The heavy wooden doors led from Aaliyah’s room to a set of stairs leading to a trap door. Above, footsteps could be heard making slow, steady rounds. At just the right moment, Merl quietly peeked out the trap-door and saw half a dozen Alexi militiary soldiers, walking away. Hoping they knew about the vampire in the basement, she whispered seductively in their ears using Ghost Sound and closed the trap door.
The soldiers seemed to be confused and wondered aloud about where the sound may have come from. Eventually finding the trap door, they opened it and walked down the dark, empty stairs rather fearfully. The first guard slowly peeked his head through the open wooden doors. He surveyed the morbidly decorated room, the corpses on the ground, and the strange black cloud in the middle of the room. After some motivational whispering from his comrades, he walked slowly into the room and nothing happened. The second soldier joined him, and suddenly they were magically attacked from the darkness and fell unconscious. The rest of the soldiers fell back; two fighting in the hallway, and the last two shooting crossbows from the trap door. When the soldiers in the hallway were quickly killed by the intruders, the last two soldiers ran for help. One didn’t get a chance to move, and the other was intercepted by a quick teleport and shot in the back from Merl. Looking around, she found she was on the main floor of the Lighthouse of Alexi.
The entire room was made from the strong marble that had enabled the Lighthouse to stand for so many years. The huge steel doors, they knew, would lead to the large stone ramp at the front of the lighthouse. A small steel door led to the back of the lighthouse; a quick peek out the door revealed more soldiers than the party really wanted to encounter. Another ramp spiraled up the tower, with hundreds of small rooms to house the Alexi military officers. It seemed that all the soliders were deployed for the riot; the rooms were empty. They ascended the ramp to the very top of the first section of the lighthouse and found an ornately carved wooden door, beautifully decorated with gold. In the centre of the door, a golden sunburst and sprocket gave honour to Erathis, goddess of civilization. A peaceful song being played on a harp could be heard quietly through the door.
The rest of the party hiding around the corner, Clayven tried his best to look soldierly and knocked on the door. The music stopped, and an ethereal, angelic figure opened the door. “Yes?”
“Sir, we have found a vampire living in the basement of this building!” Clayven exclaimed, not untruthfully.
“Ah. Well, I’ll have someone look into that. Thank you,” the angel said dismissively as he closed the door.
Unperturbed, Culo de Hierro knocked on the door. He explained to the angel that the riots were out of control and civilization was at risk. Only they could restore the Light of Alexi and quell the riots. The angel seemed pleased and invited them all in. He examined the party carefully as they looked around at the large but cluttered room. It was filled with shelves of books, paintings, sculptures, and an impressive collection of magnificent weapons. A narrow metal staircase led up to a small door near the tall ceiling.
The angel introduced himself as Phostophilius, Guardian of the Light. He noticed Eglaith’s new sword and asked to see it. Reluctantly, Eglaith showed him the sword but did not let it leave his grasp. The angel offered to trade any two of his weapons for it, but Eglaith resisted. Surprisingly, he then asked Culo about the glowing orb hidden in his pocket. Caught off guard, Culo simply pulled out the Gem of Farnoosh and said “You mean this?”
Phostophilius immediately recognized it. “That is very old,” he said. “Where did you get that?”
Culo told him they found it in a cave in the desert, and the angel explained a little more of its history. The Gem of Farnoosh was one of many sources of radiant energy that were used by the angels in ancient times. In their war against the Djinn, the Gem of Farnoosh was stolen by the Djinn and hidden away. After the Djinn were imprisoned as punishment for their transgression against the gods, the gem was lost. Naturally, he would like it back.
Culo explained to him that they were the ones who were prophesied to restore the Light of Alexi and that’s what they intended to do with it. The angel quickly agreed. However, no mortals were allowed access to the light, so he would have to restore it for them. The disagreement grew heated, and Merl tried to change the subject. She told him about the secret cult to Vecna, and asked if he knew anything about it.
“How dare you speak that name in my presence!” he bellowed. “I will have that gem, I will have that sword, and I will have your lives!”
The door slammed shut and the angel attacked Culo with his gleaming sword, eyes fixed on the Gem of Farnoosh. He flew safely out of reach of the party and continued to swoop and attack Culo. Quickly, four more brightly glowing angels appeared and flew down to fight the rest of the party. Eventually landing a blow on the Angels of Light, the party found out that they explode into radiant energy upon their death, harming everyone in the room. They decided to focus their efforts on Phostophilius. Although the melee fighters could not hit him by their usual methods, they improvised. Eglaith found a silver bow and a quiver of arrows, while Ade threw anything he could get his hands on. After missing with a paperweight and a letter opener, he landed a solid hit with an antique teacup. Eventually, they knocked him to the ground and finished him off. “I’ll see you in Hell,” he cried hoarsely with his dying breath, as his wings shattered into a cloud of shards, which in turned killed his companion angels, who exploded and filled the room with radiant energy.
Battered, bruised and scorched, the party reflected on what happened. “Will we go to Hell for killing angels?” Beorn the Cleric wondered aloud. Not wanting to consider such spiritual questions, the rest of the party investigated the room’s cluttered contents and its collection of magnificent weapons…