The Feywild - Heroes' Feast Flavors of the Multiverse
The Feywild. TIME TO MAKE A STAND! Utilizing the astral gateways of Sigil, and pursued by CHAHD'S SKELETAL HORDES, our heroes retreat to THE FEYWILD to finally confront the villainous VAMPEER! If only a proper plan might spring from mine head-guts! Fleeing this City of Doors in terror stricken cowardice, we spring forth through the door once, only to spring backwards twice! A sandy hellscape! Door! A kingdom under the sea! And but always one door behind us, slender, pallid, skinless fiends sneering their death-mask smirks that nearly cry out from lipless teeth, "We know your idiocy!" Skeletons. With their diabolical sarcastic grins! And always, a velveteen capèd incubus with pasted yellow hair. Chahd, the Betrayer. Vampyr. Zounds! We must find a place to hide! Alas, my senses are assailed by cheery, cherry mists, flitting faerie feathers, and sweet winds that do breeze from welcoming vanilla skies. I have found the place I seek, and hence proclaimed unto my charge: "Friends! Behold the Feywild! Brightest twin to darkest Shadowfell. 'Tis here that Chahd and his undead minions will be weakest. 'Tis here, we will make our final stand." Tyr protect our flight, for in twinkling twilight, Dint's stubby, creaking legs lose pace with us. And as I fall back to assist, I fall back into shifty old Bri'An. True Bri'An, the one who wonders to himself why he bothers to talk this crappy, pious cleric talk. The one who notices the others are several paces ahead. The one who should break open Dint's bronze paunch, steal back his jewels, and be off before all is dead. And yet I don't do it. Dint snorts unhappily. My clockwork ticks with the tockings of bitterness. As I am not designed to resolve gnomish emotions, I find this tocking distressing. My business is ruined. My ticks and tocks want only of return...to my ruined spellship Dashor. Morning comes, and I sup upon Seelie Court Cheese and Potato Soup from this nameless eladrin inn we have sheltered in. The others are mortuarily...