I’m a little mortified at what we did, I think we might have unleashed something worse upon this world then even Corric.

I’m a little jumbled up right now so let me see if I can remember all that happened today.

That morning we got a sending from Corric saying basically ‘let’s end this,’ he sounded a little humm… I think defeated is the best word for it all. Maybe this war had been dragging on for too long. It worked out for us because Krilla let us know we only had one more day till Vecna comes out. He said for us to meet him at the statues in the city. We gave our troops over to the Sultan to continue the war.

When we arrived at an empty Hero’s End he was not there, we looked around and there was a note pinned onto one of the statues, whose I really don’t remember; anyways it basically said he was tired of waiting for us while looking at our ugly mugs so he left.

We quickly flew to the spot that Corric left in his note. We met him in this clearing in the woods a couple hours walk from Heroes End there was this ring of stones surrounding it. We were untrusting about them and Corric seemed anxious and annoyed about our cautiousness. When we stepped in he had that usual smug grin on his face, yet this time he also had an air of finality about him. His words have kind of blurred in my mind together, but I do remember the sense of finality about it and he seemed I guess content about what was going to happen. Then I think I realized this was happening.

He drew his blades and the battle started. It didn’t even seem that difficult the main concern was us killing him before we could inject him with the anti-magic. The first time Krilla managed to stab him right in the heart with it, he screamed on pain and was really confused about it yelling at us asking ‘what did we do?’ which we didn’t give him a reply to. Then suddenly Ferak tried and missed the next one so it became up to me to try to get in there and stab him a couple more times. Finally I managed to do so, but in return my god… I think we unleashed something even worse onto the world.

It turns out that vial of anti-magic had a consciousness and was looking for a suitable host, with one goal on mind, to remove all magic from this world. This thing took over him and his mannerisms became twitchy and, that cocky grin became something that I think I’ll see in my nightmares for the rest of my life. That thing even thanked us for finding it a suitable host for it and how it’s been waiting a long time for this moment. That thing was tough Ferak and I could barely hit it even. Somehow Krilla managed to kill it when her flail hit though a black sludge came spraying from his body. Ferak standing nearby tried to collect Corric’s soul but it seemed that thing can even dissolve souls.

We spent the rest of the morning trying to clean up that black spill across the earth, but nothing was working. It seemed as if magic could not interact with it in any way, in the end there was nothing for us to do, we had to unfortunately walk away. I’m a little horrified at what we accidently released onto this plane.

We shortly afterwards got word that most of Corric’s army was captured or fled, it seemed that the forsaken and the tulgar could tell that their leader was dead.

With that we had a promise to keep while we had a bit of time before Vecna comes out. So Ferak teleported us to the King’s Highway. It was a quick battle and it seemed that even Torag had fun in his last moments. The only interesting fact though that came out of it was when we were leaving there was a crowd of demons heading our way, so I quickly got us out of there before they spotted us. I wonder what they were doing there.

Back at the codex with Kaz we had to figure out where Vecna was going to show up, so after a few hours of talking and debate we figure out the most likely of places and I teleported us there. It was a wide open field and all around from the black sky there was black lightning every so often. We definitely figured out the right spot. Ferak and I are now bunkered down into the exodus knife’s refuge while Krilla decided to turn into a statue by her ring to make sure nothing happens.

Well tomorrow the world will change, and the old gods will be gone and the material plane will be safe from the Dusk Wars. It’ll be a very long time before people realise their gods are gone I think.