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<blockquote data-quote="MarauderX" data-source="post: 1948010" data-attributes="member: 9990"><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><strong><u>Session 25: A Fount of Surprises</u></strong></span></p><p></p><p>The group relaxed more as the day went on, and the fire was rekindled to serve a warm meal before the sun made its arc into the afternoon. Saylith, the Red Knight stood from his perch near the fountain and drew his sword. The others noticed and were on their way into positions around the fountain as it bubbled over. Suddenly a tentacle curled up from the water to lap over the side. A second tentacle came over the side and the suckers gripped the rough stone. </p><p></p><p>Buri launched himself at one of the tentacles, nearly chopping the limb from whatever body lay in the fountain. Jerrin whipped a ball of flame at the second, and the member sizzled with the impact. Before the others could close, the thing rose to break the surface of the water with its revolting head. It had the features of one of the elves, but somehow the side of its head was bulbous and hung over the side of its eye. It pulled itself out of the fountain with two more tentacles and began a slow sprint away from the fountain as it cried out for mercy from the gods. </p><p></p><p>Thovaas spurred his mount to trample the hideous creature and he pulled alongside to slash a deep gouge across its back. Blue blood sprayed from where his sword had cut deep into it, and an elven voice cried out to end the suffering. Buri strode forward, flipping his sword to stab downward, and ended the things misery. The half-elven half-monstrosity quivered for several moments before the others relaxed their guard enough to sheath their weapons. </p><p></p><p>The bodies of the slain were piled under the open sky and lit on fire. Thovaas said a prayer and recorded everything that had transpired including descriptions of the vile creatures. Grimnyr listened as the others told of their encounters at Sukyskin, Chautauqua, and Kargam. Jerrin ventured into the wild and procured food for them all from the small game and fruit-bearing plants. Settling in for the night, a double watch was established.</p><p></p><p>During the first watch Jerrin answered Grimnyr’s many questions about Elarith. Engrossed, they almost didn’t notice water again rising ever so slightly. They woke the others and moved into position as the fountain slowly overflowed. A female figure swam to the surface and floated there, eyes glowing, and Grimnyr and the others looked closely to notice that it was indeed Aldyth, but her features had changed dramatically. Thovaas strode forth and offered his hand to assist her from the fountain as she spoke prophetically in elven. Jerrin asked her several questions and each time he received a visionary response. The elven boy was told that although she looked like his mother Aldyth, she was different. He nodded and bravely met his mother as she was guided to the fire where they met once more. </p><p></p><p>Jerrin recorded many of her prophetic statements and translated them for the others.</p><p></p><p>• A new line will come to the elves where an old once was… a foundation of their own upon which was built the traditions of their ancestors. </p><p>• Each soul is the result of a union between pure good and pure evil, in the form of Sin. Each soul is charged to liberate itself from evil influence. The gods do not treat the created as children, without free will. Instead, they are held responsible for their choices and, through a cycle of lifetimes, reap the rewards or punishments for its actions.</p><p>• Danger… and a new hope approach Elarith in the form of a prince denied his birthright and shall have the full measure of his blood tested. The deepest dark he is and the untainted light. From the blackest of realms he will ascend to the purest of white. </p><p>• The Winnower has renewed his vigor to halt the evolution that must come… must come for all, and he shall either follow or be destroyed in its wake. </p><p>• Tampering with the lizard king shall bring death to the seekers. </p><p>• Sparks of the Divine Light were scattered and trapped in creation, awaiting redemption. Until all the fallen sparks of divinity are restored to their source, the world remains in a broken state. This is the very purpose of our existence and each of us has a role in its fulfillment.</p><p>• Calling upon those untainted may save us all… if they survive.</p><p>• Imperfection is inescapable since it is woven into the very fabric of creation. Each of us is given some broken piece we will have to work with in our lives and it is our job to illuminate these “dark” places within our being so that our seeming “defects” or imperfections ultimately become the cracks or openings through which our inner light can shine forth into this world.</p><p>• A vileness exists… to change the face of all who grace the surface of the world.</p><p>• As soon as something is created, its dissolution is already at hand. The shattering is an inevitable outcome of creating an embodied universe, much as error is an inevitable part of living. It seems Avasara intentionally created a flawed universe in order to give every creature a role in its restoration, and so that perfection might be reached through imperfection and wholeness through brokenness.