Surrounded and outnumbered the maniacally evil Kalarel succumbs to the weight of numbers. As he drops to the floor, the Thing In The Portal writhes and lashes out one more time to snare the cleric - dragging him kicking and screaming into the Shadowfell. The inky-black film within the portal, having lost its connection to this plane, dissipates. The ground tremors abate.
The Rift is closed. Winterhaven and beyond have been saved.
But at what cost?
Daelagor lies dead in the temple above and Egil was last seen pushed through the portal, roaring in defiance, never to be seen again.
Searching Kalarel's body reveals that his Rod of Destruction was merely a means for channelling his filthy arcane powers. He was, however, carrying a wickedly magical (+2) dagger (+2 to hit and damage, and +1D6 damage on a crit) presumably employed in his grotesque sacrifices.
The suviving party members also find a cache of gold behind Kalarels altar which divides (conveniently) into six 150gp piles.
Having defeated Kalarel the party lick their wounds and return to Winterhaven - carrying the corpse of Daelagor with them. Velorien wonders how he will explain this to his queen...
Upon arrival, the scholar Parle Cranewing is waiting for them - having made the journey to Winterhaven himself on hearing from his colleague that the party had set off for the ruins. In return for the painstakingly drawn maps that you have accumulated he gives each of the six surviving characters 250gp for their trouble.