Althaea's Journal IX
Session 9

Althaea’s journal entry for 25th of Sunburst continues

As I was waiting for my comrades to wake up, Jarvis brought me a note from Borel. Evidently he had felt an urge for hunting to appease his restless spirit. So it appeared that I had to have my earnest discussion with him some other day. I did not know whether to be relieved or vexed. However, I knew this would do Borel good, so I let my feelings subside.

As Carric and Dulkan emerged from their chambers and joined me in the family room after having breakfast, I showed them the letter Borel had left behind. We all accepted that this was something he had to do, and we just had to make our plans accordingly. Next on the list of agenda was to contemplate on the druid issue and what possible ways we could have to try to negotiate them to our side. Dulkan was concerned that we should not oppress or extort them. I reassured him that no alliance is strong-holding if it is achieved through treachery or coercion. Be that as it may, there were likely some real benefits in the alliance for the druids, and we only needed to find out what those benefits might be. The best way to do that is to know your potential confederate. Thus, off to the library we went, Carric and I.

I do not know how Dulkan spent his day, but Carric and I made with our time at the large and well-equipped library of Moon on the Rise. Our large library did indeed – after some searching – contain as many as two books on such an elusive and obscure subject as the druids: they truly keep to themselves. From the book that I found I learned that the druids were involved in the Emerald Forest from its beginnings. An elven city had been built in the forest, and the druids had been named those who were to maintain a balance between the city and the forest, people and nature. Evidently they had failed in their duty, since the forest had gone wild with only ruins were left from the city. Another bit of information I was able to acquire was that while the druids were very independent, they heeded to an arch druid, and one at some point in their history was a druid called Mise.

After Carric had spent the whole day reading a book he had found, he had a stroke of luck; in this book were detailed accounts on some of the customs and rituals the druids adhered to. Firstly, apparently as visitors come, they are to perform a friendship ritual of sort by presenting a gift to represent themselves and a gift to represent their land. Second, while the druids were quarrelsome and discordant bunch, they all respected the ritual of spirit communion. It seemed to be a ritual where the fortuitous pledger might receive a signal from numen.

Whilst Carric and I were immersed in our studies, my father arrived. With father, Dulkan came back to the house from doing whatever he was doing. We passed intelligence, and I related him the idea of invoking the druids to our cause. He was surprised but pleased that I had thought of something that had not even occurred to him. My father, however, was the harbinger of alarming news: the Baron in his lunacy had sent messages to surrounding dragons appealing to them to take over our land; supposedly he believed they would allow him to remain the acting ruler of the district. What idiocy, what folly! The dragons are unpredictable at best, and perhaps the next dragon would not even be eager to let the people be, as Khariss had done, apart from the yearly tribute and an occasional kill. Maybe the next dragon would not want adulation but annihilate all inhabitants of the region.
Sense of urgency was upon us, and we made haste with our preparations for tomorrow’s expedition. We had to come up with appropriate gifts to present to the druids. I asked for the fish-pie recipe Carric had procured from the cook we met after saving the boatful of fisherman in our journey to Arry (so long ago it seemed now!). I borrowed the kitchen, and although I do not have the habit of making baked goods, I was able to rustle up a decent smelling and looking pie. This was to represent me as a guest. It required more contemplation to come up with something representing the land. Finally it came to me: I should bring them Anthea seeds! It would make a very appropriate gift. Carric’s gift to represent himself was some copied recipes of the potions and brews he had found in our adventure in Assarna; Dulkan decided to part from his halberd.

26th of Sunburst
In the morning, prepared well for the consignment, we set for the Circle of Spring and the hamlet of the druids. I knew the way as I had visited the place couple of times as a child growing up in Moon on the Rise.

The journey took a few hours but before very long we could see a clearing in the forest up ahead. We stepped out from the edge of the woods and in to the sunlight illuminating a forum and dwellings surrounding it. Some of the houses were burrowed in small mounds and hills, like little gopher’s nest. Some were built using twigs and branches, around growing tree, utilizing it as a support structure. Others had grass roofs, looking too like mole hills. The forum was busy and some druids were seen coming in and out of their huts, some hurrying somewhere looking self-important, and others locked in heated, almost vitriolic discussions. Apparently however bickering bunch they were, apparently liked arguing and disagreement so much as to opt to live close to each other instead of hermit-like life in abodings scattered farther apart.

As soon as we stepped out in to the forum, a druid hurriedly approached us. He greeted us, and we introduced ourselves and presented the gifts. This druid, called Zoon, was more interested in what we had to offer than our purpose of coming there, or who we were. He quickly accepted us as his guests; apparently the protocol was that the first one to accept the visitors under his patronage, or hosting their visit, that person would get the boons. We asked to meet the arch druid, and found that the current arch druid was called Cantheon. We were pointed towards a hut, but as Zoon as saw some other druids approaching he quickly retreated back to the hut he had emerged to greet us. Swiftly he went through the boons and abandoned everything but the fish-pie, which he hid underneath his robes as he bolted back to his hut. The druids approaching us next were somewhat vexed that, apparently again, Zoon had jumped to the opportunity to greet new visitors taking their gifts. I had been concerned how well we and our offerings would be received, but evidently there would have been no concern at all: apparently hosting guest was a task every druid seemed eager to undertake as it meant endowment. The next druid was also more interested in what of the presents Zoon had discarded, and selected Carric’s potion recipes from the pile.

Provided then only with Dulkan’s halberd and my Anthea seeds we approached the arch druid’s residence. There were two druids making their case before their arch druid, with heart-felt offence in their expressions. Our approach went unnoticed, so engaged they were in their debate. After a while, however, the arch druid noticed us, and asked what it was that we were after. We presented ourselves, indicating that we were the guests of Zoon as he was the first one to greet us and take us under his hospitality. We then offered the little we had left for the arch druid. He took them paying little notice on the artefacts. But, we had heeded to customs, and now we could present our case.

With all my eloquence, every perspective of profit I presented for the arch druid that an alliance with us would bring, he remained unmoved. Dulkan attempted to negotiate with him as well, but to no avail; the druids just were not interested in joining us, no ideals pleaded with them. They considered themselves independent already, and possible dragon oppression did not concern any of them. Finally Carric found the answer: the only things all druids believed in, the only thing joined them, were rites and rituals they performed, especially that of the spirit communion. Thus, Carric proposed that we could go to their Tree of Ash to perform this ritual to seek a sign of approval from numen. Some snorts were heard in the audience; voices of astonishment and even reprehension that a non-druid should know of such a thing, and daring to suggest performing the ritual. However, the arch druid gave us permission, as he considered the ritual was free to be performed by anyone who knew how – and thus others had to conform.

Next, we needed to find the place where the ritual was to be performed – the Tree of Ash – and find five herbs required for the ritual. Three paths led into the forest from the forum – eastern, southern and western path – but we had no way of knowing which one led to the Tree of Ash. As we selected one and ventured into the woods we could hear snickering from some of the on-looking druids. The path forked several times, and what there was seemed to me almost like a maze. We decided to keep heading south; however the paths forked, we would choose a path leading to south, allowing retracing our way back to the druid hamlet.

We came to a small glade, where we found the ruins of the fallen civilization: a broken obelisk. The glade was bordered from the south by a brook and on the other side of the brook was a rock-face and the path continued there. This was the path we should take, should we wish to remain taking the southern turn of the road. Dulkan suggested that he should cross the brook to get a quick look what would be up ahead along that path. He needed to cross the brook, and nicely he did it too. His clothes and boots got wet, of course, from crossing the water. Not much of interest was to be found there, so he crossed the river back.

As the walk to the druid hamlet and negotiations had taken quite long, dusk was already settling. We were not sure whether to press on or to camp for the night. However, we were tempted to see if there would be a better campsite on the path continuing on our side of the brook. We decided not to cross the brook as neither I nor Carric were too keen on getting wet, but keep walking the path a while. As we continued forwards, a mist begun to form, and soon the road up ahead was covered in thick mist. Suddenly we heard someone sobbing. As we all strained our ears to hear better whether it was someone truly in trouble, or whether it was just a rouse to lead as into a trap, I saw a form gliding in unnatural way in the mist, apparently looking for something. Alarmed by this I whispered Carric and Dulkan that we should retreat and go back to the glade where we had found the broken obelisk. Quietly we retreated back, and fortunately both the mist and the creature in the mist did not follow us back.

We opted to camp there that night; Dulkan had to dry his wet clothes as not to catch pneumonia. I did not have a bedroll, so I suggested that, to keep warm, I should lay by his side underneath the same bedroll. Luckily Dulkan did not let false modesty to restrain him from this prudent and healthy choice, and he accepted.

27th of Sunburst
Dulkan’s clothes and boots had dried up during the night, and neither I nor Dulkan had caught a cold for we had kept warm sleeping in the heat generated by our bodies. After we had breakfast Dulkan suggested he should climb the cliff to get an overview of the area, as we had no idea where the Tree of Ash could be. Carric casted a spell which would allow Dulkan to walk the vertical surface of the cliff as if it was horizontal. First he had to cross the brook again, of course.

As we were peering to see Dulkan against the rising sun I suddenly saw a form in the sky. With a head of a deer and the body of a raptor it was species called Peryton, as Carric later identified. It was clearly about to attack Dulkan, so I cried out a warning. We could see the foul fiend over a hundred feet away, but neither the spells of Carric’s nor mine could reach that far. We had no alternative but to watch helplessly as the creature flew closer to Dulkan. But as soon as we got it in our reach, we hit it with everything we had! It was not long before the creature spiralled down, dead. But our triumph was short-lasting; two more of the same species came not far behind.

