Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Days later, Azmodeth meets a known planestraveller form the city of doors itself, Sigil.
This planestravelling warlock let slip that he knew of Tanar'ri and could even summon one.



Azmodeth took it upon herself to ask him for such services, in the name of her research of course.

They decided a secluded area with defensive wards and some time to prepare was needed.
They found some abandoned ruins and began discussing what was to start.



Here they are now casting defensive spells, having planned out the strategy, Vyx one of Azmodeth's brighter apprentice's has agreed to contractually work on the research with Azmodeth for a small commission of 2500 daily until the job is done or is abandoned. She will also be translating Abssyal this day.



Azmodeth is going to be standing were the wards are on the other side of the others, to draw the attention of the Demon when it is summoned.





Finally the preparations are done and the summoning begins. Azmodeth may have tried the summoning spells the Guide was sharing, but they fell out of eachother, and Azmodeth is no longer part of the keep, nor cares to associate with them anymore.



After draining the life from the demon and then freezing it in place for a few moments, the demon spoke, laughed and disappeared, Leaving behind the Fiery powerful essence in which Azmodeth needed.



Azmodeth motions her apprentice, to snatch up the essence that was left in the wake, whilst Azmodeth herself double checks if the dimensional anchoring was still in place as well as other wards, not wanting any tricks, satisfied that the Demon could only have left by the means he came, the party clears off and heads back to civilization.

With the power to convert the essence at will, and the contained power of some of Baator itself, Azmodteh offered this to the Temple of Gond, on the th day of Ippensheir to be tribute for all the Dieties effort in invention, and to help power their next vision, and bring it to life.


((removing the convert essence and flames of the balor from inventory))

Afterwards, there was some remnant faint fire essence left, and Azmodeth took it graciously,
and offered the temple a Star Sapphire in thanks, and in donation to the church.

*Azmodeth spends sometime consulting her notes, to continue in her research

After many many hours, Azmodeth starts to fit a new and improved armor onto one of her many apprentices . . .



after some cleaning . . .all polished and ready to be enchanted . .
Testing its flexibility, its strength, so far so good...

Thanks to Thunder's apprentice, the material was made flexible and light weight,
the whole suit, magically only weighing 5lbs !!

The weight came at the cost of great protection, it is no longer as hardy as it once was against Fire. A major draw back for a frostmage, but almost ironically expected.

Azmodeth now has only a small amount of fire essence left, in hopes of further infusions, Azmodeth brings it to proximity to a Balor. . .

winters cape . . .

Azmodeths Frostmage of Aurils cloak . . .

Azmodeth 99% perfected . .

*Oddly outside of Naskel, nearing the peaks, Azmodeth found some broken parts . .
she thought to pick them up, then stopped having noticed by some Giants, the ran off before they could tackle her.

She plans to go back and see if she can find the broken parts again, they might prove useful in experimentations.

Now what use is Azmodeth without her shield . . .



That too, needed reinforcing . .

Earlier today . . .Along the tradeway south, after a intense moment of stress, facing her adversaries . .

Azmodeth finds herself, in a barren waste land torn asunder from elemental turmoil . .

Wandering the plane, that resembles Baator, The two of them, Charbreen and Azmodeth,
happen upon a Gem, shaped like a diamond, and circled by magical wards and many stones.
Laid around them, a wasteland of a battle, bodies of many adventurers from the sword coast.
Seen in the distance , not far away, but barely translucent enough to be real, the very same Mirror, but it it looking outwards...

The gem, hangs there in the air, spinning slowly..
Azmodeth begins to circle the stones, and the gem begins to speak, asking what is desired.

"I want the power of Ice and Fire, to conquer all and cover the world in darkness if I chose!"

The gem, creates a Golem of fire and ice, who later speaks to her..

Pointing out flaws in the concept, and desire.. the entropy of oppositional forces..
Balancing too much on one plate, not being articulate in what she wants..
After some time, Azmodeth realize why the place is barren...
Her heart, her very soul has been shaved, by too many desires,
too many distractions and contradictions. She must begin to center herself.


She spends a few moments, sitting down, staring at the gem.
Remembering her roots.Remembering why she came to the sword coast,
who she is, what is important to her.
She then turns to Charbreena, sho has been there this whole time,
beckoning to her, helping her, ushering her words of encouragement.
They had been falling on deaf ears.
The chiming in her ears overencompassing.

She then draws attention to the circle, and forgets about fire.
Forgets about useless wants and desires and centers herself.
She closes her eyes, and breathes out...
she was holding her breath excessively this whole time..

She relinquishes some stress... she looks to her hands, balled up into fists
Lets them open, slowly, and feels the atmosphere on her finger tips.
Cold starts to set in. Lights begin to dim, and refract around her.
The hot and arid humidity begins to wither as shadowy cold darkness set.
Some of the wards begin to rash around the Gem. She doesn't notice.
Her eyes close again, and the atmosphere of the place slightly starts changing.

They wake up in abit of the foresty parts of the trade way south . . .
They're journey together only just begins . . .


Azmodeth : "So what now Charbear ? where should we go?"

Charbreena : "Up to you. Where do you think?"

Azmodeth : "You got snow shoes? " *She smirks*

Azmodeth has been seen, with abit more kick in her step, a few more smiles of late.
Tranquility and peace of mind set in, as she is whole and one again.
Her very frost Armor, starts to rebuild itself, around her, grafting to her skin and comforting her in its icy embrace, lovingly and very much alive.