Korvarl set to work putting together the summoning ritual to call a celestial being to their aid. Caiden ducked out of the room with a growl stuck in his throat, and Percula trailed along after him.
The others stayed put, watching as the ritual was underway. Some of them gathered around to pray to their various deities, each quietly hoping a servant of their respected god or goddess would be the one to appear.
What appeared sent everyone to their knees, regardless of their faith. In a blinding flash of pure golden light appeared a tall angel, six enormous wings of white feathers spreading from his back, his muscular body clad in a suit of purest silver and gold armor. A winged helm crowned by a glowing golden halo covered his face, save for the blue light pouring from his eyes. On his belt hung a massive sword, its crosspiece and hilt together forming an image of open wings.
The being of purest Benevolence lifted his head, looking each one of them over. One by one, they bowed his head under his gaze as he looked upon their souls.
"This servant of Apophis you speak of," said the angel, "has broken his shackles and committed acts of atrocity beyond even the ordinary machinations of demons. Ordinarily..." he allowed a brief pause, "this would nonetheless be the business of mortals. Mortals allowed the demon here. It is not the place of celestials to meddle in the affairs of those who damn themselves. But you could have just as easily summoned a demon to answer your pleas... They would have been willing. Yet you chose the forces of good. For this, I will aid you."
With a casual wave of his hand, he broke the summoning circle. The bindings could never dream to hold a being of his power - truly a powerful celestial had answered their summons. Perhaps even powerful enough to challenge Xiraloc, if his appearance were anything to go by.
"However," said the celestial as he stepped out of his would-be bindings, "I will not condone the greed of mortals. I am aware Xiraloc sleeps in a treasure vault. If any of you takes a single treasure beyond this sword demanded of you, I will relinquish my aid and leave you at the mercy of the demon. Is this understood?"
They had no choice but to agree. With this rule thus set, the celestial led the way back to the clanhall under which Xiraloc lay in his age-long slumber.
Waking the demon proved simple with the celestial leading the way. Because the celestial drew his golden sword, which instantly caught flame, and swung for the slumbering demon's head. Xiraloc awoke and formed a blade from seemingly thing air. While the two battled and nearly brought the entire clanhall crashing down on their heads, the adventurers slipped by just enough to acquire Dáinsleif: a beautifully made sword, its blade engraved in runes and its hilt wrapped in fine leather. There was no mistaking it - it looked like the sword of a hero.
The celestial of Benevolence slew Xiraloc - even if he lost two wings in the process and several pieces of his armor, receiving some slashes that left trails of glowing golden blood. Xiraloc lay defeated, banished back to Hell - and the adventurers were allowed to depart with their prize.
((Some quick trivia: Originally, players would be able to choose whether to work with the celestial or simply dismiss him. Players could summon a demon lord instead, and pay a higher price for his aid but acquire many more treasures. That's the short version. ))
The journey back out of the Forbidden Halls of Clan Dimmlundar seemed almost simple compared to the journey getting there. But as they finally stepped back out into the open, frigid air of the Jagged Edge, they saw a figure approaching them - Agni himself.
Just as everyone was asking themselves how the hell did he get here, Agni put on a smile and said he would take the sword now. Several adventurers demanded answers for that binding put on them. But since it was only broken once the sword was back in Agni's hands, they were forced to give over the blade.
Agni took it with thanks... And then he took a few steps away from them, saying that he would explain everything. In particular how he got here after all the strife they faced in the Edge even reaching this point.
It was because Agni was a dragon.
The change was rapid. One moment, there was a dwarf - the next, the single most enormous red dragon any of them had ever imagined stood before them, all enormous wings, horns, and a great crest on his head.
The dragon seemed pleased with providing this revelation. It had been to long, he said, since mortals gazed upon his magnificence. Yes, he put a bind on each of them to assure that they would retrieve the sword and not fail him. The city was warded against his entry, as - long ago - King Hreidmar himself stole this very sword from the dragon's hoard on his mad, greed-driven conquest of Nidavellir. The dragon decided they deserved, after all they went through, to know the truth: Dáinsleif was one of the only weapons in the mortal world capable of harming something such as a dragon. It was forged long ago by an ancient, primordial race now forgotten by the ignorance of Men: a race with the blood of wolves in their veins.
But now Dáinsleif was his once more, and his to keep. Once more would no mortal disturb the hoard of the great dragon Flametongue.
The dragon gave them one last parting gift: he cleared a path for them down the mountain, scorching everything in his wake. He said it would not be difficult for them to find and follow back to their own civilizations, for the Jagged Edge was no place for mortals.
And, with that, the dragon Flametongue took his leave - and promised they would never meet again.