As we could not concentrate all our arcane might this time, this round of fight was considerably tougher than the first one. While our spells were successful, there were two creatures we had to divide our attacks to, and they reached us quickly. I had a successful spell, which fixed their sights on me. The one in point took a dive straight towards me. I could fend of its attempt to ram me with its antlers, but then, both of its claws got me! It took a firm grip of me with its left claw and its crushing grip prevented me from breathing; I could feel my ribs cracking under the relentless pressure. While holding me still with its left claw, it had a firm hold to lacerate me with its right, leaving behind four gushing wounds cut through my flesh on my right side. My consciousness blurred in visions of red, pain and pulsing lights before blissful unconsciousness overtook me.

My consciousness shifted like waves undulating against the shore, towards awareness and back in unconsciousness. I could hear – at least I think I could hear – both Carric and Dulkan calling for me, pleading for me to fight, to come back, not to give in. I do not know how long I was unconscious, but after some time floating somewhere beyond conscious mind I knew that I was coming back in this reality, and the pain from my wounds surged over me. Barely able to think, I reached for my flute to sing my spell for curing wounds. To date I still believe that the first spell I performed was my music resounding inside my mind rather than being something I was able to sound outside of me.

As soon as I could focus my mind and I could fix my eyes to something beyond the capsuling pain surrounding me, I could see the troubled looks on Dulkan’s and Carric’s faces. I was able to articulate that I was all right; and after performing a few more spells to cure my wounds I truly was. We did not have much time for rest, as we were pressed for time. Actually, I was almost myself again anyway, as I had cured the worst of my wounds with my magic. We decided to follow the path continuing on the other side of the brook, so Dulkan crossed it yet again. As it was his fifth time crossing, he knew the best place for crossing it. Carric at my left elbow and Dulkan in the other, I was able to cross it too, without any mishaps. At that moment I felt blessed to have two such concerned and caring companions to be by my side in this adventure.

Carric had been able to locate all five of the required herbs for the spell along our walk down the paths towards the Tree of Ash. Finally providence was on our side; at last this path was the right one and it led to the glade where we found the Tree of Ash. Carric set up the ritual and lighted a fire using the herbs he had gathered. I was sitting with my back against a tree and I felt a sense of tranquillity inside me. The herbs were smoking in the fire and their pleasurable and mellowing scent was in the air, while leafs were rustling from a slight breeze and occasional bird sang its song in the trees. After the exertions of the day, this serenity and calm of the glade aroused a feeling of happiness and gratitude, and I wanted to join the music the fabric of being was resounding, and I lifted my flute again to my lips. I played a tune which was that of my hearts; or maybe it was the music from the surrounding forest that formed into sound through me. The silvery notes from my flute, the breeze in the trees and the song of the birds seemed to make the smoke coming from Carric’s fire to dance; it made swirls and curls beautiful and enjoyable to watch. As I looked mesmerized at the smoke dancing to my music, I suddenly saw it form a familiar shape: an eight-pointed star behind an eye of a dragon. Behind the sign of Mishra was the shape of a large dragon. I knew we had been blessed: this was the sign we had been looking for. After the smoke cleared, caught in the branches of the Tree of Ash was a loose sprig blossoming with the most beautiful white flower formed from eight pointy pedals. I picked it up and drew its scent, and it was the most pleasurable fragrance.

We all knew that we had to leave this enchanted place, so we took our leave. The serenity of the glade and reassurance of mind did not leave me for long, and I could not begin to trouble myself too much with things to come. We retraced our steps to the forum outside the druid hamlet to show them the sign we had been given. Our party again stepping from the woods, now to campfire-lit forum, with me in the lead, holding the branch put the whole druid community in an uproar. It had been ten years since anyone had had a sign, so this indeed was a token that the spirits were favourable to our cause. We presented this to Cantheon, and now we were able to begin negotiations.

While there was some discord among the druids on the level of commitment, we were able to negotiate some help from the druids. Cantheon could not agree to an alliance equal to the position that Arry agreed to take; we were given a pledge that when we should call for aid, we would receive it. To cement this treaty, we were introduced a druid called Vex, who was to be our envoy. Thus, he joined our party as we walked back to Moon on the Rise.

Althaea Nailo

The Vision in the Woods
9th Session

The Party began their plans at getting the help of the Druids by research. They scoured the Nailo estate library for any information on the Circle of the Spring, as they were called. They discovered a book about the subject, one that Carric immediately started poring over.

At the same time, Yaris Nailo arrived to the Moon on the Rise, along with Anthea. Both brought ill tidings; The Baron was tightening his grip on Duskport, and had probably already sent messages inviting some dragons to take over the region. Anthea’s divinations had too failed, both because of the chaotic times, and because of magical shields preventing scrying on the Marram. Time was indeed running short.

Still, there was hope. The Party found a particular quirk of the druidic circle; While the group was bickering and dissimilar, they adhered to their ancient rituals, a few of them which were described in the book. The Party prepared themselves and set off in the morning, bearing gifts in order to placate the druids. Borel had however went off hunting on his own, and was absent for the upcoming trek.

The next day, 26th of Sunburst, the Party arrived in the druid encampment. Soon they learned that the druids were difficult to negotiate with, as they liked to bicker with each other. But the gifts and proper guest rites brought them access to the Archdruid Cantheon, an impressive, scarred dragonborn.

The Party presented their ideals valiantly, but their message did not find roots in the Archdruid’s heart. The druids had lived for centuries alone in their woods, not disturbing and not being disturbed by anyone. Joining a grand upheaval would set a troubling precedent for their political independence. Just as the hope began to fade, the subject of the want of the nature spirits was brought up. The Archdruid sent the Party on a mission to commune with the spirits of the nature in the nearby sacred tree, clearly hoping that this doomed quest would discourage the envoy and send them back home. The Party accepted, hoping that this act would buy some trust from Cantheon.

So deeper into the woods they went. Adeptly navigating their way in the twisting pathways of the Emerald Forest, the Party eventually discovered a clearing with a totem overlooking a river flowing through and an impressive cliff face. After gathering the herbs needed for the communion ritual, the party traveled further as darkness fell. They happened upon another clearing, covered in unnatural mist. A faint sobbing was heard in the mist, giving the heroes a difficult choice: To investigate or to ignore? Eventually Althea’s keen eyes spotted an unnatural character in the fog, and the Party retreated, avoiding a potentially hazardous confrontation.

Afraid to further explore the dark, imposing forest, the party camped in the river clearing, eagerly awaiting for some sunlight. And as 27th of Sunburst dawned, Dulkan decided to climb the cliff to get a better view of the situation. Aided by Carric’s magic, his ascent was short. But at the top, he found only a path deeper south… And apparently garnered the ire of three flying creatures. With the body of a great raptor and the head of a stag, these Perytons descended upon the party. Only by the barrage of magic brought on by Althea and Carric were the creatures defeated, but not before they gave the Party a fright by nearly killing the elven bard. However, Althea proved to be stronger than what she seemed, as she rose up a couple of hours later, no worse for wear except for torn finery.

Meanwhile, Dulkan had braved the path behind the cliff alone, and found their goal: A serene circle of stones underneath a great tree. After Althea’s recovery, the Party arrived to the circle and performed the ritual. Despite every source being pessimistic about it working, the Party encountered a vision: Mishra’s sign, along with a great, white dragonic silhouette. After they woke, surprised at the shared vision, they also found a branch bearing the tree’s flower that had appeared as they dreamed.

The Party brought this branch back, utterly surprising the druids. Bound by the rites, the Archdruid stated that the Party had Mishra’s blessing. And while he was still uncertain whether they could join the new order, the druids promised to help. With this promise, and a druidic envoy, the Party returned, wondering about the significance of the vision…

Memo from Borel

My fellow comrades,

It been such a long time i feel the excitement of battle and primal survival instinct in my veins. I feel rusty and less agile days without action. I hear the call of the wild within me, therefore i must head to venture in the forest if lucky find a prey. This is not farewell, our path will cross yet till then, farewell and take care my friends. I will come back with epic adventures to share and maybe some artifacts from the hunt. Hope to see you in couple of days.

I made a painting for all of us, a reminder of our epic adventures.



Althaea's Journal VIII
Session 8

20th of Sunburst
This morning was busy for me as I needed to rehearse my song “The thirteen saviours of Arry” with musicians in order to make it a performance to remember. I also wanted to prepare few other songs to perform at today’s festivities as well, as it had been a long time since I last had an opportunity to entertain people with my music. I was able to find three musicians who could play instruments that were most suitable for the composition, and had a singing voice complimentary to mine. Indeed, our voices combined together allowed multiple layers of harmonious singing to fulfil all senses.

Just before the festivities, Dulkan approached me. He had wanted to give tokens of appreciation for the men. He had prepared medallions, of sort, to give to the men for their valiant efforts. I was very happy that Dulkan had thought of that, and was now asking me if I wanted to join in distributing those tokens to the men at the festivities. I was wondering how he could get nine medallions prepared so fast, but when I looked more closely, I understood. They were fashioned from spoon baits; how appropriate as the men were sailors and fishermen turn into fighters and combatants! But when I saw the words he had chosen to be inscribed inside the spoon bait, my heart was about to burst from pride, joy and affection. It simply read: “_Defender of Arry – In Year 1 of the New Reckoning_”.

When it came time to open the festivities, I was well-rehearsed with my fellow musicians. Although I say it myself, we gave an excellent and moving performance. I was glad to see that our nine men were singing happily and proudly along when it was time to perform the song I had thought them only some days ago. Then it was time for the speeches. Alexha gave hers, congratulating and thanking us for taking care of those pestilent creatures, the Harpies and the Sahuagin, which had plagued their seafaring people. After Alexha’s speech Dulkan and I gave little speeches of our own whilst distributing the medallions to the men. It was very heartfelt and earnest moment, the men being so grateful and humble, while bursting with pride while accepting them. This to me felt like the true main event of the festivities.

