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Aphonion Tales: Ravenskrag and the Shadowline, a preteen D&D game (lightly edited notes, COMPLETED on 1/20/23)
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<blockquote data-quote="CPaladin" data-source="post: 8584564" data-attributes="member: 7030144"><p>[Session 45, cont'd]</p><p>They travel to the strange city. There are metallic rounded towers, a twenty-five foot metal wall with open gates, and a paved road that leads out half a mile and then stops at a dead stop, at the same distance from the city as there is a sudden clean change in vegetation in a perfect circle. The road is cobbled, in a way that is familiar to the group, but with cobblestones that are precisely evenly shaped and laid with greater precision than they are used to.</p><p></p><p>They talk to the gate, who welcomes them to Mechanus.</p><p></p><p>Runor immediately identifies the fine craftsmanship as gnomish.</p><p></p><p>They ask the gate where it was before it came here. The gate suggests that they speak to the Archivist. When they’re asked if they remember anything from before they were here, the gates tell them they don’t remember anything, but the Archivist will. They light a path to the Archivist, then fall silent.</p><p></p><p>Ulgorio hears in his ear a female voice, “There is an opera house in the city, young one, if you want to try your voice.”</p><p></p><p>Runor presses the gate hard about what he remembered from before they were here.</p><p></p><p>The gate begins crying. “I loved my maker! He polished me and made me. And now he is lost and gone!”</p><p></p><p>“We’re trying to find your maker and understand what happened.”</p><p></p><p>“You’ll find my maker?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes. We want to find out what happened. There were people here.”</p><p></p><p>“There once was a great one and many little ones. And then the great one fell in battle. And the little ones could not defend the city from the many soldiers in steel with their shields. We sent out our gargoyles, but the city was not finished and the city did not have the knowledge it would need to defend itself. And the little makers called on the Great Lady, that the Moonstone City would not fall, for they followed the Great Lady as well as the great maker. And then the city was here. But the little makers were not.”</p><p></p><p>Runor hypothesizes that there was once an elf running the city, with a population of gnomes. He also suspects that they were attacked by Paranswarmians.</p><p></p><p>Within the city, nothing is alive. There are flowers, but they are cunningly made from metal.</p><p></p><p>A metal figure, shaped like a bespectacled gnome, approaches them, and introduces itself as the Archivist.</p><p></p><p>“This city began millenia ago as the final of the Gem Cities. But with time, there were no longer enough of the great lords and ladies for all of the Cities. The City of Chimes and the City of the Moonstone were abandoned to the younger ones. The Lord of the City of the Moonstone was little more than a child. He could not stand against them when the accursed hordes of humans came to try to take the City and its treasures, and he fell. The city defenses are not complete. The city responded with all of its force, but the Iron Legions are endless; and my master, the one who made me the archivist that once dwelled in this archive and many others sought the intercession of the great lady. Lady Whimsey to save us. The city was moved here without its people, and they were dying in the fields without. It was horrific. Some of my kind were able to fight, but many of us are not equipped to.” It holds up a hand. “I am delicately wrought out of copper wire and crystals, I cannot even hold a sword. Even a heavy pen, or a heavy tome stresses me. Many are like me, artisans who work completing the building of the city under the guidance of the makers. We miss them.</p><p></p><p>“We’ve been here a thousand years, nearly. No evil comes here, but we continue to finish the city. Perhaps one day the gnomes… perhaps even one of the great ones… will come here. And I remember it all. And I will record everything that happens in the City between now and then.”</p><p></p><p>They notice that the Archivist is making careful notations on a sheet of beaten copper with a mechanical stylus, recording the details of their visit.</p><p></p><p>“Aleep thinks this is a pocket dimension?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, created by Whimsey and controlled by Whimsey. That is certainly true, although she may not take note of it very often.”</p><p></p><p>“So, when the teleport tower was built here, the pocket dimension already existed. It's very strange.”</p><p></p><p>“That is beyond our knowledge. But I think another triad of the great masters created the beginning of the network. There are similar small teleport networks here and there, and I think it was built by one of them. I think there were great lords and ladies who made that tower. All are passing, all are passing, and they are probably long gone. But it could be their work, and one must remember that the Lady Whimsey-- despite how She may be treated in later years, whether justly or unjustly I am a mere construct and cannot judge-- She was among the Elvin Pantheon, the youngest of Eiru’s children. So, it is not inconceivable that some of the great masters in the early days would plant a tower in her plane. She probably has never noticed it. I believe She has forgotten us here, although I respect Her, and we will just keep working.”</p><p></p><p>“There are some, but not many gnomes where we come from. Would you wish us to bring them here?”</p><p></p><p>“If they are followers of the Great Lady... The gnomes are fairly evenly divided. You know, those who craft things like us mostly follow the Great Lady. Those who craft in the manner of your people,” it extends a chain and copper claw towards Runor, they they tend to serve Lord Dain. To have again among us some who follow the Lady, and who can take over the work, even if they do not remember the will of any of the great lords and ladies… Yes, yes, we would welcome it. We would reward you. We have a small store of moonstones that we could reward you with if you could bring us others of their people.”