</p><p>• Through prayer and action, a person can liberate and raise these sparks and repair our unity. That process is known as Repair--repair of the light, repair of the world, repair of the universe, repair of the multiverse.</p><p>• The goal of the created is to seek perfect dominance over evil’s influence on their essence: liberation from gluttonous desires, arrogance, and selfishness. Upon attaining perfect dominance over evil influences, a process generally regarded as the work of numerous lifetimes, creation is Liberated and gains permanent access to the Realm of Infinite Light.</p><p></p><p></p><p>The rest of the night passed without incident as each group kept vigilant watch on the fountain. In the morning a hot repast was prepared, and Aldyth seemed to have moments of lucidity the more her son and Jerrin talked to her. Jerrin spent the day within earshot, gathering food for everyone as their supplies for a one day trip vanished at breakfast. The old monk was content to feast the same way, as he had been doing such for a long time. </p><p></p><p>In the evening watches were set up again. As Thovaas adjusted his armor he heard the fountain begin to spill over once again. Hurriedly the group assembled around the fountain and waited until it exploded outward, soaking all near the fountain. Within it stood a large figure of an elf, much stronger and pulsing with energy. The elf looked as though it had its skin peeled from its body as its red muscles and veins were exposed as it stood at the fountain’s edge. </p><p></p><p>Quickly the crowd of defenders moved in as it spouted vile predictions before it began chanting a spell. It took blow after blow before the spell ended, bringing forth a spiny dog looking demon, whose piercing howl made the vile elf bellow his vile insights that much louder. It brought forth more magic and a swirling hammer appeared before it before the hammer exploded, injuring and slowing the paladins and the red knight. It giggled gleefully at the destruction it had wrought before Grimnyr, unaffected from the blast, stepped up to slash at the vile elf. </p><p></p><p>Thovaas splashed into the fountain to attack the elf again as Saylith fought off the howling beast. Jerrin brought forth a beautiful white horse with a horn atop its head, and it promptly attacked the bloody looking elf to block its exit. Jerrin brought forth a spell to enchant his claws before morphing into a black bear and moving in beside the unicorn. </p><p></p><p>The blood elf swung to the side at struck Jerrin with a poisonous blow, and only a little of the poison seeped through the thick fur to damage his stamina. The other knights worked in conjunction with Grimnyr to fell the spiny howling beast. Saylith plucked one of the spines from his thigh, wounding himself ripping it free. Thovaas chased the blood elf in the fountain, swinging his sword at him from behind as Grimnyr swung an enchanted axe that dug deeply into its flesh. Eventually it fell from the many blows after having closed several of the wounds with its magic. </p><p></p><p>Jerrin assumed his Halfling form and the unicorn bowed its horn to touch his shoulder where he had been poisoned. The unicorn healed the others as well as it could, especially Thorgils after he had removed several spines that bled profusely. Jerrin healed several times, and the paladins cured themselves of the last of their wounds. Thovaas began recording some of the blood elf’s diatribe into his journal:</p><p></p><p>• Jealous of all creation, evil, through personal exaltation (worship) will bring power so near that of all being that dominance can be asserted.</p><p>• Bowing to the Creators is the only assurance of becoming a survivor of the world to come. Join all of the others that have fallen before you in your own hell!</p><p>• A new line will come to the elves where an old once was, to ascend where he shall bring a new order to pass. </p><p>• The hidden will be revealed to all, and reclaim that which was his at the lamentation of an entire people, his people, whom had cast him aside to be raised by their ancient ancestors in the old ways.</p><p>• Purity by fire shall befit all those from the slave races, while the defiled shall be drowned in their own blood to purge their impure half. </p><p>• The traitors of the world shall be the last to perish after eons of torment and an infinite number of memories of their own betrayal. </p><p>• Gozer the Traveler will come in one of the pre-chosen forms. During the rectification of the Vuldrini, the traveler came as a large and moving Torg! Then, during the third reconciliation of the last of the McKetrick supplicants, they chose a new form for him: that of a giant Slor! Many Shuvs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Slor that day, I can tell you!