Long had the city of Kenabres been protected from the nearby Worldwound by Terendelev, the mighty silver dragon. She had mainly left the governing of the city to the humans. When it came to defending the city she was always nearby. In fact, once before, the great Terendelev had fought off the Storm King when he attempted to destroy the wardstone with his vorpal blade.
On this day of Armasse, Terendelev was in her human form. She was mingling in with the large number of revelers, crusaders, citizens of Kenabres. Upon noticing five humanoids she peered into their very souls. She liked what she saw, well maybe one was questionable. Nevertheless, these five had something indescribable about them. She would need to look deeper into them.
Suddenly Lord Hulrun opened the great doors to the Cathedral of St Clydwell and walked slowly out to the podium. Shappock Hulrun had a way of controlling a crowd such as what now filled the beautiful Clydwell Plaza with the smallest of gestures or gazes. Slowly he made his way to the front steps. He cleared his voice and…
His shadow was cast on the door behind him but the noon sun was high in the sky. The impossibility of the shadow seemed strange to Terendelev. If he was casting a shadow on the west facing door of the Cathedral of St. Clydwell something was amiss in the Worldwound. She quickly turned to look west and saw the Kite was engulfed in Abyssal energy. Energy created by none other than Khorramzadeh, himself.
The Storm King was flying above the Kite after having teleported into the warded city of Kenabres. He destroyed the Kite with a pillar of evil energy and probably the wardstone as well. Terendelev jumped into the air not wasting any time and started to shape shift into her true form, that of a huge silver dragon. She had to be airborne far enough so as not to hurt any of the good citizens of Kenabres. Once she was far enough away she flapped her wings and took to the sky hoping to draw the Storm King away from the huge crowd. She roared out a challenge to the Storm King.
Upon reaching her desired altitude she circled around and then descended upon the vorpal sword wielding balor lord. During her descent she noticed several things. There was a planar gate on the northwestern side of Clydwell Plaza and through it poured denizens of the Abyss. As the brave crusaders turned to face the abyssal horde many of them were being felled by humanoids wielding scythes and glaives. Khorramzadeh was performing some sort of ritual no doubt to create a permanent gate through the warded area. The group of five were holding their own versus some minor demons. For the tiniest of seconds she had wondered why she had noticed them. Certainly the Storm King was the only threat she need concern herself with.
As she descended upon the Storm King she spared another split second to insure the five were safe. Why had she done that? She opened her mouth wide and readied her claws to rip the Balor lord apart once and for all. It was to the point of no return when she realized it had all been a trap, carefully laid out by Khorramzadeh. She plunged down and couldn't adjust to the Balor lord's swiftness. He lashed her with the flaming whip and grabbed her by the neck and mounted her back while he held onto her neck. With his vorpal sword he slashed her several times in the neck. Chopping deeper with each swing.
The Storm King had won. Her life force was leaving her body. She looked over and saw an Ulkreth slamming its four fists into the ground causing the entire plaza directly in front of the Cathedral to collapse. It would have been easy to pass into the next world and visit Iomedae. Just let go. She knew she had one more thing to do before the Storm King's blade finished its job. She cast Feather Fall upon the five fighting the demonic horde as they fell into the darkness. With a nod and the briefest of gestures she followed that up with a quickened healing spell. That was the final act of the guardian of Kenabres as the Storm King's blade struck true once again, cleaving the great wyrm's head off its body.