The party had a new goal, unlike anything they’d tried to do before: find a couple of century-old corpses, fix them up like new, and resurrect them. Finding the Yellow King’s corpse should have been harder, as his mortal death was caused by a beholder’s disintegration ray. However, a couple of limited wish spells were able to summon the pouch containing his earthly remains, and then restore it to a corpse. Cheryl worked her clerical magic, and the Yellow King lived again. Unfortunately for him, she resurrected him outside, and the light of the sun burned his skin like he was a vampire. He quickly fled, naked and unhappy, into the shade, and the party gave him enough clothing to completely cover his skin from the sun’s harsh light. They asked him why this had happened, but he was unable to respond. As it turrned out, the Yellow King’s helmet wasn’t there to handicap him. He genuinely could not speak, hear, or see, and so there was no reason to place weak spots in his armor over his mouth, ears, or eyes. It didn’t explain how he breathed, though. Or how he knew where things were. Everybody’s best guess was that he had some kind of tremorsense or ability to detect the spirits of things.
The Yellow King had lost his giant size, otherwordly strength, and magical items in the resurrection process, becoming a normal, if somewhat short, human man.
Because the Yellow King wasn’t talking much, the group was on their own when it came to finding the Red King’s corpse. A wish spell wouldn’t have worked as well in that case, because the Red King’s body had been used in the creation of a monster, bound by magic to its location. They hopped aboard their airship and flew to Rokugan, the home country of the Chaos Kings, and learned that he had, in his old life, married into a prominent clan after his adventuring days were over and before dying. He was under an enchantment that would only allow him to live until he had completed his goals on Earth, and his final goal was to pass on his sword techniques to his first child. Once she had finished learning them, he promptly died, leaving his widow to raise their daughter alone. To add further insult to injury, his will stipulated that his body be donated to a man who had previously helped revive him when he had met an even earlier death: a necromancer who lived in a well-hidden cave.
To learn this, the party had to research the Red King’s old life. They learned that he was once known as Bayushi Daisuke of the Scorpion clan, before marrying into the Isawa family of the Phoenix clan and taking their name. They tracked down his tomb, and found the casket empty. A couple of uses of Speak With Dead later, they found out from his widow that she had honored Daisuke’s promise and delivered the corpse to a seemingly random spot in the desert. His daughter did not know much about Daisuke’s promise, but, when asked if she missed him, replied “Every day.” The party decided that the Red King was a real jerk of a deadbeat dad, and that they would have a long talk with him about leaving his daughter like that.
First, though, they had to find and resurrect him, so they bought the Yellow King a falchion and suit of armor to help him feel more comfortable, and headed out to where the necromancer’s cave was. The Yellow King had been there before, so he helped lead the way. Mammon, having gotten wind of the group’s plot through undetermined means, moved to stop them. He called upon his adopted daughter Beelzebub, embodiment of the sin of gluttony, to transform into her Tarrasque form and halt their progress. The Yellow King, itching for a chance to stretch out his newly-revived human muscles, voluntarily leapt from the moving airship and onto her colossal form, dueling with her while the party entered the cave to find the Red King’s reanimated body.
The cave was filled with several dozen golems of all shapes and sizes, guarding tunnels that led deeper down until a small bedroom was found. There, the group found the long-decayed remains of the necromancer himself, guarded by a pair of iron golems. They wisely chose not to pick a fight with them for no real gain, and headed back until they found a tunnel they had earlier ignored. There they found the Red King’s body, stitched together into a flesh golem that had long gone berserk and destroyed several other flesh golems in its rampage. They took him down and left with the body. Outside, the Yellow King was hacking away at the regenerating Tarrasque’s corpse, trying to keep her dead for as long as he needed to. Once the party picked him up, they left on their ship and headed back to Vardiss’s house.
Another Raise Dead spell was used on the destroyed flesh golem that used to be called Bayushi-Isawa Daisuke, and he awoke, smoldering in the sunlight just like the Yellow King had, and vomiting up a stomach full of the formaldehyde that was used to preserve his body. He took it in good humor, though, and explained that the reason he and the Yellow King couldn’t stand sunlight was that, in their homeland, the goddess of the sun had forbidden the use of raise dead spells. Any raised folks she saw wandering around would be struck down by her power, and so they had to keep out of the sun’s watchful eye or quickly go back to being as dead as she thought they ought to be.
The next step was figuring out how to get their power as Lords of the Chaotic Neutral plane back, but the Red King had a plan. He requested Raziel’s sword, which had been given to him by Mammon as a “gift” of sorts. If the Red King could break the sword, the piece of Mammon’s power that it contained would go to the Kings, and they could use that to regain their former strength. Even the Red King wasn’t completely sure it would work, but it made sense to him, at least, and he was, after all, a master weaponsmith. He further promised Raziel a new sword if he really wanted one. Raziel agreed to the request, and handed over the sword.
The Red King then asked Cheryl to join him and the Yellow King in placing their hands upon the sword while he broke it, saying that he had come to respect her for all she had done, both for him and the Yellow King, and for the party. Especially the way she totally lied to those guys back in the tent about not getting involved. Putting her friends before her honor was something that the Red King really thought was just great. So Cheryl took her place with the Kings, and the sword was broken. The Kings regained their power and their magical equipment (somehow), and Cheryl gained the powers of a Divine Guardian.
The Yellow King, twelve feet tall again, took a couple of practice swings with his oversized falchion and somehow communicated to the Red King that he believed he could cut a hole to the Judge’s realm. After taking a couple of weeks to prepare and build new weapons and armor for the rest of the party, everything was ready for an assault on a plane of existence that none of them had ever visited before.