Wynlynn’s Reflections 4

After the group got up for the morning and prepared for the day, Teal, concerned about the disasters that befell us the day before, asked that we discuss some ideas for how to prevent this kind of thing in the future. His first thought is a leader for the group. To work as a cohesive unit in battle under a leader such as I imagine he is talking about would take a lot of training. Not only can I not imagine Agenar taking place in such exercises, but I can only imagine that Travis and Val would grow and tired and frustrated by the repetition involved. I asked the group if they would follow a leader, and, as I predicted, Agenar scoffs and says no immediately. After a bit more discussion we all agree to discuss plans and allow for input before taking individual actions that would affect the whole group. Well, most of us agree, since Agenar wandered off without telling anyone or getting any input, as usual. One of these days his wandering off is going to cause the group to have to make a difficult decision. (And, yes I know the irony of my judgment after my own actions yesterday, which in some ways were worse than his since I put us in more danger before we had even recovered from our last battle.)

Travis was determined to go back down the stairs to see for himself the place that he came from. The group was very wary after the peril we faced only yesterday in that place but down we went. We decided to head to green room first, because we knew that the skeleton Bob would at least talk to us. Maybe we could get some more information to help us figure this place out, and hopefully get each of the colored liquids so I could complete the task given to me yesterday by the voice in the red room. As we headed up the short green hallway and into the room at the end, the skeleton Bob greeted Travis, saying how long it has been since last they had seen each other. Travis asked about this place and his role there. He was starting to get some of the answers he is looking for as they went back and forth. After a while Travis finally asked the question I was interested in, which is whether he was allowed to take the green liquid. Bob, despite being informed of Travis’s loss of memory, seemed puzzled by the question assuring Travis that of course he could take the liquid, as if it was a ridiculous question to ask. True to his word, Bob did not stop Travis as he retrieved a vial of the green liquid, or stop us as we left the room heading back to the center room. Pouring it into the strange apparatus at the center of the room, the liquid went down the pipes and more then Travis could possibly have had in that vial filled up a portion of the center of the device. 

We then headed to the red room, which, as yesterday, didn’t seem to have any guards. The voice spoke to me as it had yesterday, pleased that I had returned to finish the task assigned to me. With our success in the green room with Bob, I felt that perhaps this time I may actually succeed. 

In the blue room, though, things were not so easy. A water and fire elemental guarded the liquid in this room. The water elemental did not seem to be a big fan of Travis. Instead of allowing him to get the liquid as Bob had, they attacked. As I moved forward to slice through the water elemental with my blades, I feared that such an attack would have no effect on a being made out of water, but as I sliced threw, I felt the water give way and the element lurch as if hurt. We worked as a group, fighting the guards, slowly wearing them down. Teal, who is always resourceful in battle, used his affinity for water to do massive damage to the water elemental, making large volumes of its body disperse. Agenar shouted to retreat a few times, and while the battle was tough, we were holding our own. Seeing that the party was not responding to his calls for withdraw, he joined in the attack and finished off the water elemental with an Eldrich Blast, water bursting out and putting out the fire that was starting to consume Travis whom the fire elemental had turned his attention to, stepping into the wood man and setting him ablaze. With one enemy down and one to go the entire party turned their focus to defeating the fire elemental and made short work of what was left of him. We gathered the blue liquid as our victory prize, though we were feeling more on guard knowing that not all this place’s guards were so willing to help Travis.

After resting for a bit after our difficult battle, we ventured to the last two rooms, more cautious than before. Our concerns were unfounded, though, because, much like Bob, the other guards greeted Travis as an old friend and showed no interest in stopping him from obtaining the last of the colored liquids. Travis talked to each one and asked more questions, slowly putting together more of the pieces about this place, though each answer seemed to lead to more and more questions. These beings must be very old indeed and continually referred to all of us except Travis as slaves. Everytime they used the word I felt Val tense up beside me. I put my hand on her shoulder and squeezed to reassure and relax her before her temper could get the better of her, but I didn’t need to worry, she kept her thoughts to herself. 

