The ruined tower of Melkhior was reminiscent of Greghor’s, the Necrarch’s also shared a penchant for linking their domains with sinister reflections in the Shadowfell. Heinrich stepped through the portal into darkness with his characteristic silence but the eternal burning sensation beneath his scalp felt as though his skull would ignite. The empty entrance hall was silent as the grave and seemed undisturbed for centuries as the others investigated. Heinrich kept alert for guardians but visions of Kalarel’s inverted ziggurat distracted him as skeletal warriors emerged from their hidden alcoves to menace the tower’s intruders.
Rollo was beset but laid about with his hammer as the skeletons were unable to meaningfully pierce his formidable armor. Ziegfried was likewise attacked but his wounds had already begun to mend and soon he would be unmarred once more. The Dread Master was about to be similarly accosted when Heinrich intercepted and dispatched his aggressor.
When the horrible roar of the varghulf’s echoed across the tower however, Heinrich froze as terror clutched his chest. The monster of his nightmares, the memory of his tortured transformation, the reflection of what he feared he had become was personified in the monstrous beast that smashed its way through Rollo and into Ziegfried. Heinrich tried to bring himself to interpose but the strength had drained from him and the varghulf batted the Firewind Blade away like a child’s toy.
Heinrich could do little but stand before the monster, trapped in his own internal torment as it snarled and smashed itself in him. But the Gorgon stood unmoved. While Heinrich retreated once more into cold oblivion the Gorgon was unleashed more powerfully than ever before. Aided by the Wight King’s menagerie of magical artifice the Gorgon leapt about the clumsy varghulf in a vicious flurry of sweeping slashes that sheared off limbs and brutally decapitated the surprised monstrosity. As the Gorgon landed lightly upon the flagstones, the black flames of his sword completely coated his arms and chest approaching his pale skull but paled entirely before the inferno that blazed forth from its terrifying gaze.
There was a monster here, but it was not the quartered varghulf.