On the charred plains of Avernus Abishai wheel and twist in sky alight with hellfire--they dive, claw, and bite at lemurs and lesser fiends--before the Bronze Citadel a frightful host assembles--devils, fallen celestials, and worse. When, at last, Nergal's Pit Fiend emissary tender the relic, Demilich calls the portal into being with naught but a brush at the woebegone face etched upon the diminutive tree statuette carved from an elm that once grew beside the River Styx in Hades.<br/><br/>She is the first to step through the gaping portal, fingers of hell fire lap from the edges of the tear fabric of the planes. There lies Shadowdale, there looms Storm Silverhands's Farm, the Old Skull, the Twisted Knoll, and the Tower of Elminster Aumar. As she passed beyond the portal, the hosts of the Lords who have accompanied her follow--the air is filled with the scents of hell: blood, brimstone, and death.<br/><br/>A boy sitting upon a haystack looks upon the aspect of a Fallen Deva, then to Demilich and screams, a half eaten pear falls from his hands. He runs with the desperation engendered by the sight of a company of diverse and twisted hellspawn.