Born to be Wyld!

We were stumped. We were confronted by a serpent we could not seem to attack or pass and by a lizard shaped behemoth that keeps dropping from the sky.

Naar's hair was already disheveled and his muscles strained from evading the behemoths dropping out of the sky. Drifter was already sweat slicked in the engine room and was showing signs of exertion. Some of the landlubbers on board were showing some signs of nausea.

We finally decided to take the Dolphin inside. Our Sidereal friend had this nifty charm on the Dolphin and we moved in unscathed but surrounded by an army of poppets. It was definitely not a good idea to attack the noble of this place with more than a full legion of hostiles behind us.

Raging Snowstorm and I discussed our options and tried a major gamble. He summoned the power of the Unconquered Sun redirecting their frustration and blood lust towards our own target. Many of them were swayed by his righteous indignation but some resisted. With a considerable amount of their army at our command, we made short work of them.

As we mounted an attack towards the castle, the Raksha used his shaping abilities remove the small army from our command, so we entered alone. He was so arrogant in his belief that he was invincible, it came as a horrible and complete surprise when he was put down easily by our Sidereal Companion.

The look on his face was priceless. The reality of the area was dissolving when we came out of the serpent's butt. We returned to the Arc of First Light and we were able to continue on.