After a short, uneventful journey, you arrive in Riverdale and find Firiona Vie at the inn. She seems surprised to see you, but collects herself so quickly you begin to think that perhaps you imagined it.
'So you are the Oathbound they sent,' she frowns. 'I hope you are as reliable as The Seventh Hammer thought. I have urgent business in Qeynos and no time to waste. Come, we leave at once!'
You lead the way down the path through Karana. Your pace is quick and you soon travel a great distance without incident, though at times you can't shake the feeling that you are being watched.
Suddenly, two massive hounds of Chaos burst through the forest on either side of the path, their two-headed growls jolting you to the marrow. Out steps a tall, horned Iksar holding an ornate staff fashioned from a Giant's vertebra. His laugh is rasping, like wind blowing through dry, hollow bones.
'The Great Firiona Vie, out in the wilderness with but a single escort! My Master will be pleased to learn of your horrible demise.'
'Your overconfidence shall be your undoing, Kelsa.' Firiona glares. 'You and your whelps are nothing before the powers of Order.'
'You will not be so bold with their teeth at your throats! Attack!'
Firiona Vie begins in play for you and if she dies, you lose the game. (You also lose if you discard Firiona Vie from your hand.) Slay the opposing avatar or complete four quests to win!
Game Win Lore
Kesla has been defeated -- his forces are routed, his energy spent. The final blow is quick, his expression surprised, though his eyes are filled with hate and darkness. With a final hiss, Kesla slumps to the ground dead, his once-vivid scales now dull; his great staff lies shattered at his feet. You turn to Firiona and make sure she is all right.
'You fight well, Oathbound,' she says. 'I can see now why The Seventh Hammer spoke so highly of you. But do not forget that you are to remain hidden in shadows -- a rumor, at best. No one must know of your existence.'
You realize the great honor it was for a High Elf like Firiona to grudgingly give you even a simple compliment. But you are also concerned with the presence of a Chaos Lord this close to Qeynos and ask for an explanation.
'Enough. Let us leave this place. You will be told more once we reach Qeynos.'
You have defeated Kesla the Sorcerer!
Game Loss Lore
You watch helplessly as Firiona Vie falls to the ground. Her cry is the anguish of one who has lived for ages and now has her freedom suddenly taken from her.
Kesla strides over her prone body and with a cruel sneer, summons forth more Chaos hounds. He thrusts his staff to direct the hounds at you as a spine-shattering howl escapes their slavering jaws. As they rush at you in slow motion, paws pounding in the bright sunlight, you brace yourself for your final stand with the knowledge that you will at least take more of them with you on your trip to oblivion.