📜 Session Overview

What began as an argument in Wyrmhollow did not stay an argument for long. By the time the dust truly settled, it had become one of those nights that changes a party forever. Tyel'Koron and Xerocomath, already raw and fraying at the edges, finally broke against one another. Tyel'Koron struck first, hurling himself into the fight in his displacer beast form, all claws and fury, while Xerocomath answered not with humility, but with mockery and illusion, twisting the false image he had made into Broj himself and setting it upon his friend. Around them, the others tried to stop the collapse before it became something irreversible. Warwick was first to throw himself between pride and disaster with words. Sorina tried next, only for Sinora to hold her back, desperate to keep her sister from being dragged into the maw of whatever Xerocomath had become. But by then, the moment for peace was already slipping away.

The cruelty sharpened when Warwick tried to wrest control of the illusion, only for Xerocomath to turn those terrible eyes upon him and awaken the seed buried in his mind. In an instant, Warwick was no longer master of himself. He became a puppet in full view of his friends, his body bent to another man's will. While Sinora and Sorina clashed over whether to intervene or survive, Agelaius took a desperate gamble and soul-bonded Tyel'Koron and Xerocomath, forcing their life forces together so that whatever one suffered, the other would share. It should have been the act that halted the spiral. Instead, it only tied them more tightly to the doom rushing toward them. Then Xerocomath tore Tyel'Koron away across planes, dragging him to Gloomspire in Tarkir, to the buried wound of Vendui's death, and Warwick, still under that stolen control, was forced to follow. Agelaius followed after them into the dark.

There, in the depths of Gloomspire, among memory, grief, and rot, the two continued their brutal exchange. Xerocomath used Warwick like a weapon, making him cast against his own will. Yet amid all that violence came one last breath of clarity — a moment where Tyel'Koron and Xerocomath seemed to stand above the blood and speak, however briefly, of power, truth, and what they had all become. Then Xerocomath released his hold on Warwick, and in that release came not mercy, but insult. He spoke down to the dwarf, belittled him, goaded him, and struck at the wound already splitting his heart open. Warwick, already carrying old loss and fresh violation, answered with the kind of fire that only comes when rage and grief burn together. He unleashed a spell of terrible magnitude — a blast so absolute it promised annihilation.

And then Tyel'Koron did the thing that made his death feel unbearably like himself. In that final instant, when death was rushing for Xerocomath, Tyel'Koron stepped in front of it. No hesitation. No calculation. Just instinct, loyalty, and sacrifice. The blast tore through them both, leaving a red-hot ruin where two Realmstriders had stood. When it was over, Tyel'Koron and Xerocomath were simply gone, killed in the same instant, joined by Agelaius's bond and ended by Warwick's hand. As if the horror were not complete enough, Ruroko consumed Xerocomath's body, and with that, the last remnant of Chigintonth, the Creep, gave way in a wail that shivered through the survivors. It was not a victory. It was an ending paid for in too much blood.

Across the planes, the wound spread. On Theros, Sinora and Sorina were struck by agony so sharp it drove them to their knees. At the backs of their necks, the old blood-magic curse returned, remade in orange sun-orbs and red-black brandwork, as though Tyel'Koron's death had sent some buried evil searching for new hosts. Back in the aftermath, Warwick broke beneath the weight of what had happened, and it was Agelaius who did the unthinkable. To comfort him, to drag him back from the edge, Agelaius broke his own oath and spoke. In that moment, he was not the silent, distant hand of the party, but a friend standing in the ruins with another friend, trying to keep him from drowning in guilt. Together, they brought Tyel'Koron's body home.

What followed at the lone tree behind the Manticore was not merely burial. It was something older, stranger, and sadder. Tyel'Koron was placed at the tree, and the tree accepted him. Wood and bark seemed to mold around his form, taking him into itself until his outline remained within the living trunk like a memory carved by nature rather than blade. When the story was retold, the lowest branch lowered, and within it appeared the embossed visage of Dalnylthir, his golden dragon, as though even the bond between rider and dragon had come to stand vigil for one last farewell. Sinora, seeing him there, gave way to a grief so raw it became a scream, while Sorina held her through it. Later, Sinora leaned against that tree as though she might still find Tyel'Koron there if she held on tightly enough.

Elsewhere, Broj had sought counsel in Amonkhet, and when he returned, the truth waiting for him was a hard one. Warwick told him what had happened. Told him plainly. Told him that the strike that ended Xerocomath had also ended Tyel'Koron. There was no easy way to hear it, and no easy way to say it. Around them, the party was left battered in every way that mattered, gathering condolences, gathering themselves, gathering whatever pieces they still could. Even in mourning, the world kept moving. Agelaius went to Myrium to sell Tyel'Koron's magical belongings for a Citilis. Agelaius and Sorina then went to Ju'bile for alchemical supplies, preparing a speed potion for what lay ahead. Because even after death, grief, curses, and the collapse of one of their own, morning would still come.

