Having proven his greatness and supremacy, Iggleriv the Supreme returned to Sharn a hero, as the wretched Vallo had further need of him. The creature’s superior, a veritable mountain of a man, had made many mistakes, as all men other than Iggleriv do. Iggleriv in his kindness pledged to erase all the man’s misdeeds and bring to light those who, being mere imperfect mortals themselves, tried to take advantage of the misdeeds of others.
Iggleriv knew that, mighty though he was, he could not bring to light these creatures, these foul monsters, these cruel villains on his own. And so with a heavy heart he sent away his loyal creations Flag and Aisha and tasked them with discovering the truth. And he did send away the creature Vallo as well, belaboring him with many words. Then did Iggleriv and his follower Nevakri journey in search of the truth as well.
The loyal creations of Iggleriv, those bearers of a fraction of his supreme power, Flag and Aisha, did succumb to weakness at this point. Both wished to know more of the world away from Iggleriv, and so they did journey to a tavern, there to taste the sweet nectar of mortality. And so they went, forsaking their mission. But as always, luck did shine down on the mighty Iggleriv and his companions. The tavern-owner, whose name cannot be spoken without defiling the mouth, did taunt the two, claiming that without their master, they were nothing. In retaliation, the two channeled the power of the mighty Iggleriv directly and laid waste to the tavern. The monstrous tavern-keep begged and pleaded to preserve his foul skin, providing information to those two lions of Iggleriv.
The creature Vallo, meanwhile, did his pathetic upbringing proud and did destroy the hearth and home of one who opposed Iggleriv. Long were the lamentations and pathetic the wailing, but Vallo did trust in Iggleriv and ere long had finished his task.
The mighty one himself did travel to the home of a weak and frail old woman. With a word, he restored the woman’s youth and in gratitude did reveal the name of the one who sought the downfall of the man-mammoth.
The Band did reconvene at the mighty mountain’s manor and did compare notes unnecessarily, as Iggleriv had siphoned the information from their minds. They journeyed to the dark tower of the evil one, slaughtering the unworthy as they passed. As they entered, the mighty evil one mocked them, foolishly. Iggleriv considered his opponent, then shattered the window and wall behind him and launched him into oblivion. To ensure the dark one’s demise, Aisha the Proud grabbed one of the monster’s filthy undead and leaped out of the window, steering the creature on top of the devil’s prone figure. The scourge had ended. Or had it?
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IGGLERIV AND THE CURSE OF THE CLAW