</p><p></p><p></p><p>Jerrin was explaining part of what the blood elf had been saying about elder races to Grimnyr just as he noticed a figure swimming upward from the dark depths. Alerting the others he stood back as the figure broke the surface. It was a werewolf. </p><p></p><p>The beast began to tread the water toward the edge but was met by Thovaas, who swing his sword with both hands. The blow crashed into the water and struck heavily into the beasts shoulder. The others moved in as it lashed back at Thovaas, striking him twice with its claws. Grimnyr brought his powerful axe down on the beast and watched as it barked viciously at them. Jerrin transformed into a panther and leapt into the pool to strike, landing several swiping blows with his paws. Buri and the others charged in to surround the werewolf. Grimnyr chopped into the water again and the body of beast came floating to the surface, where Thovaas stabbed the thing one last time just as it reverted back to its original form – Varekai. </p><p></p><p>Pulling his blade back, Thovaas and the others pulled Varekai’s body from the pool of water. The old monk walked to the edge of the fountain and, after stirring the water with his staff, said that the water had reached equilibrium once again. Jerrin told the others that he would be willing to bring Varekai back from death and into another form once he had the proper materials. They agreed that he should. </p><p></p><p>The red knight Saylith decided that he would guide Aldyth and her son to Elarith and took four of the horses with him. The others would head back to Wilheim to meet Alex, Quentin and the others to take the Lorleena’s Cutter back to Kargam. Jerrin decided to fly to Elarith then back to Wilheim to meet the others there. </p><p></p><p>At Elarith, Jerrin met his family and friends and quickly told them of his travels. Though abbreviated they seemed much impressed, and asked much about what he saw and heard. Hearing that he would be leaving with a few hours, headed to the immense city of Kargam, his family and friends wished him to return for the fall celebrations. Turning into an eagle in front of them, they gasped and pointed in amazement as he soared away through the tall trees. </p><p></p><p>Alex and Quentin had eaten heartily and were enjoying another brew when they saw an eagle glide above the town to land on the Lorleena’s Cutter. Quentin pulled his feet from their perch on the table as Tempest began barking a hello to Jerrin. </p><p></p><p>Grimnyr eventually led the paladins through the woods as they seemed to be taking a longer time than necessary. They arrived in Wilheim as Alex, Quentin and Jerrin relaxed at the tavern with the crew. Grimnyr relieved the minstrel who had told his last tale about a woman named Jill he once knew. After his performance the crew was glad that the barbarian poet would be joining them on the travel down the river to Kargam. </p><p></p><p>Jerrin joined his Halfling breathen at the half-sized tavern where they welcomed him as family and were glad to hear about any news from the city. A few wily Halflings attempted to persuade Jerrin to take a package with him to Kargam to be delivered to the Halfling Ambassador’s home there. Politely refusing, Jerrin welcomed every free drink as they kept coming. </p><p></p><p>The next morning Galadin had the crew bustling about the ship as fifty or so passengers boarded. Jerrin brought forth a magic to resurrect Varekai in another form, if his soul still wished to have a vessel. The form molded into that of a half-orc, and a surprised Varekai sat up. He strode across the deck, tentatively at first, then confidently as he became comfortable with his new form. Varekai hovered over Thovaas as the half-orc first asked for pants, which Alex promptly brought, then blamed Thovaas for his murder. Thovaas explained the situation with the others before a fight broke out, and it was clear Varekai would not be joining them on the trip to Kargam but instead joining the old man at the Fountain of Anaphia. He took the bag of gold from the passengers’ fees, minus some for his resurrection expenses, and left the ship. </p><p></p><p>With everything in place they sailed downstream toward Kargam at Galadin’s command. The party debated the elder races, the books at Chautauqua, the tapestries, and other matters at length. It was concluded that Grimnyr would attempt to use the needle Alex had found to connect it to the tapestries that Thovaas had carried on his mount for so long. Grimnyr took his time to think about any type of tapestries, magic or not, and since nothing came to mind, he decided to take his best guess with the needle on the tapestry. </p><p></p><p>As soon as Grimnyr touched the needle to the tapestry map at where Kargam now resides, it flew from his hand and began spinning furiously. It carved out Kargam at first, outlining it with pulsing golden thread, before thickly lining the Vulir River upstream to the Oton Peaks before encircling one of the mountains there and stopping. The needle popped from the tapestry back into Grimnyr’s hand, and the group marveled as the thread pulsed, from Kargam to the place in the Oton Peaks. </p><p></p><p>Over the rest of the trip the group discussed the tapestries even more. Thovaas shot several of his autographed arrows into the woods as Jerrin retreated below decks to finish constructed a few wands. </p><p></p><p>The Lorleena’s Cutter picked up plenty of wine and other supplies