ZEITGEIST [ZEITGEIST] The Continuing Adventures of Korrigan & Co.

Session 62, Part Three

The Business of Government

• Before he met with his political affliates, Korrigan took the time to meditate, to reconnect with the Humble Hook. He did not need to spend too much time doing so, however, as the Humble Hook sought to reconnect with him. So he used the time to commune with Kai and make some basic connections with the new array of planes, bolstering his own plane-shaped form, which had begun to feel heavy and slow.
• To attend his own meeting, Korrigan first had to shoulder his way through a raft of petitioners who each desired his ear, from Bishop Antonescu, to the Yersaol Veterans' association. (Antonescu gained Uriel’s ear and clearly sought favour for his earlier help. In particular, he wanted to arrange a meeting with Morgan Cippiano. The veterans were angry that Korrigan, one of their own, continued to have truck with the war criminal General Dax, now thinly disguised as Leon the Clever…)
• Once he made it to the main chamber, the first order of business was to discuss a replacement for Governor. Korrigan planned to instal an interim governor and then hold elections. Candidates for the interim included Lt Dale, Stover Delft and Thames Grimsley. Grimsley nominated himself and reminded the king that the Dockers had always supported him and felt that with his coronation “the… time for … change has… surely come”.
• To appease Grimsley (and because he liked the man) Korrigan nominated Heward Sechim, but was disappointed when Heward demurred, cleverly deflecting further discussion by suggesting Gale! Once the hubbub died down, Guy Goodson warned the new king that the wealthy factory owners wanted to put forward their own candidate. It would be high-handed to refuse her a hearing. So Korrigan acquiesced and a young heiress named Dextra Rathtine was brought before him. She gave a very impressive account of herself, but Korrigan wasn’t concentrating. Rather he was privately focused on how best to deal with what the Humble Hook had just told him – that Dextra Rathtine was in fact Catherine Romana! The audacity! Korrigan kept his cool, told her and everyone else that Stover Delft would be interim governor, and invited Dextra and her supporters back for an audience in support of her candidacy when the post was up for elections. In the meantime, Leon would need to work on relearning dispel magic!
• Korrigan had Delft issue a proclamation inviting all concerned citizens to Dawn Square the following day.

Misc

• Rumdoom visited his chapel and found it bulging with converts. The night sky smacked of the End Times and was good business for eschatologists. Many were convinced the end was nigh! There were many volunteers to serve Rumdoom as part of his retinue. This was especially useful, since he only had Thurgid and one deep faen left – the shaman Wuzazu. Wuzazu had absorbed the life-force of other deep faen in order to maintain his existence in the Waking now the Bleak Gate was gone. (It was unclear if this sacrifice was voluntary.) A lot of Rumdoom’s supporters wondered aloud if they might try to rescue Hildegaard now. Although the possibility seemed remote (Rumdoom was no closer to recovering the Stone of Not as he had promised) the rest of the unit did think it possible that the aboleth might prove willing allies now the barriers to invasion had gone (so afraid were they of the gidim).
• Gupta wondered aloud if it would be right and proper to inform the Dockers, and the Panoply that all of this had been the doing of William Miller. Both Uriel and Korrigan felt strongly that he and Nicodemus were not the same man, and that his actions as Nicodemus did not invalidate his earlier works. They did not think that anything could be gained from such honesty.
• Uru went to the Nettles and began the process of erecting spark gap lighting throughout the district. This was a plan that might be viable throughout the whole of Flint if it worked here. While he did so, two pieces of sad news reached him: First of all, his gardeners came to tell him that his harden was dying. He went straight away to find that the plants, no longer supported by the Bleak Gate, would not last long. Uru worked on regaining some of his nature rituals to bolster and feed them, but realised the garden would need the regular application of such rituals – constant care from him, if he could not teach the complex rituals to his gardeners. (Better, still, obviously, would be to restore Av to its prior position…) The second piece of bad news he received was that his friend and contact, Searkil Shortankard – a pixie merchant in all things weird and wonderful – was dying too. He had been ill for a long time – blackened, wizened and infected by the pollution of Flint. Uru went to visit him on his death bed and watched him breathe his last breath. Then he took him and laid him to rest in his garden.
• Alden Wondermaker completed his designs for advanced rocketry. Coupled with the advanced explosives he had developed earlier, they would revolutionise warfare and the navy in particular. Invaluable in the struggle to come.
• Late in the day, a courier named Gully Foyle came to Gupta’s attention. The frantic halfling needed help. He’d been teleporting. A few times when he was in a rush and tried to weave through a crowd, he found himself simply stepping straight to a spot he could see. He didn’t know if this was safe, but he couldn’t stop doing it. Some initial tests revealed that Gully could teleport anywhere he could walk or climb to ordinarily, even across small bodies of water like Parity Lake or the Stanfield Canal. (Delft recommended they rename that). Gully couldn’t teleport through a fence, through bars of a cell, or onto the roof of a stranger’s house, but he could teleport anywhere public. With a bit of practice, members of the unit found they could do so too, and Leon went on to discover that teleportation was even easier for him than it was before. Also, gold no longer blocked teleportation. (Leon went straight away to the RHC stores and reclaimed the Wand of Egal the Shimmering, which he had long had his eye on, but could not use because it was made entirely of gold.) For her part, Lauryn Cyneburg, the RHC’s minister of infiltration, jokingly offered to give Gully her job, then less jokingly suggested they lock the man up in a lightless cell so he couldn't share the secret. She also proposed building thin towers across the nation, separated by miles, but tall enough to be seen from the next nearest tower, to allow rapid teleportation by approved forces.
• That night Delft reported the first outbreak of violence, which was an odd one. A baker’s guild meeting somehow led to two dozen bakers (“26 men?!?” cried Gupta) roaming the streets, marching in odd lockstep, breaking into businesses and taking various baking ingredients - flour, butter, sugar, and the like. When police tried to arrest them, the bakers fended them off with exceptional teamwork. The police were forced to withdraw, and they said the perpetrators returned to their guildhouse and had been baking all day. The two dozen men and women moved with eerie unity, and responded to questions in unison.
• The next day, word came of a larger protest forming in Parity Lake, where newly-emboldened factory workers had invited the entire district to come find the factory owners and force them to provide better pay and safety conditions. Delft worried there might be a riot, and thought that King Baldrey had the best chance to stop bloodshed.