After distributing the medallions, Dulkan and I cogitated on the matter of divulging the information about Khariss to truly promote our main agenda. I was of the opinion that whatever we do, we should consult Alexha first, as she is the ruler of this domain. There was no point in stepping on her toes in such a matter, which was concerning, after all, giving sensitive information to her subjects. We had but begun our communion when Borel, who had apparently had one too much to drink, overheard us and in his impatient and impertinent manner overtook the floor and revealed everything by himself. I was in shock of his wilful action by which he ignored us all in the decision making process. We had gotten this far together, discussing and negotiating and taking every viewpoint into careful consideration. But now, he had acted on his own behalf. However, for once, when Borel opened his mouth he did not put his foot in his mouth. Indeed, his words were well-chosen and eloquent, and I do not believe even I could have made the speech more heartfelt and convincing. Be that as it may, the damage had been done and we had to face the consequences. I could see that especially some people among the merchants and artisans were not as easily accepting this news as the common folk to whom Borel so easily appealed to.

But the worst was yet to come. I could see Timothy storming towards us, furious. He began to reproach us, Borel in particular. I attempted to appease Timothy and calm the situation. But I did not even have the chance. Disregarding every measure of good manner, Borel waved me quiet, boasting me that he would handle this situation, and attacked Timothy. I could not believe my ears! I was speechless in the face of such ill-mannered behaviour. I could not but stand back in horror as all my efforts towards dragon-free rule, all the good work we done and all the lives we had put at stake in our adventure, were now going up in smoke, thrown in the furnace of Borel’s inflated ego. The things he said to Timothy! I cannot even repeat it, there is no point. The conversation did not proceed beyond machoism on the other side and anger on the other. As Carric and Dulkan were indisposed, I could not get their aid in my futile attempt to silence Borel and appease Timothy. For a moment I felt sorry I had not learned any spells that would render their objects mute. Having had this thought I immediately regretted it, feeling like I had fallen short for fulfilling my duties as a diplomat as I was not able to negotiate the two viewpoints closer together. How could I face my father when he would know how I had failed! I had no choice but to wait for them to run out of steam, hoping that at least some of the delicate stands of the new-formed alliance would survive. Every diplomat’s nightmare!

After Timothy stormed off, Borel returned to his drink, conceited as if he had won something. He had won nothing, but possibly lost us, and our cause, everything in a single fit of machoism. I returned to the festivities, talking to people and attempting to bring the benefits of a dragon-free rule to their minds, so that people would see the possibilities and not the threats and difficulties of the situation. Carric had long since retired, but Dulkan was still there, asking what had transpired. I could only say that Borel had acted like Borel; I was too upset to state anything more, my mind in wild turmoil with possible ways to mend things. There was nothing else to do but to retire for the evening. Hopefully tomorrow will bring me piece of mind, and maybe things had not turned as dark as I feared they had.

21st of Sunburst
In the morning Dulkan was feeling better, but Carric was not. I went to Carric’s bedchamber to see what the matter was. Apparently Dulkan and Borel had come to this conclusion, too as we were soon all gathered at Carric’s bedside. He was indeed feeling very poorly, barely able to lift a glass of water to his lips. It became evident that herbalist’s skills would be needed, to allow Carric’s recovery. Yet again, when a fried was feeling poorly, I was not able to help a comrade in their sickness: I had no skills that would be of use here. As none of us could be of any help, Borel went off looking for someone with required skills.

Dulkan and I remained with Carric, as we needed to take stock of the current situation. Northern realm was now in an alliance with us. Southern realm, as ruled by Lord Erinak would not stand to oppose Baron Marram, but he would join us if the Baron could be persuaded to our point of view. There was still LadyTuire to consider of the southern realms. Western realm was still, at least in name governed by the Baron, although his rule was dependent on Khariss’s favour. Half of the members of the council were on the side of the dragon-free rule. Only easterd realm had not yet stated its opinion in the matter: actually we had not heard anything from Kolmhaag, or from the Kiln family, since the news of Khariss were first delivered. Thus, the power balance between Baron with his old ways and the new rule was hanging by the stand-point of the Kiln family.

As I saw it, we had three options. We could stay in the northern parts to reinforce the alliance; we could go to Kolmhaag to ask the official opinion of the Kiln house; or we could go to Melenne to meet with Lady Ashinka and my father to discuss the current situation and to think of a show of power to allow the Baron to hear us and see reason.

Dulkan seemed a bit agitated as I spoke of Kolmhaag and Kiln house. The reason soon manifested. He opened by stating that if we were considering going to Kolmhaag, we should be aware of something. There was a curse in the Kiln family line, where their fate was joined with that of Khariss. It seems that if a member of Kiln family was born with a mark of Khariss, it meant that they needed to send someone along the tribute to be sacrificed to Khariss. Current Lord Uratha bears the sign and Edessa was originally chosen as the sacrificial lamb. Dulkan volunteered in Edessa’s stead, and he joined the tribute knowing he would meet a certain death. So, when we discovered that Khariss was dead, he was given a second chance. However, things were indefinite: what was to become of the Kiln house and members of the Kiln family, those born to it and those adopted, now that Khariss was dead.

Then Borel came back, bringing with him a man clad in elk antlers: a druid. It seemed that both Dulkan and Carric had contracted Scale Plague whilst sleeping in the damp conditions a few nights ago during our adventure in Assarna. Dulkan had been able to fight it off, but Carric’s constitution did not allow him to recover as quickly. Even in his weakened state Carric expressed academic interest in the druid’s healing methods, using both herbs and magic. The druid concocted some sort of lotion for Carric, which was to be applied to the skin at regular intervals. I offered to help Carric in this matter, but perhaps out of shyness, he opted to use “Mage hand”.

We had received summon from Alexha in the morning. No doubt to discuss about the things that had transpired yesterday, and what we were planning to do next. After we had attended to Carric, we headed for the meeting room. There was Alexha, looking solemn and Timothy, looking very austere. I waited for them to begin and set the mood of the discussion. As soon as Timothy begun to speak, Borel again engaged him in very offensive altercation. Timothy’s anger immediately flared up, and he was warning us for the far-reaching repercussions of Borel’s announcement and behaviour yesterday, quite legitimately I might add. Spies of every major family in power were now quickly distributing this news all over the realm. All this was arrogantly dismissed by Borel. I was helpless, powerless to stop further agitating Timothy. Thankfully, Carric, who was now feeling a little better, assumed the role of the mediator. For some reason Carric now succeeded in which I had so miserably failed yesterday: to get Borel to control himself. After Borel finally held his tongue, I was able to attempt some form of reconciliation between our party and theirs. In no uncertain terms, Alexha stated that we should leave Arry, the sooner the better. I could very well understand that. I reiterated my wishes from yesterday that our alliance would remain strong, regardless. We agreed that we should leave as soon as possible, and Alexha was gracious enough to prepare our ship for us.

I was not at lost at what to do next. Seeing the druid I had remembered something. Druids inhabit the Emerald Forest, and Melenne is in the northern outskirts of the forest. This was a group of people usually opting themselves outside politics and power struggles, and we reciprocated by leave them be. However, these peculiar circumstances where we were without a ruling dragon to oversee the realm, the druids might wish to promote dragon-free rule as well as. Zathare, the dragon who ruled the realm before Khariss, had inhabited Emerald Forest, and there was no way of knowing what domain the next dragon would choose as the location of its lair, or indeed what kind of havoc it would reap before settling to power. Druids would definitely be a formidable force, perhaps enough to allow the Baron to reconsider his maniacal behaviour. Even the fact that druids, which are considered free spirits, would join under one banner of dragon-free Dusk Coast should make a statement. I shared this information with my comrades, and we reached a consensus that we should make our next destination Melenne.

22nd of Sunburst
In the morning we set sails to Melenne. The captain estimated that it would take us two to three days to get to Melenne, depending on the weather. This meant that we had again free time to better ourselves and to share information. On the subject of sharing information: Dulkan and I had had a confidential discussion about Lady Ashinka’s motives yesterday. Dulkan was concerned by the contents of Lady Ashinka’s letter and he was also anxious because of Timothy’s words regarding Lady Ashinka’s ambition. So, I arranged that when our meeting with Alexha and Timothy was over, the rest of us would leave, allowing privileged discussion to ensue between Dulkan, Timothy and Alexha. Dulkan now shared his opinions. He had gotten the impression that while Timothy’s opinions were coloured with prejudice and pessimistic worldview, Lady Ashinka was a woman who made things happen and was eager to seize an opportunity when one should present itself. I was no stranger to this idea, as that was exactly what we had done in Khariss’s lair, to name one occasion.

On the matter of bettering oneself: Borel had expressed wishes to learn to play some instrument. He had bought a guitar, and hopefully I was able to teach how to play a guitar. He was not too quick a learner, but he would have plenty of evenings and leisurely days to keep on practicing. I estimated that it would not take even a year for him to master the guitar, or even at least to be able to amuse himself with his talents.

23rd of Sunburst
It seemed that it would take more than two days to get to Melenne, as the weather was not very favourable. Carric had used this time to study the fan and the iron ring. The fan was indeed used to raise a great wind to blow the sails full and expedite journey. However, we dared not to try it as of yet, since there was no room for any mishaps in instrumenting the fan.

24th of Sunburst
We continued our guitar lessons with Borel. Dulkan had wanted to learn about sorcery, and Carric was teaching Dulkan some basic things about it.

The evening was late when we finally reached the port of Melenne. As I had docked to this port several times before, I instantly knew where we would be able to hire a coach to take us to our family estate “Moon on the rise”. I was looking forward in seeing my brother Bade and his wife Maria together their twin daughters, Rhodonna and Valeriana.

We loaded our trunks and other belongings to back of the carriage, climbed in and of we went. We soon reached the outskirts of Melenne, and the town with all its lights, sounds and smells was left behind. Moon, though not full, shone bright with stars in the refreshing cool of the evening air as we proceeded down a wide dirt road leading to “Moon on the rise”. Lining the road beyond wide shoulders was a forest of lime, ash, beech and occasional oak trees. The lit lanterns of the coach also lend their light inside the coach. We were all in pensive mood, perhaps also somewhat tired at each other after several days the small confines of the ship’s cabin. No-one spoke and all we could hear after passing the busy sounds of the city in the evening was the creaking of the leather seats and rhythmic but slightly muffled clop sounding as the hooves of the quadrigram pulling the carriage made contact with the dirt road.