With all of the colored liquids obtained and put in the colored apparatus, a tunnel of light leading downward opened up as was described by guards. There was one thing I had to do before going down. I head to red room to contact the voice once more (first informing the party of my intentions as we agreed to do). I let the voice know that the task had been completed and asked if there was more I must do. With a pain so deep, far beyond anything I could imagine, the kind of pain that can only come from imprisonment so long that one no longer remembers what came before, the voice asks me to bring this house of cards down. I want so much to help, to release those trapped here so long, but when I asked how the voice did not know. The only thing we could do was go down the tunnel of light and see for ourselves.

Incorrect DnD quotes #6

Tilia: I have a bad feeling about this.

Val: What do you mean?

Tilia: Don’t you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if something is going to get you in trouble?

Val: No?

Tilia: Actually, that explains so much.

#impulsive val #she was born this way #functional diversity in teams can lead to increased performance #leadership theory #IOpsych #I’ll stop now #definitely plagiarized from Tumblr

Agenar’s journal, page 237

After an interval of recovery and refreshment, we followed Travis into the orange room. Here Lilith, one of four ghosts, greeted him. They offered no objection to his collecting the orange liquid in their care; when Travis added this final element to the alter, the fluids coalesced into a multi-colored stone.

Wynlynn then announced that she was returning to the red room. I followed, both to guard against trouble, and to re-visit the red library. When we returned a few minutes later, I had added “On the Negative Planes’ to my increasingly weighty pack.

We found the others staring at a beam of light extending downward from the middle of the alter. “This is it,” Travis said with a hint of awe. “This is where I find Thalnos.” He stepped into the light and disappeared. We had no choice but to follow.

I landed in a large room, where Val was already trying the door. Beyond it was a temple complex garden, with tree-lined paths, auxiliary buildings, and, visible in the middle distance, a ziggurat – from which a beam of light fed an astrolabe, floating above and displaying an unknown universe against our underground sky.

There was not time for wonder, as two Warforged, larger than Travis and heavily armored, approached in confrontation. After a failed attack, Val led the others in retreat. Travis, however, was granted passage into the ziggurat – lucky for him, I followed, as if hearing an unspoken voice.

Inside, from a narrow ledge around the great pit here housed, I saw what my readings suggest can only be a primordial titan – two hundred fifty meter tall being trapped by a lightening field, from whose skull streamed the light feeding the astrolabe high above us.

The sound of agony was, to human ears, unbearable. Yet through the field’s cackling noise, the shrill expressions of pain, and sounds of unseen mechanical works, I also heard – or sensed – articulate thought. In the primordial tongue. Calling, repeatedly, for help. For release.

I turned from this horror, helpless, in time to see two more Warforged attack Travis. One had injected the woodman with something that caused immediate, observable changes – Travis turned black and lost consciousness. I called out to spare the dying and the attacking Warforged retreated enough that I could drag Travis away. Though the titan’s keepers followed, we outran them and, plunging into the beam we had ridden to this place, soon returned to relative safety.

The others were huddled nervously around the rainbow alter, because the statue of Thalnoth had returned to its default position above and sealed our escape. Fortunately, as he had when discovering this elven hell, Travis activated the device, and we are now briefly resting within sight of that cursed monument in the upper cave. While I would free the titan from its bondage, Travis is turning a worrying black as strange magic fills his veins; I pray we leave here immediately. Tymora does not smile upon the foolhardy.

Letter to Travis

Moonday, 2 Sehanine 1222

Dearest Travis,

I received your missive. I hope my response finds you well. While I am excited to hear of your adventures, I am concerned about your well-being. Please appropriately safeguard yourself.

Regarding the astrophysical anomalies you’ve been observing. We are aware of the situation – but haven’t been able to discover its cause. Astronomers at the Mediton first noticed the phenomena a little over a month ago on Starday the 25th of Pelor. The day was not particularly astronomically noteworthy in any way other than being the day prior to the double full moon that marks the autumnal equinox. The Pansophical has engaged Archivist Iben Mastifen of the Cobalt Reserve to explore any known pre-calamity texts to determine if something like this has happened before in recorded history.