End of Session

Session 63, Part One - Before the Riot

• King Baldrey ordained sleep. Rest was needed if they were to be able to face the challenges ahead. While the others slumbered, Uru sat like a spider at the centre of a web, sensing the city around him. He could feel negative energy slowly spiralling and draining inward to Cauldron Hill, like dishwater down a plughole.
• Before he went to bed, King Baldrey sent messengers overland to Slate and other major cities. Lauryn Cyneburg reported that a shipping conglomerate, concerned at their inability to magically contact Shale, had sent their fastest ship with contracts and orders. Less than half an hour after the messenger ship left port, a fire was visible far out to sea. Druidic divinations confirmed that there were no survivors and that the ship had been set upon by She Who Writhes.
• Concerned about their isolation, Korrigan turned to Leon. Leon realised that he had been able to overcome the restrictions on teleportation by using the Chamber of Dreams he and Kasvarina had designed. Once he had rediscovered how to dispel magic, he set about seeing if he could still access the Chamber.
• ‘Overnight’ there were many fires, as the people panicked at the absence of the sun. Delft used Gale to transport water wizard Elwin Shears to the worst affected parts of the city. During their report the following day, Gale took the opportunity to petition Korrigan on behalf of the Vekeshi Mystics. She felt strongly that they should no longer be forced to lurk in the shadows, and that bringing them out into the open would be a clear sign of a new direction.
• Rumdoom was wrapped up in eschatological matters – something about seeking to contact the Deep Ones.
• The rest of the unit gathered at Delft’s request, to deal with the disturbance in Parity Lake. “What is the nature of the unit now?” they asked. Korrigan conceded that they were no longer a unit of the RHC, that was for sure. (“We’re all Dukes now,” Leon reminded them. Uriel said, “Except me.”) But Korrigan hoped they all still shared the same determination to thwart the Obscurati. Everyone agreed. Uru suggested they form a counter-conspiracy called the Illuminati, devoted to returning light to the world (and then controlling it).
• Uriel reported his findings into radiant energy. The power of Vona was gone. Casters and wielders of items that once used Vona as a power source could temporarily overcome its absence by investing their own physical energy into the item or spell. Meanwhile, Leon had discovered that Av energy was still accessible, but very different; that the change in the nature of eladrin’s supernatural powers was profound. As Gale and Asrabey had reported, they could no longer fey step, but instead were able to affect incorporeal spirits. Their connection was now with the new plane of Death. Uriel determined to invest more time investigating these matters. They also discovered that the Ob had affected a subtle change in the way everyone thought: more inclined to listen to reason than go with their emotions; harder to bully; harder to read.
• Gupta was disconcerted by her own failure to get to grips with the new reality and suffered a crisis of confidence, falling back on her old ways – getting out on the streets in her spare time, patrolling and listening out for rumours.