Reaching the gates of “Moon on the rise” our coachman stopped the carriage, and I climbed out to greet our gatekeeper Alfred. I was so delighted seeing him after so long. He was surprised to find that it was me and my friends coming: he had been expecting us but not this soon. After I had had a chance to greet him properly, I climbed back in the carriage and Alfred opened the gates. The road now changed from dirt to gravel for the distance of our driveway, and at the end of which I could already see our family home, lights lit in the family room. The garden on either sides of the driveway, trees, flower benches and statues standing in the garden, were all the same as the last I had visited, and a sense of familiarity, calm and ease permeated through me; I felt as if a weight had been lift off my shoulders.

The coach pulled to the main door. I was already running up the stairs to the door as the rest of my company stepped out, stretching their legs. I had not time to knock as the door already opened and a familiar voice asked me: “Is that you miss?” As the door fully opened, I saw Jarvis our butler standing in the light of the hallway behind him, and seeing his face my heart shrank a bit: I had forgotten how long it actually was since I had last been to “Moon on the rise”. The last I had been there Jarvis was a man in the prime of his life; now, although still in good health and with evident vitality, he clearly was an older man. I sometimes forget the frailty of the human race and how evanescent the human existence is. I quenched the impulse to embrace him: my emotions towards Alfred, Jarvis and their families – practically members of the family – were intimate and private, and I was jealous not to let any intruders to tarnish the moment to express our feelings of rejoice after meeting again, expressing our mutual devotion and attachment.

Jarvis led us down the hall lit with sconces, all the way towards the door behind which I knew I would find my brother and his family. Opening the door to the family room Jarvis did announce us, although usually we do not care for such formalities. Approaching my brother with extended arm, and then offering a cheek to my sister-in-law Maria I greeted them with appropriate affection to be shown in public towards family members. I inquired after the girls, and received news that they were in good health, pursuing their respective interests. There would be plenty of time to introduce the party to the girls; members of the Nailo family are introduced to the world at a relatively younger age than is usually the practice among non-elven members of the nobility. As my brother had quite correctly assumed, this evening we would not have much time to talk about diplomatic issues or family matters due to late hour of our arrival. We only needed to get a round of introductions, have some light refreshments and then appoint everyone to a room where they would get some rest.

Receiving news that Bade was expecting our father to arrive, if not tomorrow then most likely the day after, we decided to retire for the night. Bade asked me to show the guest to their rooms, and I knew the east wing would be available for the use of guests. I was wondering whether to remain in my room or one of the guest rooms as a gesture to be one of the party still, even though at my family’s estate to express comradery. After Dulkan, Borel and Carric had settled to their rooms, I visited Jarvis and his wife, and then Alfred and his family. We had a lot to catch up and I did not know how much time I would have for myself tomorrow or whenever father and Lady Ashinka were to arrive. We also needed to initiate discussion between the druids and us as the emissaries of the new rule.

25th of Sunburst
Very early in the morning, when morning dew was just misting leafs and flowers in the garden I came downstairs after my nights rest to wait for my comrades to wake up. I could use these early hours of the morning before my human friends would wake up to play the piano with my niece. Rhondonna was very keen on music; an enthusiasm which I shared. Valeriana was more inclined towards botany and herbalism; how to use plants in healing. So this morning Rhodonna and I were in the family room, having fun together with music.

However, I could not be completely in the happy feelings of playing with my niece. There was a weight in the back of my mind. Now as the first comforting feelings of getting back to the house that I had spent most of my childhood had abated, the troubles and realization of the needs for discussions, clarifications and negotiations came crashing back in. We had plenty of things to discuss within our party, most pressing of which was definitely Borel’s erratic behaviour, and between the harbingers of the new rule. I was of Dulkan’s opinion that the framework for the new rule needed to be drafted in paper to be sure towards what end goal we were actually working for. As soon as my comrades would wake up and come to breakfast, we could gather in the family room, or to the library if it suited better, to discuss matters at hand.

Althaea Nailo

Writings forgotten in a drawer

There is a room in the east wing of the Nailo estate in Melenne where, tucked away in an inconspicuous drawer of a great bureau, half a dozen sheets of writing wait for anyone with cause to rummage through that particular compartment. Should the discoverer be of intellectual inclination, well versed in languages and with a taste for trifling riddles, then perhaps she might be excused if she didn’t immediately realize the eminent suitability of the notes as kindling. A cursory analysis would reveal that the author, a man judging by the script, has attended a lecture on the fundamentals of sorcery, or at least he has endured the beginning of it. These parts are trivial and would be discarded outright. But then the text assumes a more private style, not as hasty, one which speaks of aristocratic erudition (observe especially the two references to Zorasshper’s poetry) and of familiarity with High Dragonic idiom. Most intriguing of all, passages of Miner’s Cant in dwarven runes appear sporadically on these later lines.

Here are the contents of that manuscript, including strikethroughs. Words originally in Miner’s Cant are set in boldface.

Quill, you shall be my confidant.

In this head of mine, in its moonless mere set astir by chimeric serpents of atramental deeps — therein I find my inkwell, poured to the brim by uncouth Fate.

Here it spills.

When in my youth I played with the stable boys, I was always branded the Fancy Talker. I did not mind. Besides, there are children in the nobility who intone in a much more courtly style than myself. Such is their nurturing, and they soon learn to take pride in their long sibilants and refined turns of phrase. I vacillate — is it proper or preposterous?

My companions seem so cultured. Althaea has her music and her journal. The scholarly disposition of Carric is apparent to all. Even Borel, my brother, whom I took for an ordinary man in terms of mental capacity — carefree and unpretentious yes but studious? — has to my surprise revealed a keen interest in literature and, most recently, a passion to learn the lute, at which Althaea has provided him patient guidance. And what of myself? I am now the sorcerer’s neophyte on a miscellany of arcane matters, primarily academic at this stage as opposed to practical. I try to follow his rapid cascading of thoughts, sometimes failing utterly, at other moments sensing a glimmer of reason, but how near my understanding hits the mark I cannot say. He splays his mind over books and parchments with delight. We are so unlike.

Actually, we share a common virtue, as I have discovered to my great excitement. How should I put it? He spoke contrastingly of sorcery and wizardry, the former drawn from a dragon-inherited inner potency — excepting wild magic? — whereas the latter may be unlocked by any adept who possesses its key. Could there be a more fitting metaphor for this venture of ours? The prevailing dominance of sorcery represents the rule of dragons, the old order. Hence the coming age shall herald the rise of wizardry. Alas, I am but a grain of sand in Sithrakh’s hourglass, and I cannot hope to see the Day that follows Dawn. Yet there is work to be done, here and now. Complete autonomy — that is the lofty ideal that unites myself and Carric.

Behold Dulkan the Philosopher! Perhaps I should grow a long beard and retire to a high chamber in some lonely tower. I wonder what new shade of red my appearance would conjure on Vulkan’s cheeks if he suddenly found me thus, rivalling his own venerable whiskers. I always take after you, my friend, eventually.

Here is another piece of wisdom: With my own hands, with my own mind. Those are the words I had engraved on this new ring. I have grown fond of the thing, I must say, though at times when my fingers play with it, as is their irremediable wont, they expect to find the Kiln signet. Then a deluge of memories. I wish I could have some assurance that I am going the right way, that what I am climbing is indeed a high peak on wide foothills. I see nothing but fog everywhere. Where am I to head?

There are the five Kiln precepts, which seemed sound enough when they were impressed upon me, and as they owe their origin to the hardships of the Age of War, they might be of some use at present. First, be true in your word and conduct. Bah! To my endless displeasure, all these affairs of statecraft require a rather oblique view on truth, so I have learned. One must be mindful of all facets of the gem. Let us consider the expedition to Assarna, for instance. On my part, it began with a sincere desire to help the locals, to instill in them some of that same enthusiasm that I feel, but now that the happy faces of Arry are not here to remind me of the direct import of our achievement, I see the dark outlines of a political stratagem. A dragonchess gambit — how cruel that the Sahuagin terror worked in our advantage, in the end. Timothy opened my eyes to Lady Ashinka’s machinations. Corrupt she is not, I would surmise, but I must fathom the depth of her principles. Question: directly or indirectly? Orc arse! Whose work is dirtier, peasant’s or his lord’s? Let Althaea figure it all out, she is the cleverest of us in such things.

The subject of the Dragon Knights also demands a subtle enquiry. Why did the appeals of Alexha go unanswered? I sense a clandestine power at work here.

The second rule: Master your craft. A respectable advice, without doubt. This more than anything distinguishes us the Kilns and the varied peoples who come to their service. Each is allotted a rightful position, not by name or by influence, but on a promise of future merit. All dedicate their efforts on the practice of their own skill, earning praise in proportion to their attainments, working concertedly, each a strong link in the chain. This is how I see myself now: a sword hand for the cause.

But unlike an exemplar of Kiln discipline, I must be my own general also. A lone ring. Along with three others.

Third: Honour the divines, your elders and the old ways. The dragon divines — if such forces truly exist, who am I to contradict their wills and whims? Mishra watch over us! However, I find it difficult to accept that such metaphysical beings would or could favour any particular form, dragonic or otherwise. The acolyte at the temple of Cruxis disputed this hypothesis, but clearly his spiritual imagination is fettered by the doctrine of his superiors. One day a new vision of the divines Borel is sensitive to heterodoxy. Perhaps I should discuss the theory with him. As to the elders, in all likelihood they have grown rich in knowledge, and they have proven themselves worthy by their works. For these reasons I bow before them. But as to their traditions, I do not see the value of antiquated mores in times such as ours. Verdigris may ennoble a monument, but who would ask for a corroded cuirass?