to keep the crew happy on their voyage home, and each night they spent in a town on the way back. The ship hosted visitors from each of the towns as Alex charged a silver piece for as much watered-down wine as they could drink. It went very well, and as they approached Jennum the crew was sad to have the days of partying almost over. </p><p></p><p>Through the swamp lands on the last leg to Kargam, Grimnyr heard something hit the hull of the ship. Alex had heard it too and called for everyone to gather on the deck to see what they could find. Quentin spotted a heavy chain on land, thicker than a man’s leg, as it rose from the water to the shore. Pointing, the party quickly understood that the slack of the chain was being taken up and soon the ship would come to a shuddering halt. The crew scurried around the ship securing anything that might move upon the sudden stop. The party examined the shore and Alex heard a high-pitched alarm above the din of activity on the ship. Jerrin relaxed and chanted, and soon the water beneath the ship swelled upward, carrying the Lorleena’s Cutter with it. The water rose to propel the ship over the thick chain and downstream away from anyone on shore. As they moved away angry shouts from between swamp trees could be heard and a lone figure was seen waving a fist in their direction. </p><p></p><p>In a few more hours they were safe as they glided into Kargam. They were told by the shouting dock hands to proceed to the South Docks before anchoring.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="MarauderX, post: 1948010, member: 9990"] [SIZE=4][B][U]Session 25: A Fount of Surprises[/U][/B][/SIZE] The group relaxed more as the day went on, and the fire was rekindled to serve a warm meal before the sun made its arc into the afternoon. Saylith, the Red Knight stood from his perch near the fountain and drew his sword. The others noticed and were on their way into positions around the fountain as it bubbled over. Suddenly a tentacle curled up from the water to lap over the side. A second tentacle came over the side and the suckers gripped the rough stone. Buri launched himself at one of the tentacles, nearly chopping the limb from whatever body lay in the fountain. Jerrin whipped a ball of flame at the second, and the member sizzled with the impact. Before the others could close, the thing rose to break the surface of the water with its revolting head. It had the features of one of the elves, but somehow the side of its head was bulbous and hung over the side of its eye. It pulled itself out of the fountain with two more tentacles and began a slow sprint away from the fountain as it cried out for mercy from the gods. Thovaas spurred his mount to trample the hideous creature and he pulled alongside to slash a deep gouge across its back. Blue blood sprayed from where his sword had cut deep into it, and an elven voice cried out to end the suffering. Buri strode forward, flipping his sword to stab downward, and ended the things misery. The half-elven half-monstrosity quivered for several moments before the others relaxed their guard enough to sheath their weapons. The bodies of the slain were piled under the open sky and lit on fire. Thovaas said a prayer and recorded everything that had transpired including descriptions of the vile creatures. Grimnyr listened as the others told of their encounters at Sukyskin, Chautauqua, and Kargam. Jerrin ventured into the wild and procured food for them all from the small game and fruit-bearing plants. Settling in for the night, a double watch was established. During the first watch Jerrin answered Grimnyr’s many questions about Elarith. Engrossed, they almost didn’t notice water again rising ever so slightly. They woke the others and moved into position as the fountain slowly overflowed. A female figure swam to the surface and floated there, eyes glowing, and Grimnyr and the others looked closely to notice that it was indeed Aldyth, but her features had changed dramatically. Thovaas strode forth and offered his hand to assist her from the fountain as she spoke prophetically in elven. Jerrin asked her several questions and each time he received a visionary response. The elven boy was told that although she looked like his mother Aldyth, she was different. He nodded and bravely met his mother as she was guided to the fire where they met once more. Jerrin recorded many of her prophetic statements and translated them for the others. • A new line will come to the elves where an old once was… a foundation of their own upon which was built the traditions of their ancestors. • Each soul is the result of a union between pure good and pure evil, in the form of Sin. Each soul is charged to liberate itself from evil influence. The gods do not treat the created as children, without free will. Instead, they are held responsible for their choices and, through a cycle of lifetimes, reap the rewards or punishments for its actions. • Danger… and a new hope approach Elarith in the form of a prince denied his birthright and shall have the full measure of his blood tested. The deepest dark he is and the untainted light. From the blackest of realms he will ascend to the purest of white. • The Winnower