How are the players taking the new world order?

RangerWickett said:

How are the players taking the new world order?

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With curiosity and stoicism. They have enjoyed the challenge of dealing with encounters without falling back on certain mainstay powers, and the business of choosing which powers and items are the most imortant and need to be relearned fast. As always, they enjoy the inventiveness of the AP, and are keen to explore all of its elements. This is why they tend to follow the story, rather than disrupting it, or finding ways to circumvent it (which I've noticed other groups are more inclined to do). That doesn't imply passivity, but activity within the bounds of the storyline.

And of course the new world is a great way to mark the transition between tiers. (Okay, so we don't have tiers in Cypher, but we do have superheroic/godlike 'shifts' that grant huge boosts in power.) Korrigan being king helps with that too. It's funny, his player expressed a desire to pursue kingship a few months before the storyline required it, but when he actually became king he said, "I imagined becoming the King at the end of the campaign with all the glory and none of the responsibility. Now I really need to think about what to do!"

Session 63, Part Two - Hivemind

Not one to let a little world-altering-event threaten her profits, factory owner Jaya Isfeld had instituted a lock-in. Factory workers had been forcibly incarcerated within their workplaces, and only allowed to leave when a replacement staff member came to take their shift. By the time the unit arrived at Parity Lake, the mob had grown to encompass almost five-hundred angered workers, including family, friends, and people who just want to shout against the injustices of the new world. The mob was led by Thames Grimsley who was shouting threats that if the crowd found the owners, he couldn’t be held responsible for any bloodshed. A group of several dozen police officers formed a loose blockade between Isfeld Drilling Cortege and the growing mob, who were pushing against the police line. The officers were shaken and fired off repeated warning shots into the sky. Thames Grimsley shouted at the officers to abandon their posts so no one will get hurt.The mob began to stamp their feet in unison and chant, “Let our people out! Let us out! Let us out!” The air felt thick with intention. The unit saw something huge moving inside the windows of the drilling factory, flickering with a turquoise light. Korrigan told Quratulain to check out the factory. She arrived to find Leon was already at the gates, and discovered that they were chained from the outside. Nervous guards still remained at their posts. From where she lurked on the fringes of the crowd, Gupta stared in wonder at the turquoise light from the factory and found to her surprise that it was otherworldly!

Korrigan jumped out of the open-top carriage he had arrived in and forced his way through the crowd towards Thames. Grimsley was in no mood to listen to reason. There was something strange about the intensity of his demeanour. Korrigan took hold of Thames and told him to snap out of it. Thames looked angry at first, then his expression changed to one of confusion as he looked about him and appeared shocked that he had allowed things to go this far. Uriel used telekinesis to bear Korrigan aloft, so that he could address the crowd, persuading them of the error of this course of action – trying to use reason not emotional appeals. Some members of the crowd were swayed by his words, but the situation quickly escalated around them. Uru had stolen into the middle of the crowd and was able to pick out the culprits as a stray rock struck a police offer. As another officer moved to help him up, a second rock struck and the downed officer responded with a shot into the crowd.

There were cries of anguish and anger, and the mob surged forward against the police line, only to be repelled by a volley of gunfire. Then the mob grabbed the officers and start dragging them into the centre of their mass, yanking at their limbs and breaking bones as the cops screamed in panic. Uru tried to stymie this by releasing his ghostly entourage, and sending them out to pull down the trousers of all those involved. This succeeded only in making the whole thing more disturbing.

Suddenly, the front-facing factory wall bulged as if straining from within. A split second later it exploded outwards, showering the police line, and half of the unit with rubble. Leon teleported away as it came down, but Quratulain and Korrigan were both trapped.

When the dust cleared they saw a translucent blue mass of brain-like matter - gargantuan in size, encompassing all of the workers who had been trapped inside the factory. Whip-like tentacles flailed about it, some ending in fleshy hammers and sickles. Eyes twitched along the surface of the orb, and where they looked, people’s flesh dissolved into ash. It lashed out about it and grabbed Leon.

