Session 4 (The Word of Life)
23rd Lharvion - Arrival back in Sharn from Stormreach.
27th Lharvion - The PCs are in and around Morgrave University when they hear a commotion and, upon investigation, discover that the tablet had been stolen from its display in the upper halls! An inquisitive (Creilath Movanek, a well known half-elf) was summoned and asked to look over the scene. He quickly concluded that the culprit had most likely come from the docks, as there were traces of white oakum (untarred caulkling twine) snagged on the pedestal as well as the presence of Cliffside limestone. The PCs made haste to the Cliffside docks only to see a ship starting to cast off with a pack-bearing figure near the stern. Dha'ron, being the fastest of the crew, ran down the docks - narrowly avoiding being tripped by an unseen assailant in the crowd - and leapt after the ship... falling into the harbor instead. Once he clambered out of the drink, Dha'ron, along with Andrew and Maker, witnessed a band of tritons out in the far harbor board a Brelish cutter and slaughter the crew. The good news of the day was that they could identify the fleeing vessel as the Vengeance of Falnar; Falnar being identified as a town on the southern coast of Cyre, near to the Darguun border.
They then returned to Morgrave University to prepare for a trip to the Mournland. Praxxas Magister had been poisoned, which explained his absence from the crime scene, but he did arrange for them to receive travel passes to take them by lightning rail as far as they could go towards their ultimate destination. He also arranged for a Breland Sentinel to accompany them on their mission to recover the valuable tablet.
3rd Barrakas - It had taken a couple of days to organize everything and they had been on the lightning rail route for a day now with their companion - Timar Mesis, a Sentinel of Breland - and it was now the evening of their first night in the lightning rail sleeping compartment they had been provided with. During the night hoofbeats were heard over the rushing of air and crackling of the storm elemental propulsion. Looking out the window with dancing lights cast into the darkness, the PCs saw a band of hobgoblins riding hard for the carriages. Each hobgoblin was armed and armored and grim of visage. With that in mind, combat was joined and several of the hobgoblins were dropped from their horses by magic and ranged weaponry before even reaching the lightning rail. Some of them made it onto the roof of the carriage though, and Timar burst into action, climbing onto the roof with them. As Andrew stuck his head out the window to see what was going on, he saw a blade plow through Timar's back and out his chest, tumbling him off the roof and onto the ground, lost in a blur of bloody steel as the rail continued onwards. The rest of the hobgoblins noted the position of the PCs and dropped into the carriage with them, only to be dispatched fairly swiftly.
6th Barrakas - Now without Timar Mesis, they were approaching Starilaskur - their disembarking point - when they heard the beating of leathery wings and an inhuman shriek in the sky above! There was another shriek, this one louder and more piercing, and the carriages shuddered violently and the leathery beating of wings resumed after the creatures diving attack on the lightning rail elemental compartment.
Andrew, Dha'ron, and Maker jumped to their feet and ran forwards to check on the damage, arriving just in time to witness another shrieking dive on the lead compartment, this time tearing the elemental binding asunder and partially releasing the storm elemental, driving it into a wild frenzy and propelling the carriages far faster than they were intended to go. The other carriages were decoupled by Maker, and the PCs managed to stay largely out of harm's way while the elemental raged out of control and the compartment and a half screamed through Starilaskur without stopping and straight into the thick grey mists that border the Mournland. Eventually the elemental wrested itself free of its bindings and dissipated into the air, taking the crackling of lightning with it and soaring off into the evening. The carriages coasted along the conductor stones for a further two hours before reaching a halt deep within the Mournland. Their rough knowledge of Cyran geography and trust in the fact that the lightning rail had to have stops along the way led them to trudge along the often shattered conductor stone line for a couple of hours before reaching the town of Taralanth. The town was an eerie display of what truly awaited them in this most accursed of lands: corpses lying where they fell, pallid and pale but without any sign of decay. They picked a fairly secure spot and camped for the night; Maker keeping watch through the long hours until dawn.
7th-19th Barrakas - Again combining their sketchy knowledge of the landscape with Dha'ron's survival skill of finding north, they set out southwards for a long journey into the unknown. After twelve days of staying out of sight and skirting any major threats, they came across a horrifying sight - animated corpses locked in eternal battle - made even more eerie by the lack of any sound beyond the clashing of arms and armor.
27th Barrakas - They had been flanked by the glass plateau for several days now, its jagged presence a constant companion on their travels. On this particular night though, they would witness a savage storm illuminating the scene with flashes of purple lightning. Lightning that revealed a stone tower nestled near the base of the glass plateau. Lightning that, between periods of oppressive darkness, revealed a pair of heavily armored skeletons; each bearing a pair of wicked scimitars. One of the skeletons levelled its undead gaze at the group and rasped out in a harsh whisper "you should not have violated our lands..." and the pair moved in to attack!
