After dealing with the goblins and the Ice Queen in the upper levels of the silver mine, the party rests up, gaining new powers, and travels deeper into the mines.
The passages gradually become corridors. Writing is carved into the walls, heiroglyphics, pictures in place of words. Gives more backstory of the Robed King after the battle with Asmodeus, and the history of Akivasha. (Written in obscure dialect of common, but decipherable ), "The immortal beauty travelled the lands, the great gods shining their bright light down upon her. From place to place did she travel, granting her blessing to a great many others, gathering followers in her wake. She carved these halls with her alabaster fingers, a gentle caress for each word, and spread her love to all those that could bask in it. "
A midday sun is carved into one section of the wall across from a massive stone door. Searching the sun reveals a faint glow coming from around it’s seams. When opened, sunlight reflects down from above through the mirror apparatus they discovered above. When the sunlight hits the door, it slides down into the floor.
The next hallway contains 3 dented and ancient mirrors of polished metal, that can be pushed and turned into position, reflecting the light deeper into the corridors and chamber. A vampire is here, but weak and pitiful. She dirty, dressed in tattered clothing. She doesn’t want to fight because she knows she’ll be killed. She doesn’t offer that she’s a vampire, but doesn’t dispute it. After some long winded discussions about the mirrors, the party notices the vampire offering up information, that there are additional mirrors hidden somewhere close by. The 2 avengers search the corridor, finding a secret room with 2 mirrors stashed inside. On one mirror, some faded writing is found. It states “Know thy enemy, know thy self”
The Abaddon sees that the reflection inside the mirror is wrong, showing a great slobbering beast. He tries to move the mirror, but the beast comes out and attacks. Allies come to assist, but with each blow to the beast, it turns and deals damage to the Abaddon.
Sever detects something is off, and tries to discern the problem, but fails, twice. Eventually, Ebony sees through some type of illusion, seeing that the beast isn’t quite real. Sever throws his cloak over the mirror, ending the illusion. The beast wasn’t real. The Abaddon thought he was fighting the beast, but was really fighting his friends. The party had the same problem. They saw a beast to fight, but were really hurting the Abaddon.
Once the problem was resolved, the mirrors were moved in a fashion to reflect the light onto the next door, allowing them passage to move along.
Past the door, a passage leading to Akivasha’s chamber lies, with a sarcophagus therein. Upon this great stone box are more inscriptions, but they have faded over time. The lid of the box seems to have moved quite frequently, scrapes and marks along the edges. Another mirror within reflects the dim light up into the ceiling. A fragile wooden door in this room leads to the great hall. The party plans ahead for a change, putting in place a warding circle, to protect against the threats of the undead. The Abaddon opens the sarcophagus, but it is empty. Archleone checks the door out of the room, seeing a large room beyond with a tall woman seated within.
The Robed King is seated in a great hall. She’s tall, beautiful, and completely human in appearance. A lever is on the side of the chair she rests in. When Sever moves toward it, she says “it sets off terrible, dangerous traps.” Odd devices and books are strewn abou the room. Glass vials of liquids, foul smelling potions. Each of the vials has bloody fingerprints etched on it.
Speaking to the seated figure, she will admit her name is Akivasha, but seems somewhat reluctant to talk about anything else. “I am, or I was the Robed King you speak of. I am Akivasha now, King no longer.”
As people examine her chair, she speaks again, ""After the war, the other Kings grew ill. I pretended to be sick as well to maintain the charade. We were friends for a year before they died, but I hid myself still. When they died, all the kingdoms fell into despair and could not recover. People slowly left each land for better prospects. I brought a handful of faithful and tamed vampires with me here and we made a home. I cared for them, and kept them from hunting the people nearby above us, but after a few centuries, someone must have grown restless. I sat in my chair one day, and great pain shot through me. Great spikes have stabbed into my flesh and pinned me here. I’m drained and weak, and grow weaker each year. I’m not sure how long it’s been, but it seems forever. A few faithful remain, bringing me sustenance."
And with that, she turns to Sever and speaks, “Now, I must ask you to feed me. If you’d be so kind as to cut open your arm and let the blood fall into my mouth.” Sever strides forward to do as bidden. The charming aura of Akivasha is powerful. Each suggestion that she makes is followed without question by Sever.
A voice comes from an adjacent chamber. He yells “Stop! What are you doing? Do not feed that creature!” A large troll comes running into the room. “Please be careful, she’s grown insane while stuck in the chair, she’s very dangerous. Don’t let her appearance fool you.”
“I’m Jaskryn, her sireling. Please, you can’t trust her, you musn’t feed her.”
Akivasha speaks again, “This creature is no child of mine. I hunger, feed me now.” Jaskryn yells for you to stop him!
Sever makes his way to Akivasha, and cuts open his flesh, allowing the blood to drip into her mouth, feeding her. She breaks free from the chair, her back torn open and leaking blood. Her illusion dispels. She screams in agony and frustration. She’s gaunt, her skin is almost transparent. Skinny. Her face is horribly scarred from some old injury, an infection, a burn, something bad. Her hair is sparse, and her lips are retracted showing her bared fangs.
She does a massive amount of damage in her bloodied frenzy, but eventually uses her blood driven healing to calm herself. Jaskryn in the meantime, has run like a mofo’ as fast as he can go.
“I’m sorry, truly sorry my friends. The blood and the pain pushed me beyond reason. I’ve been entwined with that chair for so long. I did not recognize that creature as a sireling, but I do feel a connection to it somehow. I can feel those that have used my blood to become undead. I think I feel him coming closer now, but something is, different. He’s stronger, somehow. No, more of my sirelings are coming. I could never create a large number of them, as I feared they would turn to darker ways. Something is different, they make a noise in my head. They must be close now.”
A group of creatures come into the entryway, led by Jaskryn. He’s surrounded by a cadre of gaunt looking vampires. “I warned you not to release her. You’ll have to be dealt with I suppose, so we can get her back under control. I can always build another chair for you my dear.”
Akivasha shrinks back at the mention of another chair, cowed by the thought of it. She whispers to the closest of you. “Something is not right, these creatures are not true vampire?”
A familiar female voice echoes in the chamber, Dajani speaks , “I think you’ve said enough Jaskryn. I’m disappointed you’ve let them free Akivasha. I have some more friends on their way to get their final treatments, but this will alter our plans. I don’t think we’ll be able to wait for your research to see fruition now. Eliminate these nuisances and you can finally join the ranks of the Iron Circle. We can find a great many different uses for your talents.”
Akivasha whispers again “I can detect that his masterful research is unstable. You must be careful with these creatures. The energies they have stolen will be violently released when they fall.”
A massive battle ensues. Vampiric minions at the side of Jaskryn, and Dajani brings along some Vampiric trolls. As each of the new vampire foes falls, something odd happens. They explode in a shower of dark energy, their bodies transforming into shadowed bat forms, dealing large amounts of damage to any creatures adjacent to them. As the fight goes on, Akivasha’s gaping wounds continue to drain her of blood and life, and as she sinks into the bloodied state, she turns on those nearest to her to refill her reserves. The explosive energies from the vampiric creatures, combined with Akivasha’s wavering loyalties, and Dajani’s basic dickery, lead to several of the party falling unconscious, and one of them falling by the wayside. Ebony is killed, though her body remains intact. Eventually, due to the healing efforts of the cleric Caelinna, and the limited healing powers of Ebony before she fell, the party manages to scrape through with only one fatality.