A contingent and Irithylan elves, Rystall’s allies, awaits the Trespassers on the other side the beech tree. These elves wear dark, somber attire with silver markings of the tree and crown of Irythil. There are four of them in total and two of them are drow. The drow are called Vesryn and Imbryl. The others, moon elves, are Malgath and Beldroth. For companions the elves have with them a jessed wyvern and three winter wolves. The exotic, magnificent beauty of Vesryn is not overlooked by Eira. The warrior admires him while Nevena does the talking in the elven tongue. They talk of Rystall and her whereabouts and what is to happen next. For a moment, the Trespassers fear they are still prisoners, but simply of new masters. Vesryn assures them all he, along with Rystall, is here to take them to see his Lord, Nesterin Irythil and the great sage Eltargrim as is their want.
Before Rystall returns, the gathering is ambushed! An Eroth magus, Amarth, has used her magic to track them here to this glade. She has with her, the sigiled champion Othorian, his retinue, and two dryads. A cold autumn downpour has been in progress here since the Trespassers of Evermeet arrived by tree-stride. Other nearby trees come alive at the command of the dryads. They move in to smash the dwarf with a senseless ferocity. Nevena, in shock at this outrage, uses her magic to speak with the treants, hoping to stay them from their course. They inform her, quite simply, they are charged with killing the dwarf, Søngberg Mountainsun. And at this, the treants nearly succeed. Søngberg is picked up and slammed hard into the earth, being saved only by the unassailable fortitude of his adamantine armor and his faith.
A terrific battle in the cold, dark rain ensues. Arrows flit under the swaying branches. Wolves gnash and claw and scrape at bark, belching their exhalations of frost that turn rain droplets into hailstones. The wyvern screams and tears and whips its stinger-tail about. Elves on both sides succumb to each other’s arrows. Wolves have their backs broken by angry treants. Wet leaves and mud paint the scene. The drow use their poisoned swords to sicken one of the rampaging trees to an early death. Eira and her hammer are stalled versus the third treant’s mighty trunk. Amarth blasts at the scene from afar with her spells of ice and fire. The dryads are slain by the bow-shots of Nevena. The champion, Othorian, wades through the mud whirling his mighty two-handed sword. Like Eira, he is a powerful fury to behold in battle. Though surrounded by two poisonous drow and a massive frost wolf, he manages to dispatch the berserk wyvern behind him. His sword then slays the only remaining wolf. Then he fends off both Vesryn and Imbryl, unaided all the while. However Eira proves a match for him—the swinging of her hammer brings silence and stillness to the great warrior of House Eroth.
Only Amarth escapes, her departure made possible by Othorian’s sacrifice. Søngberg survives, having been shielded by his allies and his god alike. In this way, House Eroth has failed. The Trespassers are conflicted and question their role in this battle; they worry over being dragged into a war that is not theirs to pursue. In the aftermath, the bodies of the dead are looked to and given proper elven rites of battle and death. The beasts are afforded the same privileges and honor. Søngberg is admonished by a drow for attempting to add his own prayers to the scene. Othorian’s sigils, the trophies of his distinction, are awarded to Eira. Vesryn and Imbryl are witness to it; they show her greater deference and respect as a result. Rystall eventually returns, having tarried behind to gather intelligence on her enemies. She is crestfallen to see more of her kin, from both Houses, lying dead in the mud and leaves.
When nothing more can be done, the dead are left behind. They are covered by Rystall’s powerful earth spells. The white witch then leads the party into the Eagle Hills where another great tree stands sentinel before an old mine entrance. It is through this tree that Rystall will lead them to Tarminus Urien—the summer palace—now ironically frozen in Irythil by the curses of the enemy.
Eira 3200 (+ Evermeet Renown)