Explosions had rocked the cavern roars of battle and the sound of the the dragon spawn were echoing into the cavernous room where Gyyrune was preparing to meet the party head on. Gyyrune still hadn’t realized that I was there, he barked an order at me to take a group of devils to await the coming battle and flank Kildrak’s Party. The moments passed with very little pause in the sounds of battle, then they stopped suddenly. The tense moments passed as I waited among these enemies, I ordered the devils to hold their ground and follow my charge I would have to reveal myself in the midst of the combat.
The light from the Hellstew gave a dim light to the cavern as Gyyrune started to boast that he would destroy the intruders there was a sudden twang of a Crossbow firing and a shout of surprise from Gyrrune at the far end of the cavern. There were more shots fired through the dim light of the cavern in Gyyrune’s direction and I waited for the first sign of one of my soon to be allies to help me take out Gyyrune. There was a high note strung on the air and I heard the echo of a splash of something falling into the Hellstew, most likely an enemy. The first ambush party in an alcove on the other side of the cavern joined the battle and I saw a small figure that seemed to be running across the Hellstew. Then a stout figure appeared at the end of the narrow tunnel that led to where I was waiting in front of the large group of lesser devils, I recognized Kildrak from the sigil on his shieldat once. I ran to get beside him calling him by name as I approached there was no hesitation in his strike, as he began to smash his hammer at my ribcage I shouted for him to stay his strike but to no avail. Arandor had said he was stubborn and a heavy drinker but I didn’t expect him to be that stubborn nor drunken when he entered a life or death battle. Despite having my ribs fractured I turned and lashed out with my conjured blade of annihilation to cut down the first devil that was following behind me the look of surprise was quite satisfying as I absorbed a portion of its life-force.
Kildrak seemed to take the message that I was not going to attack him but the rest of them didn’t seem to get the message, between slashing at the devils and being attacked by Kildrak’s allies it was difficult to explain my actions. I heard chanting coming from the other side of the Hellstew, Gyyrune was trying to summon some fell creature from the Shadowdark. Kildrak and I had cut down four or five of the devils but I had to do something to try and disrupt Gyyrunes summoning, I told Kildrak that it was going for Gyyrune, using my arcane powers to slip out of his hammers reach just in case he tried to hit me again. There were calls from the Deva, likely a dog of the Talon judging from her arraignments, not to trust me that they should attack me as well after I summoned my infernal ally, a Spined Devil bound in thrall to me. I commanded it to attack Gyyrune where he huddled behind a boulder avoiding deadly accurate fire from a ranger that was facing down the first ambush party. There was a commotion that sounded like a mix between a roar and some monster clearing its throat. Looking over my shoulder I saw the Dragonborn Paladin hurl a ball of frozen cold that exploded among the devils on the far side of the cavern by the ranger, freezing many of them solid.
A massive cloud of blackness appeared behind me engulfing the devils, Kildrak and the paladin, the sound of battle rang from the darkness but I could not see it. Than Gyyrunes chanting hit a crescendo then stopped and to my dismay a hulking insectoid figure seemed to coalesce through the stones of the cavern then began wreaking havoc. . I composed myself for battle, called upon my Devils Boon granting me the wings and protective spines of my thrall flew into the air and drove my blade of energy into the back of the massive hulk cowing it from the Idea of attacking me with my majesty. The Hulk turned to crush the Dragonborn with both of its massive claws then brought him into its clicking mandibles, as the Dragonborn’s blood flowed he howled in pain and struck back. The Gnome cast an arcane healing spell to keep him from dying. This beast joining the fight was not expected I had taken more damage than I had anticipated in a very short time. The dragonspawn pet Gyyrune kept was hurling fiery blasts at everything in range, the devilish minions were swarming to attack me at that point as well. The Ranger cast a portal onto the shoreline by the rushing Hellstew, appeared close to Gyyrune and started unleashing death in his direction. I called out to Kildrak appealing to him that I was not an enemy but an ally, but he seemed to not understand my plea.
There was a shout and a splash as I looked back the ranger had been flung backward into the rushing Hellstew, I cast an attack at the Hulk and flew to the ranger’s aide. After helping him from the rushing river he and the rest of his allies got the hint that I was there help them, the ranger and I focused our attacks on Gyyrune to drive him back. Gyyrune managed to use his infernal powers to throw the ranger back into the Hellstew and he was swept away by the rushing waters. As I saw it happen my heart sank, the Hulk was oozing a black ichor that must have been its blood but the outlook was grim, all of Kildrak’s allies looked ragged, they seemed to had been fighting constantly for the last week; the hulk was still in good fighting condition, and it was playing tricks with their minds. I focused my wrath on Gyyrune, if I could destroy him, the creature he had summoned should go back to the Shadowdark. As I faced down Gyyrune his chilling attacks took little toll on me from the cold imbued into my very blood. The battle raged and after a few moments I heard the strum of the crossbow again join the clamor behind me, that was a welcomed sound.
I struck a mighty blow against my vowed foe after he spouted some garbage about destroying me, he clutched his side and began to retreat to a tunnel at the back of the cavern; but I was too fast for him. I cut off his escape by summoning a storm of icy shards that pushed Gyyrune back and the light left his eyes as he slipped into unconsciousness. The satisfaction of his death would have appeased my vengeful infernal prince’s nature but the newly found good inside of me thought of the big picture, with his death the solution to the plague would elude us for gods knew how long. So against my infernal nature I stopped the raging storm of icy shards before it removed the last threads of life from Gyyrune’s body, turning I saw the massive creature begin to sink into the floor and I took a sigh of relief but too soon. It rose through the floor a short distance away from where it had gone into the floor, it gazed at the allies with strange alien eyes and drove them all mad once again. I flew forward shouting in my most intimidating form drawing on my infernal heritage and cowing the beast once again, it quickly abandoned its assault retreating back to the Shadowdark. Kildrak still maddened slammed his hammer into the Dragonborn’s temple and he fell to the ground in a heap dying. The others shouted and called out to him to stop but he could not shake the madness but before he could strike at the helpless ally he was moved by arcane forces and stuck at the closest ally he could. After the attack he shook the madness he and the others killed the last devil that remained then rushed to take care of the downed paladin. I have to be prepared for the coming interrogation of Gyyrune, convincing Kildrak and the others to ignore the ranting of the hatemonger in their midst will not be easy given my heritage but I must face this; I will stop this plague that has been set upon the first work and redeem my people of the dark past that hangs over us.