Kalazan emerges from the stifling heat of the laboratory into the biting chill of the mountain's high ledge, far above the nursery tunnels.
The wind rips across the exposed rock of Crag Crimson Rise. Below, the forest canopy of Willow Dale sways like a dark, restless sea.
Unit Captain Brann
The smoke is not just rising, my lord. It is seeking the cracks in the masonry like it has a mind of its own.
Kalazan
The stone here is colder than the dungeon floors.
Princess Dire Ant
The scent of ancient oil and decay clings to the stone, choking the mountain's spirit.
Kalazan plants his staff firmly into the granite. The ground beneath the ridge pulses once, rhythmically, as if the mountain itself is fighting the oily rot spreading from the fissure.
+ Scene Quest Added
Investigate the oily rot spreading from the fissure
+ Story Quest Added
Purge the corruption threatening the mountain's spirit
“I turn the smoke to sweet air”
SUCCESS (Legendary Conjuration arcana, rolled -2)
Kalazan
By the rites of the earth, I claim this air for my own. Be purified.
Kalazan channels his arcane core, weaving shimmering threads of white light into the swirling black soot.
The dark, choking oil loses its viscosity, dissolving into a fine mist of honeysuckle and mountain spring scent.
Unit Captain Brann
The stench... it vanishes. You have turned the corruption into something harmless.
Princess Dire Ant
The master has mastered the rot. My mandibles no longer ache with the pressure of that foul vapor.
Suddenly, a muffled, grinding vibration echoes from deep within the fissure, causing the ledge to tremble beneath Kalazan's hooves.
Quest Complete
Investigate the oily rot spreading from the fissure
Quest Complete
Purge the corruption threatening the mountain's spirit