Queen Dranser and the rest of the council have been briefed and are deeply concerned about what this event may be heralding. Krom claims it is a sign from the gods that war is coming (typical for him), but he has the queen’s ear more than usual – and, even I must admit, the massing hordes of the red hand to the north fit his narrative. Many rumors and tall tales are propagating like wildfire among the public. Rainen has doubled the guards in the city to maintain the peace.

I am very concerned to hear your report about the mine. This is extremely troubling. I know nothing of this “Dagon” entity you mentioned other than the boogeyman stories old women tell the children to keep them in line. I’ll see what information I can gather. The description of the alter and the sahaguin imagery is very troubling. I am not an expert on these creatures, but I know imagery associated with them has been found by archeologists in ruins of several cultures around Arklan. Most of these ruins tend to be very old – some scholars believe large sahaguin societies existed prior to the divergence when the gods walked the world, the barriers between the planes were thin, and there was no divine gate. Some scholars believe the Sahuguin were servents of demon princes that served the betrayer gods. Others have suggested they served aberrant forces from far realms – a kind of primordial soup that existed before the prime deities gave form to the world and the planes.

I would be extremely careful with the staff. Such an item could have very unforeseen effects that simple magics wouldn’t reveal. Your description of the staff is hard for me to process – you say it is filled with a spherical object? Do you mean at the top or is there a core that runs through it? If it is like your chest, the material is called Diapson crystal. I am well aware of its uniqueness and rarity. Finding you with a piece in your chest was one of the many things I found interesting about you. Diapson and its refined form, a material known as presidium, have very unique magical properties that make them excellent conduits for spellcraft magnification. They are also used as energy batteries to power archomechanical devices. Two factional gnomish guilds in the city have made pretty extensive use of diapson crystals in their designs and inventions. I’m told the Lofty Ambitions guild is working on some form of air vessel powered by Diapson, but haven’t found success in harnessing its properties at scale.  

In any case, the material is highly sought after due to its rarity. The tri-point mine is one of two locations where some veins of the material is known to exist. The valerian mining company has a store here in the grey market. Most of their supply goes to the gnome guilds, but the Pansophical has purchased small quantities of the material from them in the past. Finding the staff in the mine is odd. I wonder if they are connected. I will task some guides to investigate this matter of Dagon, the alter imagery, and the staff further.

Stay safe Travis, I’ll be in touch once I learn more. Be very careful if you go to the ruins where you were found. I know not what they hold.

Arcanist Allura Vysoren

P.S. Given your more active adventuring of late, I am enclosing a small glass marble with this message. Shatter it on the ground at your feet if you find yourself in insurmountable danger.

A Dragon’s Prayer

Tiamat

The sun rises out of the water.

Over my shoulder

I hear the wind calling.

He whispers

“son let me take you home

son let me guide your footsteps

son let me show you everything that is…”

I don’t want to trace my footsteps

in the way the old man blows.

I want to be here

at home with the ocean

mother of us all.

I want to be here

with this womb around me

here

let the waters drown me.

I’ll discover everything

that ever was to know.

Wynlynn’s Reflections 3

As weary as I am of staying so close to the place where I had only recently been so near death, I was glad we decide to camp by the fountain. The thought of traveling out of this place and finding somewhere suitable to camp exhausts me even more than I already am. It is strange how peaceful this place is compared to the horrors we faced below. As I settled down, I listen to the murmur of the fountatian and am quickly deep in a restful meditative state.

