In Tolaria

Session 43: Winter's Teeth

A song she heard
Of cold that gathers
Like winter’s tongue
Among the shadows
It rose like blackness
In the sky
That on volcano’s
Vomit rise
A Stone of ruin
From burn to chill
Like black moonrise
Her voice fell still… ― Robert Fanney

The party emerges from the Shadowfell into a Tolar gripped by a dread Winter. Who knows how much time has passed? Missiles of icy-electrical power bombard the city, coming from the chasm opened by the fall of the Tear of Selûne. Dodging through the ruined quarter, the party determines they will seek out the source of the bombardment and put a stop to it.

Shadows flicker and follow, dogging their steps. They resolve into a band of hideous aberrations, the kinds of creatures the party fought in the depths of the chasm. Creatures that now seem to be freely roaming the surface … The party is victorious after a fierce fight and they press on towards the chasm through the night …



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