27th Lharvion - The PCs are in and around Morgrave University when they hear a commotion and, upon investigation, discover that the tablet had been stolen from its display in the upper halls! An inquisitive (Creilath Movanek, a well known half-elf) was summoned and asked to look over the scene. He quickly concluded that the culprit had most likely come from the docks, as there were traces of white oakum (untarred caulkling twine) snagged on the pedestal as well as the presence of Cliffside limestone. The PCs made haste to the Cliffside docks only to see a ship starting to cast off with a pack-bearing figure near the stern. Dha'ron, being the fastest of the crew, ran down the docks - narrowly avoiding being tripped by an unseen assailant in the crowd - and leapt after the ship... falling into the harbor instead. Once he clambered out of the drink, Dha'ron, along with Andrew and Maker, witnessed a band of tritons out in the far harbor board a Brelish cutter and slaughter the crew. The good news of the day was that they could identify the fleeing vessel as the Vengeance of Falnar; Falnar being identified as a town on the southern coast of Cyre, near to the Darguun border.
They then returned to Morgrave University to prepare for a trip to the Mournland. Praxxas Magister had been poisoned, which explained his absence from the crime scene, but he did arrange for them to receive travel passes to take them by lightning rail as far as they could go towards their ultimate destination. He also arranged for a Breland Sentinel to accompany them on their mission to recover the valuable tablet.
3rd Barrakas - It had taken a couple of days to organize everything and they had been on the lightning rail route for a day now with their companion - Timar Mesis, a Sentinel of Breland - and it was now the evening of their first night in the lightning rail sleeping compartment they had been provided with. During the night hoofbeats were heard over the rushing of air and crackling of the storm elemental propulsion. Looking out the window with dancing lights cast into the darkness, the PCs saw a band of hobgoblins riding hard for the carriages. Each hobgoblin was armed and armored and grim of visage. With that in mind, combat was joined and several of the hobgoblins were dropped from their horses by magic and ranged weaponry before even reaching the lightning rail. Some of them made it onto the roof of the carriage though, and Timar burst into action, climbing onto the roof with them. As Andrew stuck his head out the window to see what was going on, he saw a blade plow through Timar's back and out his chest, tumbling him off the roof and onto the ground, lost in a blur of bloody steel as the rail continued onwards. The rest of the hobgoblins noted the position of the PCs and dropped into the carriage with them, only to be dispatched fairly swiftly.
6th Barrakas - Now without Timar Mesis, they were approaching Starilaskur - their disembarking point - when they heard the beating of leathery wings and an inhuman shriek in the sky above! There was another shriek, this one louder and more piercing, and the carriages shuddered violently and the leathery beating of wings resumed after the creatures diving attack on the lightning rail elemental compartment.
Andrew, Dha'ron, and Maker jumped to their feet and ran forwards to check on the damage, arriving just in time to witness another shrieking dive on the lead compartment, this time tearing the elemental binding asunder and partially releasing the storm elemental, driving it into a wild frenzy and propelling the carriages far faster than they were intended to go. The other carriages were decoupled by Maker, and the PCs managed to stay largely out of harm's way while the elemental raged out of control and the compartment and a half screamed through Starilaskur without stopping and straight into the thick grey mists that border the Mournland. Eventually the elemental wrested itself free of its bindings and dissipated into the air, taking the crackling of lightning with it and soaring off into the evening. The carriages coasted along the conductor stones for a further two hours before reaching a halt deep within the Mournland. Their rough knowledge of Cyran geography and trust in the fact that the lightning rail had to have stops along the way led them to trudge along the often shattered conductor stone line for a couple of hours before reaching the town of Taralanth. The town was an eerie display of what truly awaited them in this most accursed of lands: corpses lying where they fell, pallid and pale but without any sign of decay. They picked a fairly secure spot and camped for the night; Maker keeping watch through the long hours until dawn.
7th-19th Barrakas - Again combining their sketchy knowledge of the landscape with Dha'ron's survival skill of finding north, they set out southwards for a long journey into the unknown. After twelve days of staying out of sight and skirting any major threats, they came across a horrifying sight - animated corpses locked in eternal battle - made even more eerie by the lack of any sound beyond the clashing of arms and armor.
27th Barrakas - They had been flanked by the glass plateau for several days now, its jagged presence a constant companion on their travels. On this particular night though, they would witness a savage storm illuminating the scene with flashes of purple lightning. Lightning that revealed a stone tower nestled near the base of the glass plateau. Lightning that, between periods of oppressive darkness, revealed a pair of heavily armored skeletons; each bearing a pair of wicked scimitars. One of the skeletons levelled its undead gaze at the group and rasped out in a harsh whisper "you should not have violated our lands..." and the pair moved in to attack!
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