A Malevolent Rebirth: A D&D Story

| Call to Arms | Wasteland of Evergreen | Part 1 |

The party awakens. With a newfound comradery, a plan to enact, and some semblance of hope on the horizon, the party packs up their camp and begins the journey back to The Pit.

The group sees the outskirts of The Pits encampment in the distance. The two-day travel nearing the third day as the group was thrown off course by the occasional dust storms.

Errich panting looks off towards the large flame that illuminates the center of The Pit.

"We're close, we can either push it or rest."

Zasheida walks up behind him.

"I for one vote we rest, I don't know how much sleep we'll get once we initiate our plan."

Alain laying down his bedroll calls out from behind the group.

"A valid assessment. I could use some last-minute rest."

Errich sits down in the sand.

"Jackson can keep rest all night. I'll stay up for two hours with him. Let's all sleep tonight."

So they rest. Errich's dreams have been odd the last few days. He's had visions of war, storms with crimson lightning, abhorrent monstrosities, death. This night however is different, this dream is more vivid, more focused. As he sleeps, he dreams of a great war. A war between the allied forces of Brimstone, Elvenspire, the gods, and the devils against the dark forces of Daroot being led by some supremely powerful and dark entity. But this dream unlike the flashes of the previous one is viewed through the eyes of an armored human man leading the charge on the front lines. 

As the dream goes on the man he's been experiencing this war through faces off against a powerful spell caster, and five exceptionally strong warriors. This man is gravely injured after barely defeating the five warriors off, and weakening the caster. 

The dream leaps to a different point in time, the man manages to trick the dark entity into thinking he was dead, grabbed hold of him and allowing the mage council of old to seal it in the abyss, this man, this hero escaped the sealing but his injuries were too fatal and he dies.

Errich then views the dream from some unknown eyes, he sees the soul of this hero bound to Yuta per his dying request. The hero chose to bind his soul in a sword to be used to vanquish any powerful beings should they ever arise. 

The dream leaps again into the eyes of someone new, a man in a temple, a temple of Yuan-Ti design. Valium, a Yuan-Ti Pit Master that failed to become an anathema, so close to godhood yet he fell so far and failed his people. His failure driving him to insanity, driving him to a failed ritual that was meant to fully transform him, truly making him an abomination. Valium doesn't gain the full capabilities of a yuan-ti anathema, but he does become stronger than the typical Pit Master. 

He seeks necromancy, dark magic he can use to raise an army of the dead, an army for himself, an army to enslave the humans as dead cannon fodder and bring his race back to glory. 

He descended into the pits of a human settlement to gather bodies and found himself trapped in some otherworldly plane with only a handful of his undead. Before him lay a sword of tremendous power, the sword spoke and told Valium to protect this chamber, for if he did he would be given the strength he so desired, so there he waited. Slowly going mad, slowly losing purpose, now all he knows is, he must protect this room until his final breath.

Errich awakens at dawn, the sword in his hand. He sits up and looks off into the desert and thinks on his dream, then he turns to his group and starts to make a meal.

The group awakens, they eat, they pack and they make their way towards The Pit. Errich keeping his dream to himself until he and his group have time to decipher it, time to truly handle another issue.