***

I came out of my meditation several hours later feeling much better after a much needed rest. Val immediately went to sleep as second watch got up but Tilia told us about the room they had discovered. After Pantaghion got a chance to see it, I went for myself. A winding tunnel opens up into a small room with a large flower in the middle and hundreds of floating lights. Again, it strikes me how calm this place is as I watch the flower slowly flow back and forth as if it were drifting with the movement of waves underwater. I sit in this place for a few moments, enjoying the quiet. So rarely on our ventures do we find such tranquility. The last time I had been in such a peaceful place was several years back when I first found Lia again…

I was with a squad within The Rovers at the time. My father would have preferred I had joined The Home Guard like himself but as long as I was in The Verdant Guard he couldn’t complain. I had loved being in the forest since I was young. Me and Lia had often snuck off and spent our days in wilderness just outside the city, exploring, climbing trees, foraging for berries and other tasty treats. Those are some of my fondest memories, and are the reason why I chose The Rovers over The Home Guard.

Our squad’s assignment was to go patrol a village a ways from the city which had been repeatedly attacked by bandits. Our commander briefed us on the assignment, informing us that we would be staying in the village until the problem was dealt with. We would take turns patrolling the village day and night while scouts were sent to look for the bandits’ camp. I was to be on a patrol shift of course, with only the more senior Rovers scouting the woods, so I would be spending my time in the village. 

When we first arrived I was not to be on patrol for several hours so I took the opportunity to explore. In wandering around I talked with several villagers I met and perused the wares of some of the traders in the village. As I looked up from wares of a particularly skilled blacksmith I saw her. 

I didn’t believe what I was seeing, as if I could imagine such a thing, but there was Lia, walking down the other side of street. I watched her for a moment stund. When I finally shook myself out of my shock, she was rounding a corner down the street. I quickly raced after her and caught up to her halfway down the next block practically running to catch up to my friend who, as always, set a fast and determined pace. She seemed as shocked to see me as I was to see her but also as happy. It was a relief to see that she was glad to see me. I wasn’t sure after all these years if I would still mean much to her. After surprised and joyful greetings we quickly decided to go the tavern and catch up over a drink and a bite to eat. Though it had been decades since we had seen each other, it felt like no time at all as we spoke with the comfort and easy of old friends. 

I tried at some point to ask why her and her mother had left the city all those years ago with only rumors left behind but she kept deferring the questions and distracting me with nostalgic stories of sneaking off or driving our teachers crazy with her constant interruptions and outbursts. She had always been so different from all the other elven children with her messy wild dark hair and her strong emotions that you could always read clearly on her face and often spilled over, coming out in loud burst of laughter or shouts of frustration. It had always set everyone else on edge, but I had always been intrigued and attracted to this wild classmate who was so unlike anyone else I knew. You always knew what she was thinking, she never hid behind fake niceties. We could have sat and talked forever about the past but the present wouldn’t allow for it. Before I knew it, it was time for me to head back and start my patrol. I hated to leave but I had to. Lia gave me directions to a house a little outside the village and told me to meet her there when I was free again.

***

I should have been focused for my patrol, even if I didn’t expect any trouble while I was on duty for the late afternoon hours into the early evening. But I couldn’t wait till it was over so I could go find my friend again. It was hard to concentrate and stay alert. This should have been concerning, but I suddenly couldn’t seem to care much. All I could think about was seeing Lia again. She has always been my weakness.

After what seemed like a lifetime, the next patrol finally came to relieve us. I am practically running skipping out of the village in the direction of the place Lia told me to meet her. The place I arrive at is a small picture perfect house tucked away in the forest, surrounded by trees. There is a small garden in front with a mixture of flowers and plants that are good for eating. There is an inviting bench just a short ways from the house looking over a small flowing creek. The last of the day’s sunlight reflects off the flowing water. As I walk towards the house Lia comes out the front door to greet me, walking over to me with open arms. We embrace and I feel… it’s hard to describe, whole? I want to just stand there in her arms and never move again. We do stand there for a while, neither speaking, just hold one another. Eventually Lia pulls away. I want to grab tighter so she can’t, but instead I release her. 