Uru thought he recognised this thing – it looked very much like a ‘tooth-anus’, and so he tried thinking at it, but to no avail. He was right, though: Uriel recognised this as a thoughtform of some sort. Had it taken just two days for the gidim to move on Lanjyr? But, no: this was not a Warbeast of Gidim, rather it was a manifestation of some side-effect of the Ob’s changes to the multiverse: a gestalt formed from the focused will of the crowd of workers – a hivemind.

Uriel concentrated and thought the form solid. It came crashing down to the ground, then tried to mentally convert Leon. Leon bampfed out of its grasp and lashed at it with tiefling fire. Then it grabbed at Korrigan and Gupta and tried to do the same thing to them, failing.

Now it was solid, Quratulain and Uru opened up a fresh can of whup-ass, tearing chunks out of it, and biting into its core. Gupta asked it a question, causing it to freeze momentarily, then she shifted into tiger form. Leon freed anyone it grabbed by teleporting them away, and Uriel kept it solid. When Quratulain fired again, the hivemind erupted in a psychic boom. The unit was unaffected, but all those who had been swept up in the gestalt collapsed.

Over the next few days, more reports of such telepathic gestalts came in from throughout the city. Delft ordered his officers to break up groups larger than a dozen strong, and Uru, from the centre of his mental web, found he was able to identify and report incidents of ‘thought crime’ before they got out of hand. Nontheless, Delft began to caution against the plan of calling the citizens of Flint to Dawn Square (although for now Korrigan remained keen to press ahead).

After a three days of rest, Thames Grimsley approaches the king and apologized for his part in what happened, though he could not help but emphasise that “something… needs… to be done; the people are… scared of this… new… world”.

Session 63, Part Three

The Trial of Dextra Rathtine

Following the events of that morning, it was opportune that King Baldrey found himself faced by a united gathering of the wealthy industrialists of Flint. It was equally opportune that he now had a way of entirely undermining their position.

With her powerful backers behind her, ‘Dextra Rathtine’ gave a deep, formal curtsy and prepared to hold forth in pursuit of the role of Governor. But before she could get started, King Baldrey gave a signal and Leon – who had taken to maintaining invisibility as a default state – cast a powerful dispel magic which caused Catherine Romana’s shapeshifting magic to melt away.

Romana stammered and yammered, but did not give as good an account of herself as might have been expected – somewhere deep inside of her she must have realised the gig was up. When asked what she had done with the real Dextra, she fell deeply, guiltily silent.

King Baldrey informed everyone gathered here that Romana had conspired against Risur for her personal gain, and had taken part in the assassination of King Aodhan. Then he took the opportunity of her undoing to put the industrialists in their place. Ordinarily a speech about improving conditions for the workers to the benefit of all would have been met by a wall of indignity and bluster, but circumstances forced them to remain silent – particularly when King Baldrey mentioned the events of that morning and the now palpable consequences of angering huge numbers of the population. Such ‘tactics’ (forced lock-ins, etc) were not to be repeated.

What of Romana? There had been some prior discussion. She was of no tactical use, because any ‘information’ she offered could not be trusted; RHC cells were notoriously porous so there was a risk in keeping her alive; executing her might see her returned to Nicodemus. Now Gupta whispered in the king’s ear. He nodded gravely and gave his assent to her plan, before going on to pronounce Catherine Romana an ‘Enemy of the Crown’.

At that Gupta stepped up to her and said, “I remember the time when you ran away from us all. Do you?” She reached out to a petrified Romana and gently wiped away a bead of sweat from her cheek, while muttering a soft incantation. In doing so, she wiped away Romana’s personality, leaving her in a permanent vegetative state.

Although it was now safe to do so, Uriel counselled against executing her. “Nicodemus doesn’t know we can do this yet.” It was agreed that Romana should be taken away and kept alive for now.

The industrialists departed in nervous silence, with a final reminder that they should co-operate with the new regime and respond positively to laws designed to improve welfare, conditions and safety.

When they were gone, the unit discussed Amielle. She should be kept off the frontline for now, and it was decided that they should ask her to help Alden Wondermaker install his advanced weapons in Risuri ships. Korrigan also asked Quratulain – who planned to visit Wondermaker’s workshop to craft specialised bullets – if she could request that he make some sort of device that would enable the king to address large crowds easily – a method that was not reliant on magic.

