We tracked our way into the undercity tunnels beneath Charn called “The Cogs”. It was here that we suspected that Anderwulf had taken up residence. It was once the supposed home of Vadania. We knew that he had killed her already, so why not use what was hers? At least that was our thinking.
The entrance to beneath the church was dark and filled with slimy water. It felt like a trap before we even stepped foot into it. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as my feet began to slosh through the muck and slime. Taking a deep breath I closed my eyes and listened to our surrounding sounds. Only the sound of Advar, Alanna, and Armek echoed in the chamber beyond. I decidedly took the typical approach and worked on blending with my surroundings. I wasn’t sure if that would be enough to hide my own heat pattern but I used the cool water and slime and pressed against the tunnel walls, slipping as quietly as I could forward. It wasn’t long before I realized we were not alone here. Something was on the ceiling and moving swiftly toward the others. Once again we were entrenched with the foul makings of Anderwulf. It took a bit but we managed to dispatch them but we had our own injuries to deal with and not enough time to do so. We had to continue to press forward and not give him too much time to recover from his losses.
Advar sent a flame elemental down the hall, which I am so thankful he did, as it found a huge pit trap and fell down to the ichor coated spikes below. We calculated the reset timing and all made it across safely to the final staging ground. It was a large room with half walls and a large throne type chair at the end. Sitting on his high laurels was Anderwulf. The battle ensued. I won’t lie, as it was a tough battle and even Alanna found herself winded and knocked unconscious. The quick thinking of Armek helped bring her back to her feet. Now, did I mention that Alanna had decided she was going to fight for Anderwulf? I suspected that the two had a secret love affair on the side, but now I was pretty sure I was right, as Anderwulf had taken the time to play mind games with her and make her his puppet. Her blade danced and sang for him and it was not easy dealing with her along with Anderwulf at the same time. I was thankful she was knocked unconscious or we might have all perished to her weakness for his love.
Now Advar, he kicked ass as a mage. Spells flew through the air and I had to duck a time or two or find myself within the engulfment of a fireball or two. We almost had Anderwulf in this room but he began to flee. One final strike and he turned into a fog and moved down the hall back toward the room with all the water.
My mind screamed because he was getting away once again. I took off running after him just in time to see the vapor slip below the surface of the water into a stagnant pool. I called to the others and after investigating the water, to ensure there wasn’t anything else in it,
I plunged down into the depths to find another hole that led to a room with stone sarcophagi lining the bottom. He had no other way out and we were going to end this. Several trips to the surface for air and Anderwulf was revealed resting so peaceful.
I couldn’t spend too much time gazing upon him as memories came flooding back. The way he laughed and our long nights on the hunt for Tiazee. The cold evenings and the cuddles in the sleeping bag. The way he smelled and the way he moved. Shaking my head I closed my eyes and whispered softly “see you on the other side my friend” and plunged the wooden stake deep into his chest.