The action picked up where it left off, on the top of a roof in Cormyr amongst the littered corpses of the shadow monks. The party decided to head back to the Gilded Harp to plot their next move. Kaz needed to excuse himself as he was in the processes of trying to secure some financing for a new war horse. Meanwhile Garrick was getting a little restless waiting for Khaine to finish meditating on the force and decided to make his was back to Cormyr. He was beset several times on the way by the servants of Shar despite using his Ninja powers to stay hidden. Perplexed by this he visited his Master in the city and learned that the others had a similar experience and learned that they had been tainted somehow. Master Chiun, after commenting that despite Garrick being as graceful as a pregnant baboon with a club foot, that the Man of Many Faces had been buy requesting that he scope out a new gang that has been trying to muscle its way into the city and seems to be dealing in slaves. Garrick was then off to reconnect with the party at the Harp, with Chiun’s parting words echoing in his mind that the path of the stone fist is paved in battle.
The party then role-played it up and shook loose some info from Torm, a ritual caster, and from newest companion character Felimid “Slim” Mcfale, a bard of the Harpers dressed like a peacock had exploded all over him. The info they got: the book they needed seemed to have been moved from the library to a bar named the Prideful Unicorn then seemed to disappear. They also learned that the book was actually authored by the one and only sage of Shadowdale, Elminster himself. Plus his current retirement on his farm and the fact that the Harpers are kind of glad that he hasn’t gone nuts and starting killing everything after the fall of his god…yet.
While scoping out the Prideful Unicorn they noticed the sexually ambiguous Deva from the library enter the bar and seem to disappear through a wardrobe. When the party entered the wardrobe they were instantly transported to Narnia…. Or to a treacherous gauntlet of encounters that included a trap filled room (or douche DM room), a room filled with animate guardian constructs that dropped both Rhogar and Garrick, and ending with teleportation portal that could only be engaged by solving the runic puzzle on the floor (activating the runes spelling out “knowledge is power”). With the portal activated the party stepped through ala Stargate styles. As the party was in the portal their friendly neighborhood assassin popped into the room and tossed several vials at the portal before it closed. On the other side everyone plus the vials materialized and when the vials smashed creatures from the elemental chaos began to materialize and an epic donnybrook ensued with Rhogar going down again, shielding his squishier companions from harm.
After the battle they were met by what seemed like an army of collectors which required a delicate negation to smooth over you know like the destruction/ invasion of their holy and secret ground plus trying to get the help they required. Eventually they were able to make nice and got their hands on the ritual but unfortunately part of it was smudged. After witnessing the sexually ambiguous Deva be decapitated for its failure in guarding knowledge, the party was then off to meet with Elminster with a nice bottle of scotch per Torm’s tip and who seemed mostly sane in an old hermit eccentric way. After a bit of chit chat and commiserating about what a bitch Shar is, he mentioned that the missing component to the ritual was the blood of a black dragon due to its affinity with the Shadowfell. After the party cleaned the crap out of their pants, he consoled them by letting them know it didn’t need to be a particularly old dragon just any black dragon would do. How do we think this is going to turn out?