But the curse — am I truly bound by its mysterious portent of doom? I fear to learn the answer.

Fourth: Remember your duty. Agreed! My duty is this: to assist in drawing around this humble tract of coastal land a new line of demarcation. All who are willing to work for the common good are welcome within, all who seek to impose tyranny and pointless unjust hierarchies are to be driven out. Our realm shall parallel the Age of Splendour in prosperity and peace, and yet the citizens shall enjoy a degree of freedom without ancient precedent. This I swear on my word of in the name of Ashanti. For all my follies and shortcomings, I cannot see how I could possibly be on the wrong side on this point.

In the Age of War, the duty of every Kiln, and of every man and woman under their banner, was to defend Dusk Coast on its eastern ramparts. My own self-imposed commandment is hardly less weighty. On the contrary, have I not broken ranks for a higher calling?

Fifth and last: Remember the fallen. Oh, how I have brooded over them during these past days. And nights. You Kiln guard, who met your end by my sword, what was your name?

Heed me, Ashanti, I have committed a crime and the guilt torments me! But I cannot bring myself before your judgement until this work is done. I must keep my tunnels dark. My sole hope is that, by pursuing this cause to the end with all my energy, I may finally atone my transgression and have peace.

Vulkan, you were under this same yoke once. The passing away of young Duratha must have weighed heavily on you, I understand that now. And then you brought to your hearth a stray boy from some ravaged farmstead near Devil’s Needle, and you named him Dulkan. What was it in me that caught your sagacious eye? All those years you watched over me and crafted me into shape. Another treasure for the Covetous One, another living sacrifice — these were my thoughts when I learned the harsh truth, and so the bond between myself and the Kiln family was cut completely. No free soul should be made an unknowing stretched uopn a rack. If you claim you know my tunnels, Vulkan, you know they lead out, to daylight.

[An entire paragraph here is thickly crosshatched in ink. The text is illegible.]

I have disturbed the slumber of dust in curious rooms in this elf hall. What an eerie quiet. I feel as if I have trespassed outside of Time and its worldly rush.

Thuelach, white captain of the mountain watch, your words have echoed in my mind since I returned from the threshold of death in Assarna. I was but a lad when I last saw you, but the memory is pure and clear. “You have a place in the Hallowed Halls when your time comes,” Lord Uratha said to you in a low and solemn tone, one that I had not heard before. And this was your response: “A great gift, my lord, but I decline. My true home has always been in the mountains, on their snow-bright slopes, close to the sky. My request is that I may spend my last years there. When the infirmity of old age takes hold, I wish to be glaciated into the eastern face of Falconwail Peak, as is the custom of my bloodline. There I shall greet every sunrise until the world itself ends.” Never before or since have I witnessed such stoic acceptance of mortality. I was awed and horrified, and still am, to a degree. But I would wager that, with strength and vigour such as yours, you still live and have many more years left to roam your high domains.

I wonder how my own end will arrive, how my name Enough of somber thoughts!

Edessa, whatever comes, our paths are fated to join.

The Sands Are Running
8th Session

Festivities! The 20th of Sunburst was filled with joy and feasting, and the whole city of Arry got a piece. Wine flowed and everyone got a share, celebrating on the accomplishments of the Party.

Then came the speeches. After Alexha reminded that the populace would be in a debt of gratitude to the Party, thus laying groundwork to the eventual new nation, Borel capitalized on it immediately. He told of Khariss’ death and spoke of a new, dragon-free order. Thanks to his personal magnetism, Althea’s encouragement and the good feeling of the festivities, the message was well-received by the people. But not by Timothy, whose strong personality clashed with that of Borel’s. He was furious about the ramifications of this early reveal, which could lead to internal strife, splintering and Duskport blaming Arry for treason.

The next day, 21st of Sunburst, the Party met with Alexha, after discussing their options. The ruler of Arry and her aide warned them that message of their deeds was most likely already on its way towards the Marram, and suggested that they leave as soon as possible, still assuring that Arry would stand behind them when the time came.

Lady Drusia’s letter and Timothy’s poor view of the woman sowed seeds of doubt in the heart Dulkan, who started to question for whom the coup was orchestrated. In a moment of anxiety, he revealed the existence of the Kiln family curse to the Party as an explanation of why Lord Uratha Kiln had left. But since travelling to Kolmhaag would take too long, the Party had to find other options. They would still need to gather a show of force that would bring the Baron to the negotiating table.

The answer came to Althea. In the dungeons of the Sahuagin, Dulkan and Carric had contracted the rather nasty Scale Plague, which now manifested as lethargy, fatigue and aching. While Dulkan managed to fight it off, Carric was slowly slipping further away. Borel, along with Kerach, hunted down a herbalist to cure him. A herbalist who revealed himself to be a Druid. Seeing the antler-wearing sight brought memories to Althea; In the Emerald Forest, near her home in Melenne, lay a circle of Druids. This enigmatic group, happy to live in the woods, forgotten by the surrounding nations, commanded power over nature: A perfect ally for the oncoming march to Duskport.

So the Party decided to head towards Melenne, where the leaders of the coup would be gathering. For the next days they sailed peacefully, spending time among themselves, learning and teaching each other. And at the dusk of 24th of Sunburst they arrived to the elven-ruled city. Althea took them to the Nailo estate, a huge, if sparsely-populated, manor well off from the city limits. The Party greeted her family with a warm welcome and took in the sights. The next day Althea’s father promised to arrive, and they would take a stock at the situation…

Althaea's Journal VII
Session 7

Althaea’s journal entry for 18th of Sunburst continues

I felt I needed to reprimand Borel for his erratic behaviour. He was kneeling beside unconscious Dulkan as I approached him. With all severity and sternness in my voice and manor I told him what I thought of his behaviour; he had put us all in risk and now Dulkan had paid the prize. I had but just began reproaching him when I saw his eyes tearing up, and a single tear was running down his cheek. This immediately calmed my emotions and I felt sorry for him; he had grown very fond of Dulkan and was now equally worried for his safety as I was. I resigned my reproaches, and could only plead with him that he would consider his actions a bit more carefully the next time.

After my overwhelming fear for Dulkan’s safety had been assured needless, I could turn my attention to the men. All were in good health and high spirits; the spirits were only heightened by the return of those men who had pursued the fleeing Sahuagin. Only two men were injured, but luckily their injuries were not too severe which was a small wonder considering their fighting skills. I stabilized the two more seriously injured men and attended to some superficial cuts and bruises of the rest. I congratulated myself for preparing the men well for battle, as my spells, encouragement and leadership had saved the men from greater injury. I then made sure everyone had an opportunity to rest and that the beddings of the injured men were on higher grounds as the floor was ankle deep with water.

Then I turned my attention to Kerach. Carric and I were interested on the details of his capture and the information the Sahuagin attempted to gain from him. Kerach told us that he had been ambushed by some Harpies, and in escaping them he had fallen into a ravine. Severely injured after his fall, his affairs had taken a turn from bad to worse as he was then captured by the Sahuagin. The Sahuagin had questioned him relating with the strength of Arry’s naval defences, but courageously he had remained silent. Carric and I also asked what the reference to the Baron might mean, but Kerach could not provide us with more information.

As the night had fallen already some time ago, and everyone was tired from the fight and other excitement of the day, we then laid to a well-earned rest. We had to take our rest where we were as unconscious Dulkan and the two injured men were in no condition to be hauled up the well.

19th of Sunburst

Next morning Dulkan finally came to. I was heartbroken when I looked at his painful walking as he inspected the grounds, leaning on Borel. Was it only yesterday when I had seen him moving with such agile grace? Looking the way he moved and carried himself now was almost like looking at a stranger. I could bear it no longer: I had to do something to make him feel better, both physically and mentally. Once Dulkan had finished inspecting the location with the help of Borel I approached him and asked whether I could be of help. He accepted, lifted his shirt to allow me to inspect his wounds to perform my magic. By tapping into the music and harmony of nature, I concentrated the healing power of nature with my voice and guided it through my hands on his injured ribs, mending them so well as if there were never broken. Dulkan was visibly grateful for my aid, and I was only too happy to help.

Apparently this use of beautiful and natural magic for good – healing instead of destruction – had raised a question in Dulkan’s mind about magic, sorcery and wizardry. He was quite earnest as he asked Carric how the magic worked; he had a long standing distrust of mages and great magical powers. Carric answered to the best of his ability. As Carric’s answer was very academic, I wished to interpret his meaning to Dulkan: the power of magic is not good or bad, only the people wielding it are. Just like weapons are not dangerous or evil, but can do great harm in the wrong hands.

Then was the question: what next? Carric had expressed wishes to explore the travel chamber. We had only one day of rations left, so we could not take too long. However, while Dulkan was now fit enough to travel, but two of our men could not keep up with the rest, let alone be hoisted up the well. Thus we decided that Borel and Dulkan accompanied with the able bodied men should travel back to the little village we docked to fetch the ship and then us. There were still enough rations to make us do, even if we would need to wait longer than one day in case of some unexpected delay. Mindful that the telling the tale of our victorious adventure should take place as soon as possible, I took some time to teach Dulkan and the men the song I wrote of our quest. This is the song, called “The thirteen saviors of Arry”:

My good friends, do lend your ears:
in nightly breeze a voice comes singing
words of hope for all thus bringing
Hearken to dispel your fears

Know ye these companions four?
Althaea, bard, and Carric, mage
Dulkan, Borel great in rage
Brought by fate on Arry’s shore

Creatures of the sea, they learn’d,
scourged the folk who liv’d in fright.
Peace and calm the four upright
heroes yearn’d to see return’d

Humans eight, one dragonborn,
Arry seamen, fighters best
joined the party on their quest.
Swiftly they set sail in morn

Fables of the rocky isle,
Assarna, had these words to tell:
beneath the bluffs the creatures dwell
abyssal beings, villains vile

In Assarna more was told:
“Go back! unless ye know the ways
that shield against enchanting lays.
Harpies prey on rovers bold!”

