[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Andy]

Renata, Renault, and Raye all worked together to destroy the remaining morphs at the lower landing, while Lennox and Tiras charged passed them and up the stairs to deal with the silenced 'leader.' The two fought as well as could be, a shadowed blade and a burning blade striving together now to end the abomination. The leader in question, however, was brilliant in the fight as well. He dodged masterfully, taking few enough hits as it were before the silence spell wore off. Unfortunately, just as he finished the incantation for his tome, Lennox thrust his sword through the morph's heart as Tiras removed his head.

The body dissolved, and Dyrnwyn's fire ate everything left.

Except the tome.

Not for lack of trying. The flames attempted to eat the tome, but a burst of darkness extinguished them all.

Tiras looked at the tome. He could feel its draw, the oblivion, the abyss, looking back at him.

Leave me where I lay, boy. Tiras clutched his head as the spirit's voice echoed in his mind. Wert thou to attempt my power now, thou wouldst end up like my last wielder, a wretched ruin of a man trying to reclaim what was long ago lost from him. When thou art ready, I shall beckon to thee, like unto Persephone's call. Wait patiently for that day, and increase thy power in anticipation.

The knight averted his eyes, looking around, and gladly saw that Renata and Raye had finished off their opponents. Bishop Renault was looking for something, looking at the places the staff wielders had died, at the staves they had dropped.