Finally, Leon voiced his objection to what had been done to Romana. It made him uncomfortable and he felt that he had to say something. His objection was noted.

Morgan Cippiano

Korrigan sent Uriel to deal with Morgan Cippiano. Uriel asked Gupta to come along. They met in a private room in the rear of a coffee shop in Pine Island. Cippiano complemented Uriel on his flowing white and blue robes – quite a contrast to Malthusius’ rich, velveteen reds, “but equally imposing”. Then he went on to offer the services of his Family in bringing ‘much needed instability’ to the burgeoning workers’ movement: helping Delft prevent gestalt incident, and rocking the boat for the factory owners too. Uriel said that King Baldrey would disapprove of such direct action to which Cippiano responded, “Then why come?” Uriel then softened his stance and went on to seek reassurances that ‘civilians’ remained off the list of those who would be affected. Morgan nodded. Gupta spoke only to establish Cippiano’s key concern – that he was now out of contact with Crissiliyir and did not know what was happening there. They offered to share any information they received through official channels, for which Cippiano expressed his gratitude.

As they left, a young bravura named Bendick spoke with Gupta. They had met at the funeral a few days ago, he reminded her. “I thought we were getting along very well, and then you just left.” Clearly, he wasn’t used to that kind of response. Gupta asked him what he wanted. Bendick made it clear that he was romantically interested in her and said that he would like to see her again. Gupta shrugged and just left.

Jesus. Punitive mindwipe for treason is a grand way to start off the new age, innit?

Just thought I would say how much I enjoy reading someone elses account of the the campaign who has more writing talent than me.

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Jesus. Punitive mindwipe for treason is a grand way to start off the new age, innit?

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Andrew Moreton said:

Just thought I would say how much I enjoy reading someone elses account of the the campaign who has more writing talent than me.

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You're too kind. Always a pleasure to hear from anyone who's enjoying the write-ups. They are fun to write and really help our campaign, so posting them here is really the icing on the cake. (Also, I get to change things slightly when I realise I've effed up. No one seems to notice...)

Session 63, Part Four - Refugee Crisis

With apologies to the original author (taken 90% verbatim from the original text):

Less than 24 hours after the Obscurati’s ritual, the first trainload of refugees arrived from Bole. Tad Hilly, owner of the Thinking Man’s Tavern in Flint’s Bosum Strand district, had old family ties to Bole, and so in the aftermath of the Great Eclipse, many refugees congregated there. Prowling her ld beat, Gupta was soon aware of the growing crisis and quickly brought the events to the unit’s attention.

The first night, when things were still relatively quiet, porters who came in on the railroad spread rumours that Bole’s druids sensed something amiss: that storms of huge power were brewing to the west, forest fires were spotted over the horizon to the east, and that a dozen miners were found floating dead in the Slywater River, a tributary of the Great Delve. (The Slywater had been dammed upstream in the Anthras Mountains a few decades ago as part of new mining operations.)

On the second day, hundreds of refugees arrived. They’d heard rumours that, somehow, Flint still had a sun. In any case, they were happy to be in a bigger city, away from the eerie woods that surround Bole. Ominously, people actually hadn’t seen any fey in the forest, as if they knew something bad was coming and fled.

On the third day, the trains from Bole were overloaded with a thousand refugees. The people had no doubt that a great disaster would soon befall their city, though there were only a few eyewitnesses with useful information. By chance – or perhaps by a sympathetic, psionic link – they were all congregated in Tad Hilly’s tavern, when the unit went to find them:

Barnaby Krist was something of a folk legend in Bole, a hunter of repute with a strong stomach for drink and a propensity for telling outrageous stories that turned out to be true. Almost seven feet tall and seemingly made up of scars and body hair, Barnaby spoke with a heavy accent that he said was that of ‘true forest folk.’ Barnaby saw the forest fires and climbed to an overlook to see the extent of the blaze. From miles away he noticed that the fire was spreading outward in a ring, which isn’t how forest fires travel. “They follow the wind.” Something was lighting the fires. Then he asked for a drink to slake his thirst and downed the whole thing before his big reveal:

“On ma way oot of de forest, I saw a black pup runnin’ at me. Naw, pup is a bad word, cause it was the size of that stuffed bear I used ta have in me home. I thought it was getting’ away from dat big fire, cause der was smoke coming off da beast’s back. No flame, just smoke. It was like they may’a been on fire afore, and dem eyes still glowed, ya see? Still burned from within. I hollered at it and it turnt off, but I seen it prancin’ in front o’ dat fire.”