Winged witches, fearsome fowl
little did concern the daring
thirteen who, their weapons baring,
dauntlessly went on the prowl

Mountains rose around their course
and in the wind a voice came vexing:
harpy’s lure of evil hexing.
They bent not for such a force

The hunt was raced up up a wall,
and perilous did seem the way.
At last the harpies came and they
met heroes standing proud and tall

Borel axe in hand then roared,
the air was fill’d with battle clamour.
Mightily swung Krüg his hammer
and off the coward creatures soared

Carric cast a potent spell,
and thunder clapped with lightning blast
upon a harpy flying past.
The she-fiend met her doom and fell

In their nesting place were still
two of that most wretched kin.
The chamber rang with fighting din
and harpy heads were cast downhill.

Lo! an ancient arcane stair
through the mass of mountain core
brought them long last down, before
a well into Sahuagin lair

Dulkan, leader, then did speak:
“’Tis the hour, worth or woe
shall be your lot. Ye men must show
who is strong and who is weak!”

“Lead us on! Pray, waste no breath”
said Arry men, so brave a host.
“The two we now desire most:
fame for us, to demons’ death!”

Battle raged in dark and deep
halls of ages past and where
steel met steel. That night in there
did Arry men much honour reap

Borel stepping forth thus cried:
“Piscine pest, I am unyielding!”
Brawny man, a great axe wielding,
multitude of foes defied

Through the melee Dulkan fought.
Nimble as a fox he paced
at their priestess deftly raced
and her heart his blade tip sought

“Water’s wench, thy days are done!”
Carric spoke and out he hurl’d
a storming sphere, his wrath unfurl’d.
Thus the battleground was won

Also praise Althaea, she
of crafty guiding, hands that heal
and songs that fill all hearts with zeal,
who help’d to win this victory

Dearest friends, now you have heard
of heroes thirteen and so learn’d
how glory at that time was earn’d,
immortal fame for those who dared

After the main party left Carric and I remained behind to explore the travel chamber. We had agreed that Krüg should remain with us as our protector as we might still come across some Sahuagin or Harpy, or some other danger might lay ahead of us. I made sure that the injured men as comfortable as possible, and then the three of us climbed up the well and returned to the travel chamber.

The book on astronomic observations Carric had found in the library proved useful. There seemed to be two constellations repeated in the book, and Carric made an educated guess that one of them might be the right combination to align the spheres. Constellation of the Unicorn seemed to be repeating a bit more often, so he chose that. Now all that was needed was the correct gem to activate the chamber. This is where I could be of help. I noticed that in the ledger cataloguing the precious items dedicated to Merexia good-quality amber came up more frequently than any other gem. Thus we decided that it might be worthwhile trying amber.

However, the problem was that neither Carric nor I possessed such a gem. I suggested that due to the preference – or even obsession – for amber demonstrated by the previous habitant of this complex, some amber could be found on the premises. As we were in an island where the culture had been developed on nautical associations, there was a good probability of finding amber, either occurring naturally or being transported there. Continuing to follow on this note, I also considered that the most likely place to find amber would be the rooms occupied in cult and worship. Even if amber was not used in the worship of Ochrana – although red hues in amber resemble the glow of fresh-drawn blood – some amber might be found near the altar for the Blood Mother, or decorating the statue of the deity. Carric conjured up light to help us search and we focused our search in the room where the statue of the Blood Mother once stood. Even though the floor was covered ankle deep with water, with the help of the light and the natural glow of amber I was finally able to find a piece, glowing ever so softly from a crack in the stone floor. Now we could test our theories.

Both exited beyond words, Carric arranged the spheres of the floor according to the alignment of the Unicorn. Then he placed the amber in the vessel, hands trembling with anticipation. As before, a flash – this time amber-coloured – went through the room, coupled with humming. I could almost hear the lock of the third door opening. It was a tumbler lock after all, and with correct combination of the spheres and the gem it now unlocked the door to a wizard’s treasure chamber. Now, with as much care as two academically exited scholars can muster in this situation, we reached for the door to open it. No danger lurked behind this door, but a considerable treasure. There were plenty of silver, copper and gold coins, but more exciting than this, Carric found three books: a magical recipe book, an almanac which was an ode to bosom, and a collection of poems on unicorns called “Radiance, grace”.

As Krüg was loading the loot away from the chamber, I noticed that one of the pouches emitted a magical glow. I had, according to my habits, performed ritual casting of Detect magic –spell just in case. The magic was clearly transmutation in origin. Alerted by this I cried out for Carric, and together we carefully took the pouch to inspect it. Our curiosity was too great not to take a further look. Inside the pouch we found a ring made of iron – an unusual but not uncommon material for such an object – with an inscription “Ranafi the All Father”. We were both puzzled as what that might mean. I was playing with this word in my mind, and a thought came to me that it might be derivative of Ochrana, further reinforced by the fact that Ochrana is a male deity.

Once this room was explored we went back to the underground dock to wait for our friends to pick us up. We did not need to wait long, as we had apparently spent quite a long time getting to know the secrets of the chamber. We were warmly greeted by our friends from the boat, and we boarded the ship without delay.

Once everyone had boarded and the loot was hauled to the ship, we embarked. The four of us retreated in the cabin to discuss what had transpired. Dulkan and Borel told us that they were given hero’s welcome at the village. I inquired how the song had been received and I was glad to hear it had been received well, and that the men performed it too, with the help of Dulkan.

We presented our findings from the wizard’s chamber to our friends, and I suggested that part of the loot should be given to the men. As they were sailors, after all, they had suffered loss of income during these five days our adventure had taken us as it was five days away they spent from work. I had decided the four of us should take a bit larger share, as we still needed to do some work for the united Dusk Coast, and also Krüg should be provided with somewhat larger share. Borel insisted that his share should be equal in amount as the rest of the men: apparently he considered himself one of the men, not one of the leaders. My opinion of him was greatly improved by this unexpected act of solidarity and selflessness.
As we came out to the deck I asked Dulkan and the men to encore their performance of the song they sang in the village. What a beautiful performance it was! My heart swelled with warm feelings of pride for the men, their bravery and dedication. After this performance we lined the men up and provided them with their shares of the loot. I gave them a little speech and expressed my gratitude also in words for each and every man. Teary-eyed and thankful, the men accepted the money and then spontaneously hailed us as the saviours of Arry. I addressed the men again, reminding them that they should take pride of themselves: they were the true saviours of Arry.

As we reached the port of Arry we were all remembered things that lay ahead. I could see distressing thoughts gathering in Dulkan’s mind as he was acutely aware of the severity of punishment for manslaughter. We all had a fear of the Baron: we had no way of knowing whether he had been alerted by the plans of the coup and our involvement in it, or whether he would still feel vindictive against the tributaries bringing the bad news. Kerach had observed us keenly and asked what the matter was. We told him the details of the current political situation, and he immediately appreciated the ramifications; Kerach was Alexha’s favourite spy for a reason. As we discussed on how to proceed, Kerach told us that whatever the situation at the harbour was, we could be sure that we were safe in Arry town hall with Alexha and Timothy. At this moment Borel and I shared a knowing glance and unanimity in thought: neither of us truly trusted Timothy.

We reached the harbour late in the evening, and as there was no suspicious looking activity, we dared to dock. The men left for their homes whereas we went directly to the town hall. Greeted there by Alexha and Timothy we gave them a short description of what had transpired. As we were thinking what to do next, Timothy presented us a letter that had arrived from Lady Ashinka a few days ago. In the letter Lady Ashinka told us that he had been negotiating with lords of the southern realm. Lord Erinak of Tallbridge was loyal to Baron Marram, but would join in the dragon-free, united Dusk Coast should Marram yield power. Lady Ashinka was now heading towards Winden to negotiate with Lady Tuire. My father had suggested that we should meet at our estate near Melenne, to regroup and consider our next move. We were also given authority to plan what the next move could be. Could we think of a way to make Marram yield, what kind of show of power could we present and were we comfortable for the strength of the ties made with the northern realm or would they need to be fortified. Securing Arry should be enough to secure the northern realms, so we should thus think of what the show of power or what other deterrent could we use to make the Baron yield from power. Furthermore, neither Lady Ashinka nor we had heard any word from the Kiln house; as Kolmhaag forms the eastern realms, we need to be sure that the Kiln family also supports the cause. United Dusk Coast cannot be achieved unless all parts of the realm are unanimous.

But, for this evening we were all too tired to do much more. We all just had a glass of wine and some refreshments. Alexha planned a feast for tomorrow to celebrate our victorious return. The night to come was time for well-earned rest, and any distressing thoughts for the future could wait until we had had some sleep and then a proper celebration of a job well done.
Althaea Nailo

A Victorious Return
7th Session

After defeating the Sahuagin and rescuing Kerach, Alexha’s favourite spy, the Party set camp, taking time for themselves and each other.

The next day, 19th of Sunburst, the Party split up, sending everyone well enough to travel, bar Althea, Krüg and Carric, to fetch the ship, while the mages would investigate the magical chamber. With the ledgers and time, the Sorcerer and the Bard managed to discover what the point of the room was… It was the Wizard’s treasure chamber! A huge pile of coins, a ring glowing magic, some books, one of which contained recipes for brewing magical potions. With the treasures secured, the party returned to Arry. As they rewarded their soldiers for their hard work, the cries of “Heroes of Arry” rang in the air.

Their return was welcomed warmly, and Alexha pledged loyalty for the Party’s cause. She was especially grateful for Kerach’s safe return, and decided to hold a feast the following day. Timothy relayed a letter that had arrived before the Party:


I hope your negotiations are proceeding well. To get the northern settlements to our side, we need Arry and Alexha’s support. You can promise her whatever she might need in the future, if the need arises. Within reason, of course. I trust your discretion.

