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Episode 103: Cages
Bells Hells, after trekking deep into the ruins of Aeor along with their guide, Essek Thelyss, you encountered the strange demonic entity that was keeping the Vanguard at bay, Dominox. Defeating it by pushing it through a gate into the abyss of its origin with the aid of Ludinus Da’leth, who then gave you a vision through a relic that he had discovered not too far beyond that of the Fall of Aeor (an era of Exandrian history spoken of but largely lost in its details), as it was it seems, one of the darkest moments for the Pantheon. With the intent of showing this to the world to erode the faith of Exandria (and in the hopes finding a point of understanding with your group) the invitation was given to join the Vanguard and see the world the way he does. After much debate and some heated discussion, he left the offer in your hands and left an offer in Delilah’s as well.
Tossing a relic of enticing power towards Laudna (the words having hold in her heart), Delilah fought her way to the surface and wrestled control of Laudna. The rest of you were forced to do battle with your friend in what may be her darkest moment. But you managed to defeat Delilah, sending her back for the time being as but a shard of shadow withing Laudna’s spirit, likely rapidly growing back.
At this moment, satisfied with what youve learned, Essek took your group via teleport to a place of safety, the abode of his partner Caleb Widogast. Here in this humble abode within the Dwendalian city of Rexxentrum. You had a moment to breathe. A moment to absorb, though still more likely to come. In the midst of these conversations, debating on what you’ve seen, what you’ve witnessed, what you’ve discussed and what’s to be done next.
It was considered that this ‘soul-anchored’ gem (now empty and bereft of its intended target) might have a secondary use to turn the tides of poor Laudna’s fate. After talking with Essek about it (and him looking to research its possibilities), he seemed to come to you with a bit of hope that it is indeed possible, though challenging.
After coming up from his study, his laboratory, to all of you saying that it could be done but it needs to be done quickly, likely before Delilah can begin to recover her former power in this subdued state. Time is of the essence, and began to draw you all back to the laboratory here in this late, late hour, as you stand exhausted, but hopefully driven to see this through.
So, here, as you all begin to follow Essek back into the laboratory where you arrived, you see him now, a number of books even further scattered amongst the laboratory interior. But you see he’s taken some time to organize some of the stacks into more solid towers. It has a number of strange instruments laid across one of the tables. He runs over quickly to start sketching out a larger runic circle than the teleportation one that brought you all here in the first place. In the quiet as you all stand there, he begins the initial process.
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Highlights
Matt:“Sometimes the short rest gets you, brother”
Chetney:“Ooh, surgery! I’m gonna go scrub in.”
Inspiration
Dorian:“Sorry, mine’s a little bigger.”
Braius:“I’m a grower.”
Liam:“Cube no more…I mean, if we just need deft fingers, I’ve got that.”
Dorian:“Just like my dad.”
Braius:“Oh, ba, ba, ba, ba. Are you sure you wanna do that?”
Laudna:“It’s like a sloth. Once a month I have to climb down a tree…”
Liam:“Spit up the dust ball with your lungs.”
Robbie:“Owl pellets.”
Essek:“Chetters…”
Chetney:“Chetters! chettERS!..Doctor Chetters.”
Ashton:“Stop it.”
Matt:“…you see a label that says Brenatto at the bottom…”
Guidance
by Fearne adds two…Matt:“The DC was fuckin’ twenty…”
Mark of the Messy End
to Delilah (any roll >= 18 counts as a crit for the next round).Imogen:“I know you have. This will give you a chance to fight another day.”
These years of being your puppet. It ends today, one way or another. I think it’s your turn.
and
casts Void Puppet
(recently acquired ability)There is a burning hatred in her eyes. A purple flame that grows brighter and more intense. You feel like if you had flesh in this moment, it would be burned away with the piercing volume of hate in that flame. As she opens her mouth to speak, every one of those threads pulls her away. As she gets pulled silently into the shadow behind, Essek presses his hands down on Laudna’s chest and finishes the incantation. Her entire body begins to glow internally, a vibrant purple to the point where the ribcage itself is the only darkened spot. The rest of her flesh is now alight, like a lantern from the inside. Her back is arched and her eyes and mouth fire out beams of that same purple light. That blackened shadow gets cast off like a torch into the darkness.
As you (Chetney?) pull your hands back, the light diminishes. Laudna’s body relaxes and Essek pulls back (floating in the air, looking down) his eyes scattered around, looking for any sign of success.
She’s there, Delilah. She’s there, but she’s yours.
What you see is that burning hatred and that screaming, shadowed face, quiet as it rails against this ancient Aeorian crystal that holds her. Her flames, her shadow, drifting out like a sieve into the bone-like ribcage that contains her for as long as you walk this realm. You look down upon this, inside yourself, inside your spirit. She is entirely yours.
As you conjure Pâté, you feel (where once you had to borrow energy from this darkness inside you as a request, as a sharer) now you siphon it from this crystal and you watch that purple flame in her hated expression dim, as you draw from her as you please.
Sam:“I draw my weapon.”
20 damage to Pâté
who is immediately disintegrated.Braius:“I have smited Delilah.”
Chetney:“Oh Braius, you’re so brave.”
Travis:“The Batwing.”
Matt:“Oh, yeah. A lot of us grew up before the internet. We had a lot of time to pass.”
Sam:“Your phone has a flashlight on it.”
Laudna:“We have ‘hells’ in our name, though. It’s honestly very fitting.”
Braius:“When you told me that, I got really excited.”
Chetney:“All right! I’ll stop.”
Laudna:“Yes.”
Essek:“If it even exists…who knows. Whatever the dunamantic power source is, it is quite divergent from divine power sources. If indeed Predathos seems an entity that feasts on divine power, then I do not think it would be as interested in the Luxon. That is just a theory.”
Chetney:(laughs)“Tha-hirstee. My man is in a drought! Feed that plant!”
Dorian:“Seven minutes in the Hells?”
Braius:“Six. Gotta be six.”
rolls a d10
and Braius gets the first hit, but tells the group his moment was killing Stanley (who stabbed him in the back and who his drinking mug is made from) without even needing to, which is probably for the best because his hooves made smoking very difficult.rolls a 33
on persuasion or deception.Ashton:“God, you’re pretty.”
prestidigitates
a curtain to obscure them.(continued)
Robbie:“Ok-shutup-about-that.”
INTERMISSION
You all went to rest through out the handful of chambers within Essek’s abode, here in the capital city of Rexxentrum. Looking to get a full night’s sleep after a very long day. You succeed and get a long rest.
Travis:“Never seen a reptilian werewolf?”
As you walk beneath these arms and legs, you can see gardens planted along its many shelves where winter flowers bloom. A number of snowdrops seem to coil up alongside its legs. You can see miners carrying materials from within. It has become part of the landscape.
Continuing inward, you take note of the various bastions that are keeping a close watch. Try as you might, a few times you are clocked and followed. Most upon seeing your definitive Ashari attire, tend to splinter off shortly thereafter. You begin to smell the haze of smoke getting stronger, and as you pass into the further interior region, you step into an area known as the Duskmeadow…
There is a perpetual stillness to this space. Those that walk through here seem to walk with a quickness. You’re hard-pressed not to have your eyes catch an incredible structure along your path, what looks to be a massive ‘gothic’ cathedral that looms over the rest of this region. Tall pointed spires, architecture reminiscent of one such temple in much more modest means, where some of you had a brief vision with the Matron of Ravens. The air of this space definitely carries her scent, her energy. As you all walk past towards its peaks, dozens of ravens scatter and call out to the night.
Sam:“This was a big first day for me.”