“Time works against us. We must bring this wretched thing to a place no other can find it and ward it away. If her followers seek it and find it, Ashmadia may be brought back to this realm and her hatred will be spewed out upon us. She will take up all that she surveys and add it to her hoard. Take the heart to the Spire.
Adar 4, 1003 AR
Her eyes stared up at the still-beating heart of the dragon goddess. It was suspended in the air above by the forces of the Weird of Air. Great work had gone into forming the pools of the elemental Weird in this place and weaving the magic in this place as to lock the fiendish remnant forever. Alowyga was tired from the work, but finally Ashmadia’s heart was bound in this place.
The elemental Weird appeared from their pools to congratulate Alowyga. The sisters of the Witte Wieven were formed of the purest of the elements and radiated the purity of nature. Alowyga was humbled by their presence and by their accolades, but she knew that what she had done was indeed a great deed. A deed with a heavy toll, but worth it in every respect.
Flashes of that fateful fight were burned into Alowyga’s mind. She knew that it was not one hero that defeated Ashmadia that day, but the teamwork the group had developed over so many months of travel battling the vile spawn of the Great Red Wyrm. She remembered drawing her primal power from the earth and coursing it through the Lady Raven’s arms to aid her ferocious sword swings. She remembered Sir Blasing’s powerful magic that made Lord Haverhill’s deadly daggers all the more telling. It was teamwork that made this day possible.