The Last Couatl

The party traveled the huge path of stairs up towards the large monolithic statue of a serpent. The Vanguard was greeted by a the gaping maw of the serpent entrance and two cloaked figures wearing white tunics. Two voices reverberated as both cloaked spoke in unison…

You who would traverse the holy ground of the White Serpent… Many have come before and many will follow, but all have followed the traditions of this sacred place. As the White Serpent is a messenger of peace and tranquility, weapons of war are forbidden from entering. If you seek an audience with the great white serpent you must leave your weapons here…

The party relinquished their weapons and entered the pillared halls of the white serpent. Tapestries filtered through the breeze as a massive white serpent with feathered wings towered above the heroes… Its pale white scales and blue hue feathers tapered through the wind, but its body spiraled over a hundred feet and coiled beneath it. Wisps of blue light shown around its body and its face bore a white beard that was over five feet in length.

No words were spoken, but sounds whispered from the room towards the heroes.

I am the last of the Couatl, the grand white serpent… I have been here since the beginning and I would continue to the end if I could. My time is running short, my life, but a few years till the end… When I must be undone… You are the chosen few who would… Some might claim could change the fate of the world. I will stand against the powers of darkness and evil, but will anyone stand with me? Must I face the evil alone?

The towering creature looked towards Petr Roy and its voice shimmered through the marble hall as shadows covered the room…

Would you stand with me? Or will you leave a wake of destruction as grand as your father? You search for him, but Eli will be waiting at every turn… Every path leads through him…

The shadows abated the room and the great serpent rose to survey the party again,

Those of you who would seek, may search below… In the depths below to break the evil in this ancient stronghold… Castello Ice lies beneath us and an evil has been trapped below. If you would serve, then stop the warring of the remaining races in the world… Bring them peace and perhaps we will have a chance… Perhaps one last chance…

Will you stand with me? Can you stand with me? Time is unwinding me, will it unwind you…

The Last Couatl

The Golden Empire JohnMadak