Gate of Memoirs/Burning the Vale

The humans encounter a Void dryad… but nothing shall stand in the way of their overwhelming victory.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Dark Pursuit"	Music: "Dark Pursuit"
 	
*Baelfyr: Spread out and cover the sides. Make sure none of those fiends get away.
 	
*Baelfyr: Ah. Hello. Finished with your preparations?
 	
*Baelfyr: I have never been this far up north. The reports are not all rumors, you know. 
*Baelfyr: The Frigid Arches we passed just now have been the grave of many a foolhardy band of adventurers.
*Baelfyr: I suppose it's only by the grace of the Fae sage we're able to come this way in the first place.
 	
*Soldier: Sir!
 	
*Baelfyr: What is it?
 	
*Baelfyr: ...!
 	
*Baelfyr: Bring them to the barracks. Anyone proficient in herbs and medicines, have them attend to the injured.
*Baelfyr: Hmph. So even the very forest writhes with madness.
 	
*Baelfyr: Tales of the Fae are widespread in the Northern Kingdoms. They are known as benefactors and tricksters both.
*Baelfyr: However, this is the first I've heard of some "tree spirit". This may prove to be a problem...
 	
*Baelfyr: I will certainly require your talents, friend.
 	
*Baelfyr: Messenger! Tell the men to fall back from that area.
*Baelfyr: and I will go in search of this adversary.
 	
*Soldier: Aye, sir!
Portrait	Dialogue
 	
*Baelfyr: Well, well... would you look at that.
 	
*Baelfyr gestures toward the murky, fetid marsh in the center of the clearing. It appears to have once been a lake.
*In the distance, an enormous tree that seems to reach up to the heavens towers over the entirety of the Vale.
 	
*Baelfyr: This is the fabled home of the Fae? Not exactly the paradise we've been led to believe.
 	
*Baelfyr: I do wonder if it was the strength of these foul creatures or the complacency of the Fae that led to this.
 	
*Baelfyr: Huh. You think it's the invaders, ?
*Baelfyr: You seem to know more than you let on...
 	
**bzzzzz*
 	
*Baelfyr: ...?
*Baelfyr: We've got company. I suppose our little chat will have to wait.
 	
*A searing flame erupts from Baelfyr's blades as he swings them in a deadly dance against the swarming Voidborn.
 	
*Baelfyr: !!
 	
*A massive, gnarled root bursts out of the ground, knocking the wind out of him.
*Baelfyr: Ghhh...
 	
*Baelfyr: It'll take more than that to keep me down.
*Baelfyr: Show yourself, fiend!
 	
*Alraune: ......
*Alraune: Leave...now...
*Alraune: Leave...my children...alone...
 	
*Baelfyr: Children? That's new. These things can breed?
 	
*Baelfyr: Well, if it breeds...we'll just kill it.
 	
*Alraune: ...!!
*Alraune: GET OUT.