</p><p></p><p>They thank the Archivist and leave the city.</p><p></p><p>They decide to begin the next day at The Far Away.</p><p>[End session 45]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="CPaladin, post: 8584564, member: 7030144"] [Session 45, cont'd] They travel to the strange city. There are metallic rounded towers, a twenty-five foot metal wall with open gates, and a paved road that leads out half a mile and then stops at a dead stop, at the same distance from the city as there is a sudden clean change in vegetation in a perfect circle. The road is cobbled, in a way that is familiar to the group, but with cobblestones that are precisely evenly shaped and laid with greater precision than they are used to. They talk to the gate, who welcomes them to Mechanus. Runor immediately identifies the fine craftsmanship as gnomish. They ask the gate where it was before it came here. The gate suggests that they speak to the Archivist. When they’re asked if they remember anything from before they were here, the gates tell them they don’t remember anything, but the Archivist will. They light a path to the Archivist, then fall silent. Ulgorio hears in his ear a female voice, “There is an opera house in the city, young one, if you want to try your voice.” Runor presses the gate hard about what he remembered from before they were here. The gate begins crying. “I loved my maker! He polished me and made me. And now he is lost and gone!” “We’re trying to find your maker and understand what happened.” “You’ll find my maker?” “Yes. We want to find out what happened. There were people here.” “There once was a great one and many little ones. And then the great one fell in battle. And the little ones could not defend the city from the many soldiers in steel with their shields. We sent out our gargoyles, but the city was not finished and the city did not have the knowledge it would need to defend itself. And the little makers called on the Great Lady, that the Moonstone City would not fall, for they followed the Great Lady as well as the great maker. And then the city was here. But the little makers were not.” Runor hypothesizes that there was once an elf running the city, with a population of gnomes. He also suspects that they were attacked by Paranswarmians. Within the city, nothing is alive. There are flowers, but they are cunningly made from metal. A metal figure, shaped like a bespectacled gnome, approaches them, and introduces itself as the Archivist. “This city began millenia ago as the final of the Gem Cities. But with time, there were no longer enough of the great lords and ladies for all of the Cities. The City of Chimes and the City of the Moonstone were abandoned to the younger ones. The Lord of the City of the Moonstone was little more than a child. He could not stand against them when the accursed hordes of humans came to try to take the City and its treasures, and he fell. The city defenses are not complete. The city responded with all of its force, but the Iron Legions are endless; and my master, the one who made me the archivist that once dwelled in this archive and many others sought the intercession of the great lady. Lady Whimsey to save us. The city was moved here without its people, and they were dying in the fields without. It was horrific. Some of my kind were able to fight, but many of us are not equipped to.” It holds up a hand. “I am delicately wrought out of copper wire and crystals, I cannot even hold a sword. Even a heavy pen, or a heavy tome stresses me. Many are like me, artisans who work completing the building of the city under the guidance of the makers. We miss them. “We’ve been here a thousand years, nearly. No evil comes here, but we continue to finish the city. Perhaps one day the gnomes… perhaps even one of the great ones… will come here. And I remember it all. And I will record everything that happens in the City between now and then.” They notice that the Archivist is making careful notations on a sheet of beaten copper with a mechanical stylus, recording the details of their visit. “Aleep thinks this is a pocket dimension?” “Yes, created by Whimsey and controlled by Whimsey. That is certainly true, although she may not take note of it very often.” “So, when the teleport tower was built here, the pocket dimension already existed. It's very strange.” “That is beyond our knowledge. But I think another triad of the great masters created the beginning of the network. There are similar small teleport networks here and there, and I think it was built by one of them. I think there were great lords and ladies who made that tower. All are passing, all are passing, and they are probably long gone. But it could be their work, and one must remember that the Lady Whimsey-- despite how She may be treated in later years, whether justly or unjustly I am a mere construct and cannot judge-- She was among the Elvin Pantheon, the youngest of Eiru’s children. So, it is not inconceivable that some of the great masters in the early days would plant a tower in her plane. She probably has never noticed it. I believe She has forgotten us here, although I respect Her, and we will just keep working.” “There are some, but not many gnomes where we come from. Would you wish us to bring them here?” “If they are followers of the Great Lady... The gnomes are fairly evenly divided. You know, those who craft things like us mostly follow the Great Lady. Those who craft in the manner of your people,” it extends a chain and copper claw towards Runor, they they tend to serve Lord Dain. To have again among us some who follow the Lady, and who can take over the work, even if they do not remember the will of any of the great lords and ladies… Yes, yes, we would welcome it. We would reward you. We have a small store of moonstones that we could reward you with if you could bring us others of their people.” They thank the Archivist and leave the city. They decide to begin the next day at The Far Away. [End session 45] [/QUOTE]
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