I write this letter from Tallbridge, where I have negotiated with Lord Erinak. He feels that the binds of honor between House Erinak and Marram are too strong for him to openly oppose the Baron. But if we manage to get Baron Marram to submit, he has promised to join along. I would have hoped for a stronger commitment, but at least we know how deep his loyalties can go.

I will head to Winden come morning to convince Lady Tuire. After I am done, I will head towards Melenne, where Lord Nailo suggested we gather before heading to Duskport. I’m starting to be convinced that we need a proper show of force to bring to the gates of Duskport in order to get the Baron to listen. This will be problematic, as raising any militia will take too long for my tastes. We might need to… improvise. If you have any suggestions, I would be glad to hear them.

I have dispatched emissaries to Kolmhaag to negotiate with the Kilns, but I haven’t heard from them yet.

Zariss’ blessings,

Lady Ashinka Drusia

This message in hand, the Party would need to decide upon their next move. Would they trust that only their presence and the written declarations from the coast’s nobility would be enough? Would they seek a “show of force” for Lady Drusia, either conventional or unorthodox?

But this was a decision that could wait. For the 20th of Sunburst, two tendays after they began their journey, they were the guests of honor at a huge feast. This day they took for themselves, making merry, recuperating, studying and reflecting. The future could wait. But not forever.

Althaea's Journal VI
Session 6

Althaea’s journal entry for 18th of Sunburst continues

When the worried Dulkan re-entered the travel chamber, we came to know that the same time had passed inside and outside of the chamber, although our physical presence might have been someplace else. Carric attempted again to move the spheres of the floor – after some protest from Dulkan. Now, for some reason, the spheres would move. Perhaps the room had been out of use for so long that it needed to warm up. As they now moved, a discussion ensued of what alignment the spheres should take relative to the three doors and the vessel holding the power-generating gem. The doors and the vessel formed four ends of a cross while the middle sphere – around which the rest orbited – was at the centre of the imaginary cross. Carric noted that while the central sphere could represent the sun and the second sphere could represent our planet orbiting the sun, the third sphere could not represent our planet’s moon as the orbit was not correct; also what would be representative of our second moon. Therefore we had no knowledge what the third movable sphere could represent.

As Dulkan had some knowledge on dwarven craftsmanship, he suggested that we should attempt sliding the spheres along their tracks to see if we would feel a clicking or some disturbance in the sliding of the sphere. We did not: apparently this was not a tumbler –type lock.

We re-aligned the spheres, and again Carric placed a piece of tourmaline in the vessel. As before, there was a flash of light going through the room, and a distinct humming. After this powering, or activating, of the chamber we decided to inspect the doors. Carric chose to open the door which had held the spear trap the previous time we had activated the chamber. Mindful of possible danger, we all stepped aside as not to directly face the opened doorway– should something be hurled in none of us would be in harm’s way. The moment Carric opened the door, there was a sudden feeling of shift, and we all lost our balance, slid and fell against the wall where the opened door was. Gravity had changed in opening the door, and the doorway now led to a deep, dark pit. Unfortunately, as the door swung open outwards and not inwards, we could not just pull to close it. While I was still thinking what could be done with the door, could we perhaps lower someone down with a rope to pull it shut, Borel acted. He made a valiant effort to try and reach for the gem to deactivate the room to return gravity to normal. But his leap was unsuccessful and alas, he failed and fell out of the doorway. Luckily he had been caught by his belt buckle on the hinges of the door. He was now fighting for his life, trying to hold on. We threw some rope down, and this was the opportunity to try to close the door altogether. Borel thus tied the rope to the handle of the door and with an extraordinary effort Dulkan, Carric and I were able to provide enough muscle power to pull both the door and Borel back up and shut the door. As soon as the door was shut, gravity was returned to normal. Carric then lifted the gem away, deactivating the travel chamber and the magic of the room dissipated.

The third door that had been sealed when we first came to the chamber and when we first attempted to activate the room, was now open. This doorway led to a room, apparently formerly occupied by a wizard. All furniture had been broken and their remnants were scattered across the room. In the wall opposite the door was a small niche, containing magic scrolls. Scrolls immediately attracted Carric’s attention. As Carric and Dulkan advanced towards the niche, a trap in front it was triggered. Part of the stone floor slid from its place and flipped, sending Dulkan trapped beneath the stone slab. I could see a glimpse of the tragic that was inside; the floor was littered with the bones of those unfortunate souls who had previously sprung the trap. We could hear Dulkan’s voice underneath the stone slab, telling us he was all right apart from hurting his posterior on the fall.

We now considered how we might save Dulkan. Carric suggested we should spring the trap and jam the stone slab to prevent it from closing. As the room had broken furniture, I suggested we might use some of that debris to jam the trapdoor. Surely enough there was remnants of a sturdy table that could possibly do the trick. Carric then went ahead and sprung the trap. I had but just exclaimed that should he tie a rope around his waist for security, but I was too late. Fortunately enough, no such measures were necessary, as we were able to jam the door and Carric was agile enough to jump away from danger, being now aware of the danger. So, we fished Dulkan out, no worse for wear.

Carric and I then inspected the niche. There were three scrolls: two were written in a language neither Carric nor I could read. One scroll was legible to me and it was “Feign death” spell, to be used only once. I carefully placed the scrolls to my case, as there could be later use for them. After removing the scrolls, Carric noted that there were magical words inscribed in the wall behind, roughly translating into something like “curiosity killed the cat”. Very nearly indeed.

We then continued exploring this structure inside the Spire. We found a room that had apparently functioned as a gallery showcasing statues and other works of art judging from empty pedestals and showcases in the room, but there was not much else there. The objects and artefacts likely furnishing and decorating the room had now been burned – deliberately, as the ash was in piles in centre of the room. Furthermore, someone had been camping there, not just burning the stuff, as there was indication that a campfire had been kept in the room.

After completing the inspection of the gallery we found a staircase. As we descended down the stairs I could feel a sense of magical transport, and as I had ritual casted “Detect magic” spell I could tell that indeed there was a magical passage in the staircase. The others felt it too, but we still continued.

In the bottom of the stairs we found a door leading to a room that had apparently functioned as a library, as there was a book case with books and parchments in the shelves. I also detected magical glow in two of the rugs and two hanging armours in the room. I was reminded by my blunder with the tapestry and of Dulkan’s sufferings with the other trap; I remained carefully near the door of the room. As I informed the others of my observations, to caution them to take care when handling those artefacts, Borel’s following actions were inconceivable, placing us all in jeopardy. He wished to agitate the magic in the objects and decided – I cannot believe I am writing this – to take a piss on one of the rugs! Had he not learned to at least to be careful in dealings with magic, if not respecting it?

The objects promptly animated and attacked. Unfortunately I had positioned myself close to one of the armours that I had to quickly “Blade ward” myself; this choice proved most useful in the following combat. I had my hands full trying to combat the armour with “Acid splash” so I had little time to pay much attention how the fight was going for my comrades. I was taken off guard to this battle, stunned by Borel’s behavior and I was still a bit perturbed by my previous encounter with the magical trap that my acid splashes did little damage. From what I could observe, Carric’s magic was also a bit awry today, and he did almost as much damage to the surrounding structures as he did against the rug attacking him. The book case was unfortunately too close by, and many of the parchments were ruined in the collateral damage. The rug Borel had pissed on was now attacking him, trying to smother him. Dulkan leapt to his assistance, and was able to help him before the other armour attacked him. Dulkan then decided utilize higher ground as he jumped on a table, and with precision strikes of his rapier he dismantled the armour by cutting leather straps holding it together. The others defeated their adversaries much sooner than I, so they could come to my assistance. I was indeed in need of assistance as the acid I was able to conjure did little to slow the armour down.

As the fight quieted, I found myself in a really poor shape. For the first time, I had to perform “Cure wounds” on myself. We all needed a short rest. During our rest we had ample time to inspect the book case with Carric. He found a book that could be useful when attempting to use the travel chamber, although its cover and bindings had been dissolved by collateral damage from his acid spell. I found a series of ledgers, where the most recent one was from 73rd year of the reign of Merexia. When consulting historians, this could be used as an indicator on how long ago the structure had been in use. The ledger held little other interest at the moment, as it was not much more than a catalogue of the tributes given to Merexia. Another parchment I found dealt with the worship of Quirion.

Carric, on the other hand, found a book describing the worship of Ochrana. Borel showed quite keen interest in the book and asked Carric whether he could have it. Surely enough Carric agreed, and immediately Borel took a moment to read. He then asked Dulkan for his dagger; took it, and went away. Coming back he had a fresh injury on his hand: as my mother had educated me well, I knew that the worship of Ochrana can involve blood sacrifice, and the most valuable blood one can sacrifice is their own. However, Borel chose to be secretive about it, and I saw no reason to confront him on his choice of worship. But what I did consider confronting him for was his reckless behaviour with the magical items, which had placed all of us in perhaps unnecessary jeopardy.

After this hour of rest, we continued. We passed a very ornate hallway, which had apparently been decorated with some works of art, but none prevailed. Common all the rooms we investigated were traces of fire, with furniture of the room piled, and burned. Then we came to a great hall, which was a lounge area of sort. The floor was at a higher terrace along the walls and at a lower level in the middle of the room. But the most dominant feature of this room was an impressive oak tree growing in a big pot in the middle of the room, although no light was coming from anywhere. It was not lush but not scrubby either. It apparently grew thanks to some magic. After the short rest I had to recast my ritual “Detect magic” spell. As it took effect I was alarmed to find that the type of magic the tree was gently glowing was the same magic that had taken a palm’s width out of my height! I was alarmed and in a hurry now to warn my friends; Carric is always interested in things – magical or natural in nature – and Borel expresses a very childlike enthusiasm with little regard of repercussion or personal safety. I cried out a warning, just in time as Borel was apparently preparing to climb on the tree. After the shock had worn off, I suddenly realized that my clothes fit me better again. Dulkan noticed this and came to me to confirm of my feeling to be true. He attempted to lighten the mood by telling some clumsy but endearing joke about me not having to shorten my name again to fit my shortened height. Dear brother, what a nice gesture!