has renewed his vigor to halt the evolution that must come… must come for all, and he shall either follow or be destroyed in its wake. • Tampering with the lizard king shall bring death to the seekers. • Sparks of the Divine Light were scattered and trapped in creation, awaiting redemption. Until all the fallen sparks of divinity are restored to their source, the world remains in a broken state. This is the very purpose of our existence and each of us has a role in its fulfillment. • Calling upon those untainted may save us all… if they survive. • Imperfection is inescapable since it is woven into the very fabric of creation. Each of us is given some broken piece we will have to work with in our lives and it is our job to illuminate these “dark” places within our being so that our seeming “defects” or imperfections ultimately become the cracks or openings through which our inner light can shine forth into this world. • A vileness exists… to change the face of all who grace the surface of the world. • As soon as something is created, its dissolution is already at hand. The shattering is an inevitable outcome of creating an embodied universe, much as error is an inevitable part of living. It seems Avasara intentionally created a flawed universe in order to give every creature a role in its restoration, and so that perfection might be reached through imperfection and wholeness through brokenness. • Through prayer and action, a person can liberate and raise these sparks and repair our unity. That process is known as Repair--repair of the light, repair of the world, repair of the universe, repair of the multiverse. • The goal of the created is to seek perfect dominance over evil’s influence on their essence: liberation from gluttonous desires, arrogance, and selfishness. Upon attaining perfect dominance over evil influences, a process generally regarded as the work of numerous lifetimes, creation is Liberated and gains permanent access to the Realm of Infinite Light. The rest of the night passed without incident as each group kept vigilant watch on the fountain. In the morning a hot repast was prepared, and Aldyth seemed to have moments of lucidity the more her son and Jerrin talked to her. Jerrin spent the day within earshot, gathering food for everyone as their supplies for a one day trip vanished at breakfast. The old monk was content to feast the same way, as he had been doing such for a long time. In the evening watches were set up again. As Thovaas adjusted his armor he heard the fountain begin to spill over once again. Hurriedly the group assembled around the fountain and waited until it exploded outward, soaking all near the fountain. Within it stood a large figure of an elf, much stronger and pulsing with energy. The elf looked as though it had its skin peeled from its body as its red muscles and veins were exposed as it stood at the fountain’s edge. Quickly the crowd of defenders moved in as it spouted vile predictions before it began chanting a spell. It took blow after blow before the spell ended, bringing forth a spiny dog looking demon, whose piercing howl made the vile elf bellow his vile insights that much louder. It brought forth more magic and a swirling hammer appeared before it before the hammer exploded, injuring and slowing the paladins and the red knight. It giggled gleefully at the destruction it had wrought before Grimnyr, unaffected from the blast, stepped up to slash at the vile elf. Thovaas splashed into the fountain to attack the elf again as Saylith fought off the howling beast. Jerrin brought forth a beautiful white horse with a horn atop its head, and it promptly attacked the bloody looking elf to block its exit. Jerrin brought forth a spell to enchant his claws before morphing into a black bear and moving in beside the unicorn. The blood elf swung to the side at struck Jerrin with a poisonous blow, and only a little of the poison seeped through the thick fur to damage his stamina. The other knights worked in conjunction with Grimnyr to fell the spiny howling beast. Saylith plucked one of the spines from his thigh, wounding himself ripping it free. Thovaas chased the blood elf in the fountain, swinging his sword at him from behind as Grimnyr swung an enchanted axe that dug deeply into its flesh. Eventually it fell from the many blows after having closed several of the wounds with its magic. Jerrin assumed his Halfling form and the unicorn bowed its horn to touch his shoulder where he had been poisoned. The unicorn healed the others as well as it could, especially Thorgils after he had removed several spines that bled profusely. Jerrin healed several times, and the paladins cured themselves of the last of their wounds. Thovaas began recording some of the blood elf’s diatribe into his journal: • Jealous of all creation, evil, through personal exaltation (worship) will bring power so near that of all being that dominance can be asserted. • Bowing to the Creators is the only assurance of becoming a survivor of the world to come. Join all of the others that have fallen before you in your own hell! • A new line will come to the elves where an old once was, to ascend where he shall bring a new order to pass. • The hidden will