Strife and evil are an ever present part of life, and to this point Bahamut has tried
seemingly in vain to halt the onslaught upon that which is good. He looks upon the courts
of man and sees the injustice that is allowed to go unfettered as a result of their own greed.
With Tiamat gaining power on the Sword Coast thanks to an alliance of fanatical cultists and
evil dragons he realizes that she may soon wrest from her chains deep within the nine hells
and return to take revenge.
Understanding that the threat of dragon dominance lays over the land of free peoples of the Sword Coast, he has chosen one born of his own image to defend them. His harbinger must prove himself to those throughout the Sword Coast and rally the people behind his banner. He must smite evil where it has festered and bring about a new and harsh justice for all whom are too weak to act in their own defense. He watches his chosen champion in his early stages, guiding him during meditations and prayer. One false step for his pupil could prove devastating, and the chosen one knows this in his heart.
Chorkan Akash has a heavy burden placed on him. His shoulders sag under the immense and imperceptible weight of a God’s favor. His young brow wrinkled by the concern of bearing Bahamut’s scrutiny. He knows his task, and seeks the “anyxia formulathen” with which he will banish Tiamat forever. Since he left clan Draksheesh, Akash has followed Bahamut’s wills north to Phaladin. His nights filled with restless sleep plagued by visions of a dark buttress jutting from a larger fortification deep in the mountains. Evil tendrils flow from the walls and poison the countryside around it. He sees in the dream himself with 5 other figures. Their faces seared into his mind more so each passing day.
Eventually he found himself in Phaladin. It was disconcerting that when he arrived at the town at the behest of Bahamut, the god’s communion stopped. He had wandered through the countryside somewhat aimlessly until dusk of his third day. A large wagon pulled up to the front of the town and within it he saw the people from his dream. There was a boisterous and seemingly pompous bard, an off putting gruff human warlock, a battle hardened crazy-eyed gnome, and a half elf druid. He did not ask about nor see the human ranger with them at this time.
The bard hailed him, seeing it odd that a dragon born would be in these parts. Akash, not accustomed to being addressed directly, could only manage to cock an eyebrow as the bard wearied of the silence and pushed on into the town. Akash followed at a distance. He overheard them speak of payment; the warlock in particular voiced his need for coin for his services. They dawdled about for a short while until they came upon a woman who told them of the Red Brand. In his time amongst the people of Phaladin Akash had noted that they were weary of outsiders, but as he heard of the degradations wrought by this gang of hooligans Akash decided to act. He burst in behind the group and received the location of their favorite watering hole.
He had hoped the group would follow him to the Thirsty Lion, but before stepping onto the porch he turned to look. He found that the others had not followed. He sighed, knowing Bahamut needed him to be strong. He stepped onto the porch and outright slew one of the look outs, and egged them to follow him into the town square.
5 surrounded him in front of the main inn. People had begun to panic seeing that the Red Brand were about to commit yet another atrocity. However, the group assembled behind Akash and with their aid the thugs were quickly dispatched. The townsfolk were grateful, many offered gifts of which Akash refusedl. His work was not yet done, and he knew just as the townspeople whispered, that the Red Brand would take this act of war out on the weak populace. He wanted to find their lair, he wanted them all to bleed cut open on the ground. But the group wandered about for a fair portion of the following day. They finally came upon a young boy who would bring the adventurers right to the mouth of the Red Brand cave. For the first time since being in Phaladin, he could sense Bahamut with him once again.
The tunnel sat underneath a manor house, and was desecrated within. Akash cursed his weakness, not being able to identify the nature of taint within the walls of that place. The group managed to kill a fallen wizard, whose form had become so warped by the magic it had unleashed it became a one eyed telepath. In the fight, Haryndor played a critical role as the creature got the jump on the unwary travelers. He blasted Phinneas with a disgusting blast of necrotic energy which began to melt his flesh. As Phinneas retaliated, Meival played a lullaby with the intent of putting the creature to sleep for easier killings. However, it was Phinneas that passed out instead and Haryndor saved the downed warlock from death by paralyzing the creature with his venom in spider form.
Searching around they found a storage room with some nice beaver pelts and some ale in a barrel. As they continued to explore, they happened upon a group on 4 Red Brand and the battle ensued. The Gnome, Erza, made a grand if not wise display that day and would be a story upon which he could make a name for himself. He lept onto the table the Red Branders were playing cards and outright slew one. In his battle rage, he seemed to absorb their retaliations without incurring injury like one would expect. The swords seemed to meld with his skin, more like an oar churning butter. He ended up killing two of the oafs before returning to nibbling on his mushrooms. The bard proved to be quite useful and courageous as well, though placing himself in harm’s way more often than he should.
Akash was sure he had found their lair at last. For all his misgivings, and in seeing all the flaws of this group’s character, Akash knew he was not beyond having a few himself. He knew that the need to eradicate justice came at a cost, and interrogations would be few and far between. This seemed not to sit well with Phinneas in particular. What impressed Akash was the blind faith with which these individuals fought alongside him when they had no call or compulsion to do so but their own conscience. They might think it for money or some other reward, but Akash knows their purpose is a higher one. Each of them had shown their heroism in some way, and each would fight their own corruption brought about by their weaknesses. Yet he will learn from them as best he can and guide those among the group who are willing. The die is cast, and Akash’s plan hinges on the outcome of this foray.