And that is where the night left them: not healed, not whole, but standing. Tyel'Koron, who had been the one brokering their path toward the plague dragon, now rested as part of the tree in Wyrmhollow. Xerocomath was gone. Warwick carried the unbearable truth of the fire he had loosed. Sinora and Sorina bore a curse newly awakened. Broj returned to a family changed. Agelaius had spoken when silence had once defined him. The party, broken and exhausted, did the only thing they could do. They prepared for the next day. They prepared to walk forward into the shadow of the plague dragon without one of the hearts that had brought them this far.

⚔️ Key Events

• The Breaking Point: The tension between Tyel'Koron and Xerocomath erupts into open violence. Tyel'Koron strikes first, shifting into his displacer beast form. Xerocomath retaliates by reshaping his illusion into the likeness of Broj, setting it against his own ally.
• Warwick Taken: Attempting to seize control of the illusion, Warwick is met instead by Xerocomath's five eyes locking onto him — and the mind seed buried within him ignites. Warwick loses control of his own body entirely.
• Agelaius's Desperate Gamble: With the fight spiraling, Agelaius soul-bonds Tyel'Koron and Xerocomath together, forcing their life forces to share the same consequence. Whatever wound one takes, the other feels.
• Forced to Gloomspire: Xerocomath drags Tyel'Koron across planes to Gloomspire in Tarkir — the place where Vendui was murdered. Warwick, still puppeted, follows without choice. Agelaius pursues them into the dark.
• Warwick as a Weapon: Inside Gloomspire, Xerocomath forces Warwick to cast lightning bolt against his will as the duel between him and Tyel'Koron continues. The soul-bond means every strike costs both fighters equally.
• A Moment of Clarity: Amid the violence, Tyel'Koron and Xerocomath share one brief, honest reckoning — speaking plainly about power, what it truly is, and what they have become in wielding it.
• The Release and the Insult: Xerocomath releases Warwick from the mind control — not out of mercy, but to look down on him. He speaks with contempt about power and what Warwick lacks. The wound lands deep.
• Warwick's Fire: Carrying old grief and fresh violation, Warwick draws on a magnitude of power he has only reached once before and unleashes a 9th-level Scorching Ray directly at Xerocomath.
• Tyel'Koron's Final Act: Without hesitation, Tyel'Koron throws himself between the spell and Xerocomath. The blast tears through them both. Two Realmstriders fall — killed in the same instant, joined by Agelaius's bond and ended by Warwick's hand.
• Ruroko Consumes the Oculon: Agelaius gives Ruroko permission to consume Xerocomath's body. She does not hesitate. With him gone, the last remnant of Chigintonth, the Creep, falters and fades into dust with a wail that shivers through the survivors.
• Agelaius Breaks His Oath: Faced with Warwick collapsing under the weight of what he has done, Agelaius breaks his own vow of silence and speaks — holding Warwick in the wreckage, pulling him back from the edge.
• The Curse Moves: On Theros, Sinora and Sorina are driven to their knees by sudden, burning agony. At the backs of their necks, orange sun-orbs ignite and blood-red brands form. The curse Tyel'Koron once bore did not die with him. It has moved.
• The Tree Takes Tyel'Koron: Back in Wyrmhollow, Tyel'Koron's body is laid against the lone tree behind the Manticore. The tree accepts him — bark and wood molding around his form until his outline is held within the living trunk. The lowest branch lowers to reveal the embossed visage of Dalnylthir, his golden dragon, as a final farewell.
• Broj Returns to the Truth: Broj returns from counsel with his family in Amonkhet to find everything changed. Warwick tells him plainly: the strike meant for Xerocomath also killed Tyel'Koron.
• Preparing for What Comes Next: Agelaius sells Tyel'Koron's magical items to Myrium for a Citilis. He and Sorina gather alchemical supplies from Ju'bile to brew a speed potion. The party, broken and grief-worn, prepares for the plague dragon — the meeting Tyel'Koron himself arranged.

⚔️ Combat Encounters

👥 NPCs Encountered

🔍 Important Discoveries

💰 Loot & Rewards

• Citilis: Obtained by Agelaius from Myrium in exchange for Tyel'Koron's magical items. To be used for the speed potion.
• Alchemical Supplies (Speed Potion Materials): Gathered from Ju'bile by Agelaius and Sorina in preparation for the plague dragon encounter.
• The Memory of Tyel'Koron — The Lone Tree: Not treasure in any conventional sense, but something the party will carry. The tree behind the Manticore now holds the outline of their fallen companion. Dalnylthir's face is in the wood. That is where Tyel'Koron rests.

✨ Character Moments

🖼️ Session Images

📝 DM Notes

The session that changes everything. Tyel'Koron and Xerocomath are gone — both at once, tied together by Agelaius's bond and ended by Warwick's hand. The blood-magic curse has moved to Sinora and Sorina, which opens new story threads. The plague dragon meeting — brokered by Tyel'Koron — still needs to happen. The party goes into that encounter diminished, grief-struck, and without the member who set the terms. Session 42 will need to navigate how a broken fellowship faces what comes next.

🎭 Looking Ahead