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In The Whispering Vault
To have your worst memory played out before your eyes is a painful experience, but to have it played out before your closest companions, and to have to see theirs is well is close to hell. This is what the Whispering Vault did to most of us. How does this aid our quest or that of the Zanathaern People? First it was Alawan witnessing an orc attack on his hometown that killed his mother, we aided in saving the village and gained an insight into the past of our friend. Then it was Hoargoth, he became so lost in his memory he lost his memory of us and became trapped there, and another one I couldn’t save. Then Varian saving him from a gigantic monster bird long in his past. Then Amilia watching the members of her original adventuring party die in the realms of Hell. Then it was Aldaric forced to confront a dark and evil version of Danyelle accusing him of ignoring his responsibility. Then Dean being confronted with all of those who died and were lost to him when his home Lloleyn was destroyed. Then in what we can only assume was Elana’s memory we witnessed the Elven Queen Aesia give her life to save the rest of the world, after seeing this Elana lost consciousness. Then we appeared to be out of it all to find out that the mind flayers had attacked the city we ran back, only to find our quest a failure and to tell them the vault was empty, how could we fail these people who cling to hope on the edge of hopelessness. We fought at their sides, but soon everyone was stunned, or held by them, then I saw one of them kill Marrol, then it faded to black again, just some cruel twist of fat that it wasn’t real, and that Marrol who was such a young girl had to die for it, so many have died to see this quest end that we cannot allow ourselves to fail and their lives to have been in vain. Then it showed up again, the creature out of my dream, me but not me. It began to taunt me telling me I let it happen again, the things it was saying about all of this being my fault the only thing I could think to do was to attack the thing as if that would somehow prove it wrong. Once again it proved folly because upon slaying this creature a dragon of some sorts grew out of its remains, we fought with everything we had, we took down the great beast and as the dust settled around the fight we saw him sitting there, Zanath at last.

From the journal of Jerick

Contributor: Nick Pullou