Onwards again we went, passing through a dining room. As we entered a room that had apparently functioned as kitchen, I immediately smelled the ocean and, when listening carefully, could hear muffled voices carrying from a distance. I saw that there was a crack in the floor at the corner of the room, and instantly realized that the smell of ocean and the voices were coming from there. Carric identified that as oceanic and luckily he could understand it. Apparently a Sahuagin Priestess was speaking; rather chanting to agitate bloodlust amongst the Sahuagin. This was a mass of some sort, for the worship of a deity called the Bloodmother, likely a Sahuagin name for Ochrana.

We understood that no time could be lost as they were preparing for a major manoeuvre; having captured an important landwalker, as they expressed it, for interrogation and the arrival of someone called the Baron.This meant that we were close to Sahuagin activity. Apparently the staircase had magically transported us closer to the sea than we actually were supposed to be. The crack was too narrow to lower anyone down for inspection, so we pressed forwards, but carefully as voices carry both ways. I also detected magic again. Thanks to my mother’s secret study, I was able to identify the magic in question: it was an arcane door with an arcane lock. We took a brief moment trying to open the door, but as there was little to go on how the door might be opened, and as we were pressed for time (rations grew fewer with each day passing), we continued forwards.

We passed barracks and reached an armoury with weapons and protective gear; Borel was interested in what it had to offer. I voiced the idea that we could perhaps upgrade the men’s armour and weapon. In this room there was a well, which could be our means to get to the lower level where the Sahuagin were. We decided that Dulkan should fetch the men without delay. Dulkan shot of with speedy, light-footed run. We decided to utilize Carric’s spell of invisibility to gain intelligence of what lay ahead. We came to the conclusion that we should send Borel down as he had the best fighting ability and, by the stealth of his invisibility, he could swiftly capture the Priestess for questioning, or kill her if capture was not an option.
As soon as Borel reached bottom of the well we realized we had made some miscalculations. First of all, Borel could not see in the dark and had to light a torch, which was a serious handicap against the invisibility. Second, Borel is hot-headed, and could ruin our changes for surprise attack by impulsiveness. We definitely needed the element of surprise as we had no way of knowing if we were to be outnumbered, even when fortified with our nine brave men.

But, we had no other option but to wait for Borel and Dulkan to come back, as we could not very well shout at him that we had changed our mind and needed another reconnaissance man. I think I had never heard so much splashing, shuffling of clothes and clinking of armour when Carric and I were listening intently on Borel’s procession. Luckily the chanting continued uninterrupted, indicating that the noises coming from Borel’s movement did not carry but were only seemingly amplified in our ears.

But, alas, it seemed that I had been premature in my relief; there was a discord in the chanting, and then sounds of quick-paced movement and scuffling were carried up the well. Luckily Dulkan and the men arrived at the same moment, and without delay Dulkan jumped down the well, eager to get to Borel’s aid. Carric went down next.

It was up to me now to give a motivational speech for the men and encourage them for the coming battle. This is what we came in for, this is what you were destined for, and now the fight is on. I poured a sense of pride and belief in ability in them in form of bardic inspiration. I bound my spell in encouraging lyrics of my song, and my notes followed the men down the well. I wished to aid their belief in their ability, and so I cast a curse of “Bane” against the enemy. This allowed greater injury by the men’s blades on the Sahuagin. I hoped this motivational speech and my abilities as a bard would help the men follow my orders in the battle.

I was the last to go down, and I could hear the sounds of the battle, making me anxious to participate in the fight as well. Once I was finally down I could see that the well opened into two passages, and that a fight was going on at both passages. The corridors were very narrow; only two men had room to stand side by side. To the left were Borel and Dulkan, fighting against five Sahuagin. Towards south, so in front of me was a hoard of Sahuagin attempting to corner us. The men, encouraged by my words and spells, were holding their ground steadfast. To my right was a sturdy wooden door, which Dulkan jammed using his halberd. It was in the nick of time, as the door soon began to tremor from the blows when yet another group of Sahuagin attempted to open it. Had they succeeded, they would have completely surrounded us.

Borel and Dulkan came victorious from the fight on the left corridor; they had slain the last Sahuagin. Borel and Dulkan then joined the men fighting in the passage leading south. I could see the Sahuagin Priestess in the southern corridor, aggravating the Sahuagin to attack us. There would have been no need for that: each time the Sahuagin drew blood from us, the smell of it made them frenzied. The Priestess summoned a magical trident, and it made a massive hit on Dulkan. I was concerned as I could see that Dulkan was in very poor shape, but I could not help him by curing his wounds as I was too far and I needed to assist the men. I felt torn, but I knew that Dulkan, even in his injured state was a trained fighter whereas the men needed encouragement and supervision: they were now on my responsibility.

Borel and Carric were in close combat with the Priestess, and soon they managed to overpower her. We by no means had upper hand of the fight and therefore we had to forego the idea of capturing and interrogating the Priestess. When the echoes of Carric’s words for the spell of “Chromatic orb” ceased and the Priestess was dead the Sahuagin suddenly lost all courage and cohesion, and they scurried away. Emboldened by this triumph the men began pursuing those Sahuagin who fled. I commanded them to come back, as there was still a group of Sahuagin behind the wooden door, attempting to break in. The first wave of men had been too enthusiastic and could no longer hear me, although I had made sure before going in the battle that they were accustomed to hearing my voice and obeying my commands. The second wave of men did hear me and I could lead them to flank the Sahuagin that were left. It was no feat to conquer the remaining Sahuagin. Carric had come with me, but Borel needed to stay with Dulkan as he attempted to stabilize his condition.

After the fights had quieted, and the men who went pursuing the fleeing Sahuagin came back, it was time to address the men and praise them of their bravery. As Dulkan was not able, I did this task – and quite happily, I might add since I had been the one actually leading them in the battle they had joined our quest for.

We had now ample time and opportunity to inspect the structure further. It had apparently been some sort of temple for Ochrana. There was an indoor harbour, allowing access from the sea. Finally, in a raft in the middle of a shark tank we found poor Kerach, who was the captured landwalker, as we all had suspected when we heard Carric’s translation from the Priestess’s words.

Now that things had settled down, I got anxious of Dulkan’s wellbeing. I remembered that his injured condition was facilitated by Borel’s inconceivable behaviour with the magical rug. It had been quite an unnecessary fight with little to gain from it; but when considering that our aim agenda was to fight the Sahuagin, agitating the magic rug had been selfish and reckless.
Althaea Nailo

The Bloodmother's Disciples
6th Session

Now again reunited, the Party, led by Carric’s curiosity, again tested out the Spire’s teleportation chamber. And again the chamber sent them into danger; Beyond the mystery door was a deep tunnel… one which turned the gravity around, forming a deep pit. With ingenuity and strong muscle the Party managed to rescue themselves from the pit trap and get back to the Wizard’s lair.

Postponing the research into the chamber, the Party found a few of the wizard’s scrolls, also behind a magical pit trap. After disabling the trap and saving Dulkan in the process, the party investigated the rest of the upper floor and descended downwards through a magical staircase they found.

At the bottom they found a library full of moldy tomes on a few different subjects of varying mundanity… and several objects that shimmered magic. Borel, suspicious of the rugs and armour, decided to provoke them into betraying their aggressive nature. And they did. A pitched battle against the ancient, animated guardians of the library followed, a battle that the party won. Despite the massive collateral damage Carric’s spells caused, he and Althea managed to save two more tomes, one of which held interesting observations into stellar phenomenon. Now the party had a clue with which to crack open the mystery of the teleportation chamber.

Another room finally allowed the Party to continue on their actual mission: A crack through which they could hear the Sahuagin. Somewhere on the lower level, a Priestess of the Sahuagin gave an explanation to the Sahuagin activity: A cult, worshiping what they called the Bloodmother. The Priestess gloated over their discovery of an “important landwalker”, and the imminent arrival of “The Baron.”

The Party, alarmed by this Sahuagin, sent Borel, made invisible by the sorcerous powers of Carric, to find more in the lower level. He rappelled down by the only known entrance: A well. In the dark, damp bottom floor he sneaked to the big audience chamber… and blundered to an entire company of Sahuagin warriors and their Priestess! Still, being invisible, he managed to lure the sea devils to the Well, where the party descended to face them.

What a battle it was! Sea devils pouring in from all directions, the Party and their band of sailors held their ground. It would be only a moment when they would be completely surrounded, as only a wooden door and a propped halberd stood in the way of a group of Sahuagin. The Sahuagin Priestess joined the fray too, a summoned trident striking at the party and their mass of soldiers.

But as defeat crept nearer, it seemed that Zariss intervened. Emboldened by Althea’s inspiring words, and the curses she threw at the enemy, the sailors managed to gain the upper hand and started to push the Sahuagin back. Dulkan, Carric and Borel took the fight directly to the Priestess. Dulkan ducked and weaved his way to lunging distance and Carric and Borel hurled magic and javelins. Despite Dulkan being struck down by terrible blow from a magical trident, they managed to fell the cultist leader.

This show of force was too much and the Sahuagin routed. A handful managed to escape to the sea and the reinforcements waiting behind the door were flanked and crushed. A victory that Althea immediately praised by song and speech.

As they took stock and saved their fallen comrade from Sithrak’s grasp, the Party found Kerach in a dungeon, surrounded by sharks and barely holding to life. With their spiritual leader dead, hopefully the Sahuagin would cease their raids. This thought, along with the thrill of victory, was the light that saw them to rest in the Party’s camp.


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