The party found themselves in the tower of the Dragon Queen, seeking to destroy the Heart of Darkness and unwittingly leading Aeon straight to it. Upon reaching the Temple, Aeon had cut them off, pittng the stalwart adventurers against several of His minions before finally encountering them in the tattered ruins of the Heart Tower. In the guise of the fallen King, Aeon summoned fell minions to destroy the party, their shadowed forms twisting away from blades and cruelly shredding tender flesh. Immeral, however, made quick work of most of them with a Force Orb centered at the foulest beast in the center of all of them. Massack and the others charged Aeon and the God endured the relentless barrage, seemingly unaware of the physical damage the group was doing to him. it was Michael Darkangel, with the Holy Armour of the Source, that purified the King’s body from the darkness that claimed it. A black, amorphous ooze creeped out of the body of the late King and made its way up into the tower’s dizzying heights. The party made their way to the second floor, this time getting the step up on Aeon and taking him down in a matter of seconds. Aeon fled skyward, materializing into the shape of a gigantic spider, while Romero, deathly afraid of spiders, retreated to the stairway upward, to deal with the heart himself, his intentions unknown. Ever alert, Aeon withdrew from the battle to confront Romero, snatching the bugbear in His arms. “GIVE ME THE HEART!” Aeon rasped, staring into the assassin’s eyes with primal rage. The party knew there was no way to destroy the heart without Aeon out of the picture, so they continued to fight on. Aware of the sudden urgency the situation had evolved into, Immeral conjured another Force Orb in order to extricate Romero from the Evil’s grasp. In a deft maneuver, Romero managed to free himself from the spider’s grasp and make a leap towards the platform where his friends awaited. As Romero grasped the ledge, however, it fell apart, plummeting the thief right in front of Aeon once again. Brave Philip, seeing Romero’s plight, fell upon Aeon in a righteous fury that left the Archdemon stunned. In a last ditch effort, the party threw the best at him, but Aeon had enough. He rendered the bearer of the heart stunned, and made another attempt to take it, but Michel Darkangel was quicker. The Paladin bravely took the Heart and, calling upon the Holy Power of the Source, attempted to temporarily bless the dark artifact. The attempt, however, was too much, and without a second’s hesitation, Aeon ripped the Heart from Darkangel’s grasp. Seeing this, Massack became infuriated and made one last desperate attempt to stop Aeon from claiming the dread Heart of Darkness. But to no avail. Suddenly there was a crackle and the room began to fill and incase itself with pure diamond. The adventurers, bewildered, had no chance to escape from the spell and were encased in a magical stasis for the next 5000 years. What seemed like ages passed and finally they woke up, finding themselves in the same spots they were in but Aeon was gone. They had no idea where he had disappeared to but they knew they had failed.
Upon awakening, a dread feeling of despair washed over the party as their gaze turned to the wreckage of what used to be the Heart Tower. Romero spied the late King’s body and, like any good thief would do, removed many a burden from the poor fellow. The group wasted no more time, however, and soon transversed into a completely lightless room. Within that room was an ominous, searching red eye that seemed almost certain to be a trap. The party stayed back while Romero sneaked forward to investigate, but was met with a simple rock. Having had his patience run out, however, Darkangel strode forward bravely to encounter whatever may be, confident that the Source would guide and protect him. The eye spotted him, and locked gazes with the bold paladin, who squinted as a bright light filled the room and a large window at the side came to life. “GREETINGS, FOOLS,” the ghastly visage of Aeon boomed, “IT HAS BEEN QUITE SOME TIME. HOWEVER I COULD NOT SIMPLY WAIT FOR YOU TO BE RELEASED FROM MY SPELL, SO I HAD ARRANGED FOR… PROPER ENTERTAINMENT.” Massack bellowed and charged into the room, pointing Litheril at Aeon and cursing the dark God. Aeon seemed not to notice, which struck Immeral as either odd or extremely arrogant (which even the Eldarin couldn’t blame Him for). “YOU WILL NOTICE THAT THE ROOM IS SLOWLY FILLING WITH A SPECIAL GAS THAT I CREATED JUST FOR YOU. IN TIME YOU WILL ALL DIE SLOW, PAINFUL DEATHS, BUT I WOULD BE AMISS IF I WEREN’T TO PROVIDE SUCCULENT HORS D’VOURS FOR YOU ALL. I AM , AFTER ALL, A KIND DIVINITY!” and with a laugh, Aeon faded from the screen as several partitions opened throughout the room, revealing many odd, floating orbs. Darkangel, Philip and Massack eagerly hacked their way through the strange creatures in primal delight. Immeral, momentarily shocked that he could detect no magic from any of these creatures, soon employed alternative methods, launching a barrage of Magic Missles into the shaft of the main mechanism and blowing it apart in one deft volley. The fight did not go without its tolls, as the poison gas continued to fill the room, draining the endurance from our heroes at an alarming rate. Brute strength prevailed, however, as the machines lay in pieces, crackling and sizzling with electricity. After the strange devices were taken care of, it dawned upon Immeral that something was not right, and he turned his thoughts inward as the party broke through the window that had been Aeon’s medium. This revealed more strange mechanisms (and thankfully a door!). Having escaped from the Temple, the party found themselves in the alley of a strange city. Darkened clouds, crackling lightning and odd flying vehicles met their gaze. After five millenia, what had happened to the world they once knew?