Its story time once again kids. Tonights tale is one deserving of the finest dwarven ale and the strongest elven wine. So break out the glasses, fill them with mead, enjoy the warm fire and let me tell you a tale!

Once upon a wizard, there was a mage with a bad tooth. Papa druid said to the mage, "Little mage, what for your bad tooth, how shall we fix this?". Such was the mage that he had a dentist for a mom. Mommy cleric said to the mage, "Little mage, for your bad tooth we must DRILL! and FILL! and top it with a crown!". Oh the horror! The agony!

"But Mommy cleric and Papa druid, the crown I need for my tooth is on the 7th isle in the Plane of Sky!" said little boy mage. "Then to Sky we shall go little mage! We shall devour our enemies, and get you your crown, but first we must find us a god who can summon corpses, for there is only one way to move our entire army through sky at once!" Said Papa druid.

"You mean the great god Crellin Papa druid? But I heard that he is all powerful, all knowing, and has an ego the size of an ogre! For certain he wouldn't trifle with the likes of us?" said little boy mage. Papa druid was very wise however and knew how to trick the great, all powerful, god Crellin. "Never fear little mage, Crellin is bound by Kazel himself to go forth in search of items that can only be found in the Plane of Sky, we shall promise him these gifts and then he will acompany us."

Papa druid was very wise indeed and the great god Crellin agreed hole heartedly to go forth with warriors of Papa druid's army. And so they went, the mighty army of the Shadow Council, up up into the heavens in search of riches beyond even Xaver's active imagination.