From the Journal of Arroan Roj-Aires: Day 4, Earliest Morning: I grew very tired writing my last entry, and so I attempted to sleep. But alas, I could not drift into a deep slumber as the excitement of the previous day continued to stimulate my mind. Perhaps if I write of the day’s thrilling conclusion in this journal my mind will finally be at peace and I shall be able to rest.
After I shot Everett between the eyes, he retaliated in a most vicious manner, knocking me momentarily unconscious. I woke to the healing hand of Laurel, and saw that Aquelle had also been struck down.
Pieter stepped boldly to Everett, lifted his hands to the air, and bellowed “I DON’T KNOW”. He later explained to me that this was his Oath of Enmity. Everett became eerily still, and then his hands turned to ice, and then slowly the rest of his body did the same. A rhythmic sound, like a ‘rat-a-tat-a-tat’ could be heard. The sounds stopped, and then the demon’s heart, frozen in solid ice, burst through his back and landed somewhere across the room. I stared, dumbfounded, for several moments, and I threw up in my mouth a little bit.
At this point, Everett was clearly dead, but the machine in the center of the room kept running and it was still attached to Melian and Odo. Aquelle determined that the machine was magic. Completely ignoring this information, I decided that brute force should be tried against the contraption. I took aim at the heart of the machine, but my arrow missed wildly and ended up jamming a vent shut. Pressure began to rapidly build in the device, and it seemed that our time was running out. Pieter turned to me and shrugged. He then punched and shattered a crystal globe attached to the machine. The machine began behaving erratically. Brute force seemed to be having an effect.
Laurel sprung into action, closing off the tubes hooked up to Melian and Odo. Aquelle followed by slicing through the tubes as quickly as she could. Pieter grabbed Odo and I the graceful Melian just as the machine began to shake itself apart. We hit the ground and the machine exploded with a deafening sound. Parts rained to the ground for several seconds afterword, and the room was filled with smoke.
When the smoke finally lifted we saw among the remains of the machine a naked woman, curled on the ground in the fetal position. She was covered with familiar looking tattoos, one being a raven around her left eye. She rose to her feet and asked, “where is Everett?” Pieter kicked Evertt’s frozen heart toward the woman. She seemed to understand perfectly. She then snapped her fingers and was suddenly covered by a green cloak. “To whom do I owe the pleasure?” Pieter excitedly rasied his hand. Ordinarily I might have been jealous, but at that time I had the great pleasure of holding the lovely Melian, who’s beauty far surpassed that of the tattooed woman.
We took turns telling the story of what had happened over the course of the last several days. At the end, the woman looked pleased and paid us a considerable financial reward. She also gave us three moonstones and her strange green cloak, which felt slightly acidic to the touch. She then told us that we were free to pass as she opened a portal. Before we stepped through, Pieter turned to her and asked, “is there anything else?” She replied, “yes, you may call us… me Katryn.”
On the other side of the portal we found ourselves in a place familiar to the others but foreign to myself. A note was left on the foundation where a building had once stood. The note made mention of a debt the party owes, the Shadowfell, and the Raven Queen.