She invites me inside and brings me to the kitchen where her mother, Valanthe, is cooking. She too comes over to embrace me, a wide smile on her face, telling me how surprised she was when Lia told her I was there, and happy she was to have me in her home. She poured us all something to drink and we settled around a small table placed in the corner of the kitchen as Lia goes to gather a third chair from another room. The three of us talk, mostly about what has happened in the years since we last saw one another. I tell them about my training, how I am with The Rovers now. Valanthe and Lia tell me about the small village and their day to day lives there. Why they left the city to come here is carefully avoided, topics changing the few times it starts to come up. I don’t push it. 

Eventually late evening gives way to night and Lia’s mother excuses herself, heading off to her room for the night. Me and Lia are left alone. She looks at me with a look I can’t quite place, hunger? No that can’t be. She invites me to walk in the woods. She waves away my concerns of bandits and gets up and heads for the door saying we won’t wander far. What can I do but follow?

We slowly meander through the trees towards the creek and stand there for a while quietly listening to the babbling of the water. Then Lia turns to me, gently putting her hand behind my head she pulls me to her lips and kisses me. It would have taken me weeks to build up the courage to do that, but Lia, who has always had the courage to do what she wants, doesn’t hesitate. I sink into her kiss as the rest of the world fades away from all thought. If you had asked my name right then I wouldn’t have known. The moment lasts forever and is over way too soon. She pulls away and looks into my eyes, her hand still holding my head. She says nothing, just looks at me. I feel like I am right where I am supposed to be and that everything in the world is right and good.

I haven’t felt peace like that in the three years since that week I spent with Lia in the small house tucked away in the forest.

Agenar’s journal, page 235

I woke from a sleep uninterrupted either by dreams or by standing watch to the sound of grating stone on stone and Travis announcing that he intended to see the chamber of horrors below. No entreaties would persuade him from discovering some news of his origin. I wandered into a chamber from which glowing sprites emerged, discovered a giant, iridescent flower that pulsed with a heartbeat rhythm, and relieved myself against its stalk before returning to follow the group down those spiral stairs toward danger again.

A quick swig of ale helped calm my nerves, so I took another, until my flask was empty and I saw the alter. Beyond it, Travis was leading our group down the green hall to meet Bob. I hurried to catch up.

Bob greeted Travis as an old friend, pointing out casually that Travis had lately been remiss in his duties as Thalnoth facility maintenance and custodian. Travis was welcome to the green liquid, which he would need for creating an access stone if visiting the temple.

After pouring this over the green-glowing alter stone, Travis turned down the red hallway. Here, in addition to an unguarded pool of red liquid, we found a fine library, with books in many languages. I was able to read several titles, including one in Infernal, ‘On the Negative Planes,’ before returning to the alter. Next Travis opened the yellow doors, where the ghasts also greeted him as a comrade, pointing out another library after he had filled a vial with yellow liquid for his access stone. In this second library we found an even greater number of volumes, and at Travis’ suggestion I added ‘On the Origin of Titans,’ in Primordial, and ‘The Beast Lands,’ in Celestial, to my bag. The marginalia in the books I examined showed several hands, while their questions and notes suggest they were studied by many and understood by few. Once the yellow liquid had been added to the alter, Travis progressed to the blue room.

Here, however, he was not welcomed by the Fire and Water elementals standing guard. When the Fire attacked Travis, Wynlynn and Val turned on the water – and Val was immediately injured. I cast a shield of faith over Wynlynn and urged the others to flee, but Tilia blocked my escape. With no alternative, I aimed an Eldrich blast from Dagon’s Reach at the Water elemental, who had already been greatly weakened by Teal’s conjuring parts of it away toward the Fire elemental and the now-smoldering woodman. My blast dispersed the water beast in a great splash. After bringing Val back to consciousness, I gave aid to her, Travis, and Pantaghion. Before I could do more, Tilia conjured water from the floor to douse the Fire elemental and we saw the still-steaming Travis calmly collect his unnaturally-blue prize. We are now resting by the alter to recover from the encounter, but I can see that Travis, with only one more color to collect, is anxious to continue.

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