Twilight’s End…
At four bells in the afternoon, the troops assembled at Dunwald Holdout.
Commander Vadinnar of the Argent Crusade briefed the small army: with the new weapon secured in Uldaman, but with only enough power for this one day, hours remained for the Coalition to assault the Twilight Citadel and stop the cultists once and for all. He recounted the many victories, losses and sacrifices of the coalition over the past eleven months.
On his command, the troops took their elixirs against the shadow and the void, and made their way to the Bastion of Twilight, planning an all out assault on the remaining Cult masters and their Underlord, Iso’rath.
The group entered the Bastion and found themselves in a vast chamber, empty save for void-runed anchor points for rifts. Then, a voice taunted the group. It was Allister Perrin, Master of the Cult of the Damned. The group wasted no time and began their attack. The fight proved challenging, come members becoming afflicted with shadow magic which, when not dispelled in time, coalesced into new threats added to the fight and needing to be finished.
After a hard battle, and just on the brink of defeating Perrin, the void attacked and enveloped every ally of the Coalition. The world went dark, and they found themselves in a new place, though whether reality or hallucination, none knew.
They followed the voice that called out to them, running through the chambers of the mammoth complex. Finally, Perrin was found, claiming the place to be a Vision of the Master’s ideal world. The group attacked, and an arrow flung from Raton of the Wolfmane ended him, his corpse collapsing down the stairs.
In no time, the Voidwing, brought into this world to serve as a vessel for Iso’rath, entered the chamber, soaring high overhead, while across the platform, a Faceless One appeared: Irina Dithers, Master of the Cult of the Damned, now a resurrected into this new form. The allies fought on two fronts, taking quite a few hits as they fought hard.
Ally after ally was knocked unconscious and the mission looked like it was about to fail… when the Keeper Anarkhos appeared, out of thin air. The Keeper bestow’s a blessing on the coalition members, restoring them to full health and granting them extra power. The group rise up and continue their merciless assault, ending the Faceless One and the Voidwing.
There was foe left: Iso’rath, the Underlord, his voice beckoning the allies. They rushed through the nightmare chamber and found their way down a fleshy pit, meeting the Master once and for all. The group attacked three neural tendrils, but were themselves victim to darting spikes which began knocking out allies immediately.
Those who remained finished the last of the tendrils and then, in the moment of respite, revived those they could and partially healing those who needed it most. The group then moved on, finding another flesh chamber and repeating their attack on the neural tendrils.
As the group was pummelled once again by spike, the room filled with the swirling sands of time. The Bronze Dragonflight, which had promised its aid, had come through. Reversing time, they restored the allies to full strength and health, and gifted the allies an extra blessing.
As they moved into the final chamber - the brain of Iso’rath- the group found that every single of one of their attacks repeated itself in time, thus dealing double the blow with each strike. They attacked as never before, striking down neural tendril after tendril. One those had been taken care, the entire group turned their might on the brain of the Underlord.
Just then, the chamber filled with the concentrated powers of the Arcane, Fire, Nature, Frost and Earth, as the Aspect Engine from Uldaman was activated and fired upon the brain of Iso’rath, turning flesh to ash. The brain screamed out in pain, sinking into the ground as the chamber shook. The allies fled, and as they did, the walls kept phasing between the Nightmare chamber and the Citadel’s interior.
On the Commander’s order, Magister Sungazer of the Sunreavers opened a portal to Dalaran, and the entire group managed to escape with their lives as Iso’rath, and the world he had created, were finished.
In Twilight Highlands, the land around the Twilight Citadel quakes as the entire spire begins sink downwards into the ground as the Bastion and the Underlord beneath it collapse.
Meanwhile. everyone made it back to Dalaran. As they tended to the wounded at Krasus Landing, a light snow began to fall over the city. Kirin Tor Guardians rushed to the allies and helped to escort the wounded to the infirmary or the Citadel. The rest comforted each other, and eventually scattered, seeking shelter in an inn, looking forward to finally letting their guards down and finding sleep.
Huge shout out to Vadinnar, Dungeon Master extraordinaire, for running this and most other events. You are a legend, sir.