The legends about the Ash Wolf tell of his pups, the Smouldering Wolves: when wounded or enraged, they burst into flame and viciously fought to the death. Some stories say they can speak, but they only ever seem concerned with hunting, or with driving off those who threaten their father. They dance when near flames because their mother was caught in a forest fire and let herself become the flames.

Their father only ever stirs when there are mighty blazes, in hopes of seeing his lost mate again.

As a hunter, Barnaby was quite familiar with the local terrain, and could point out the exact area the encounter occurred at on a map – start at Bole, follow the rail line to the east, and when the tracks turn north go another twenty-three miles east-northeast, in the craggy woods near ‘dat ol’ layer-cake ruin.’ (The Ancient Ziggurat of Av.)

Slim Chance, a rancher living fifty miles west of Bole, played harmonica with the Jered Lawman’s tavern band. Slim’s dog Hank sat with him, howling along occasionally to the music.

Slim said he was out on a drunken bender in the cattle pasture (Hank had been chewing silage and was a little drunk too) when all the stars fell away a few days ago. He spotted a massive bolt of lightning strike a few miles away, but the bolt didn’t fade. It just kept flashing and rumbling for minutes. The cattle around him all turned and stared at the spectacle, and Slim just enjoyed the light show, too out of it to really worry. An hour later the lightning stopped, and he heard the loudest roar in the world from where the bolts had been striking, and then every single cow around him starting making a ruckus and walking in that direction.

Figuring it was his boss’s problem, Slim kept drinking until morning (such as it was, with only the Gyre and no sun). He woke with a blistering hangover, made worse by Hank barking and snarling constantly. He realized the dog was keeping him from getting trampled; hundreds of cows, some with brands from other ranches miles away – as well as the occasional deer or goat – were all heading in the same direction.

So Slim went the other way as fast as he could. On his way back to the ranch he thought he heard a whole mounted procession of knights in plate armor riding out in the middle pasture, blaring on trumpets, but that definitely was his boss’s problem. He got his horse, his leaf of Nicodemus, and enough food for him and Hank and rode like hell toward Bole. He basically kept running until he got to the edge of the sea, and now he’s still drinking.

Legends of the Father of Thunder tell that his presence is heralded by great storms and great drinking, for the king of herd beasts is an uncontestable lush. He calls a mighty herd to surround him, impregnates many mares and sows and does, and imbues the offspring his boon, transforming them into wondrous steeds for any who can capture them. The Great Hunt traditionally take all their horses from among these blessed steeds.


Grandma Goudada, a hang-lipped crone who wasn’t shy about knowing a few hexes, came into town with a gang of Fortunad nomads – mostly half-elves of muddled ethnicity forced to wander because they don’t fit in anywhere except with other misfits. She was happily terrorizing the various children in the tavern; refugees saw an old lady, assumed it was safe to leave their kids with her while they drank, and wondered later why little Timmy was having nightmares.

Grandma Goudada and her gang were at a small mining town in the Anthras Mountains called Favela, and she was trying to read ‘some government lady’ her fortune, to know what fate awaited in this starless world. Goudada got as far as pulling three cards before doing the unthinkable – she gave the woman her money back, hobbled away, and told her family they had to get as far from the mountains as possible. Her grand-nephew Emilian got them on a train to Bole, then to Flint, which seemed like a good idea until Goudada saw Cauldron Hill.

For a payment substantial enough to make up for her earlier loss, Goudada explained with great portentousness that the cards showed the King wanting to trap and kill a grandmother under a mountain. She glared at the unit, warning them that they should know better than to come after this old granny.

Legends of Granny Allswell tell that the grandmother of gremlins was last defeated by Queen Zidi Wheatling in the year 218 A.O.V. After brawling failed, Zidi took some of her royal treasure and buried it inside three elder earth elementals, which left bits of themselves like a trail of breadcrumbs into a deep mountain cave. While the fey titan tried to pull the ‘owies’ from the elementals, Zidi tricked the granny’s gremlin minions into breaking the wooden supports that kept the cave entrance from collapsing, sealing Granny Allswell away for nearly three centuries.

With She Who Writhes known to be at large in the ocean, that just left the Voice of Rot.

What could he be up to?

End of Zeitgeist Season 5

End Credits Soundtrack:

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