Dear Dream Journal,
The time had come in my spiritual journey to take the next step. The first of my disciples was prepared to be embraced by the warmth of Rhollor. Abaraxia has expressed her desire to worship Rhollor for some time. She was forced to affirm this choice three more times before we were ready to begin. Once to her mentor along the path of Tritherion. Once to Cicada, and once to myself. Thus satisfied that she was serious about this endeavor I contacted Rhollortron, the mouth of Rhollor. We asked it 5 questions.
Will Rhollor accept the worship of this paladin? – Maybe
Will you grant us visions of a quest to prove her worthiness? – One
Will you grant us a boon on this quest? – Perhaps
Does it please Rhollor for Remidon to control the Eastern Marches? – Irrellevent
Is Remidon a lawful influence? – unclear
True to its word Rhollortron granted Abaraxia one vision of her quest. The meaning was to clear, she was to slay the succubus/dream bandit that works for her mother. It was heavily implied that she had a day to complete this task. As both good and bad luck would have it the dwarven brewer from the lodge of the bear was taken into the temple for healing at this time. He was attacked by a shadowy yet comely figure at the lodge. Suspecting the succubus was involved we traveled to the lodge to investigate. We discovered the hydra head was missing. Abaraxia found a nail fragment from the assailant's talon. I used it to scry on the Succubus and found her in the sunless citadel. We watched her plane shift from the lower tunnels in the bowels below the citadel.
I teleported us to the sunless citadel, and brazenly contacted the succubus via a contact other plane spell. She agreed to meet us that day, but was infuriatingly non specific about the hour. She also seemed annoyingly pleased with herself. While waiting for her we encountered and dispatched some hell hounds and discovered a secret alcove with the tomb of a paladin of Pelor. We dispatched the golem tomb guardians with cold hard steel. Yes, I condescended to use a sword, and was surprisingly good at it.
We discovered a suit of armor, a shield and a sword with sun iconography. Abby donned the gear and was granted a vision by the spirit of the Pelorian Paladin. When the time comes you will have to make a choice. Wrath or Mercy. You will know the moment when it comes.
Around this time we heard the succubus calling us to the room at the top of the well. I let Abaraxia pilot the disc and carry us both up the well. The succubus had brought help, an imp and a snake bearded fiend. The imp failed to catch us in its net trap, I failed to banish Snake Beard. I dispatched the imp with cantrips while Abaraxia banished Snake Beard to the bottom of the well. Harry Turtledove thunder gunned Snake Beard on his long climb back to the top, while Abaraxia dealt with the succubus one on one. The succubus was irritatingly smug even in her defeat. Peloradin beseeched Aby to be merciful and not slay the succubus. I beseeched Rhollortron to block the dream bandit from re-entering the material plane. Abaraxia smote the succubus and completed her quest. Dedicating her life and service to the everburning flame of Rhollor. As it was foretold in the chronicles of flame "The fifth angel shall blow his trumpet and a star will fall from heaven to earth. Both life and death will be her dominion. The keys of light and darkness shall be hers to command."
As the elation and adrenaline wore off I was haunted by what the Rhollortron said to me. Remidon's influence is irrellevant. I thought I was doing Rhollor's work by advancing the goals of Remidon. Clearly Rhollor has bigger plans for me. I must do more, push myself to the limits. The work of my hands and mind will bring glory to Rhollor. My talent shall no longer be buried in the sand, I intend to pay it back…with interest.