be revealed to all, and reclaim that which was his at the lamentation of an entire people, his people, whom had cast him aside to be raised by their ancient ancestors in the old ways. • Purity by fire shall befit all those from the slave races, while the defiled shall be drowned in their own blood to purge their impure half. • The traitors of the world shall be the last to perish after eons of torment and an infinite number of memories of their own betrayal. • Gozer the Traveler will come in one of the pre-chosen forms. During the rectification of the Vuldrini, the traveler came as a large and moving Torg! Then, during the third reconciliation of the last of the McKetrick supplicants, they chose a new form for him: that of a giant Slor! Many Shuvs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Slor that day, I can tell you! Jerrin was explaining part of what the blood elf had been saying about elder races to Grimnyr just as he noticed a figure swimming upward from the dark depths. Alerting the others he stood back as the figure broke the surface. It was a werewolf. The beast began to tread the water toward the edge but was met by Thovaas, who swing his sword with both hands. The blow crashed into the water and struck heavily into the beasts shoulder. The others moved in as it lashed back at Thovaas, striking him twice with its claws. Grimnyr brought his powerful axe down on the beast and watched as it barked viciously at them. Jerrin transformed into a panther and leapt into the pool to strike, landing several swiping blows with his paws. Buri and the others charged in to surround the werewolf. Grimnyr chopped into the water again and the body of beast came floating to the surface, where Thovaas stabbed the thing one last time just as it reverted back to its original form – Varekai. Pulling his blade back, Thovaas and the others pulled Varekai’s body from the pool of water. The old monk walked to the edge of the fountain and, after stirring the water with his staff, said that the water had reached equilibrium once again. Jerrin told the others that he would be willing to bring Varekai back from death and into another form once he had the proper materials. They agreed that he should. The red knight Saylith decided that he would guide Aldyth and her son to Elarith and took four of the horses with him. The others would head back to Wilheim to meet Alex, Quentin and the others to take the Lorleena’s Cutter back to Kargam. Jerrin decided to fly to Elarith then back to Wilheim to meet the others there. At Elarith, Jerrin met his family and friends and quickly told them of his travels. Though abbreviated they seemed much impressed, and asked much about what he saw and heard. Hearing that he would be leaving with a few hours, headed to the immense city of Kargam, his family and friends wished him to return for the fall celebrations. Turning into an eagle in front of them, they gasped and pointed in amazement as he soared away through the tall trees. Alex and Quentin had eaten heartily and were enjoying another brew when they saw an eagle glide above the town to land on the Lorleena’s Cutter. Quentin pulled his feet from their perch on the table as Tempest began barking a hello to Jerrin. Grimnyr eventually led the paladins through the woods as they seemed to be taking a longer time than necessary. They arrived in Wilheim as Alex, Quentin and Jerrin relaxed at the tavern with the crew. Grimnyr relieved the minstrel who had told his last tale about a woman named Jill he once knew. After his performance the crew was glad that the barbarian poet would be joining them on the travel down the river to Kargam. Jerrin joined his Halfling breathen at the half-sized tavern where they welcomed him as family and were glad to hear about any news from the city. A few wily Halflings attempted to persuade Jerrin to take a package with him to Kargam to be delivered to the Halfling Ambassador’s home there. Politely refusing, Jerrin welcomed every free drink as they kept coming. The next morning Galadin had the crew bustling about the ship as fifty or so passengers boarded. Jerrin brought forth a magic to resurrect Varekai in another form, if his soul still wished to have a vessel. The form molded into that of a half-orc, and a surprised Varekai sat up. He strode across the deck, tentatively at first, then confidently as he became comfortable with his new form. Varekai hovered over Thovaas as the half-orc first asked for pants, which Alex promptly brought, then blamed Thovaas for his murder. Thovaas explained the situation with the others before a fight broke out, and it was clear Varekai would not be joining them on the trip to Kargam but instead joining the old man at the Fountain of Anaphia. He took the bag of gold from the passengers’ fees, minus some for his resurrection expenses, and left the ship. With everything in place they sailed downstream toward Kargam at Galadin’s command. The party debated the elder races, the books at Chautauqua, the tapestries, and other matters at length. It was concluded that Grimnyr would attempt to use the needle Alex had found to connect it to the tapestries that Thovaas had carried on his mount for so long. Grimnyr took his time to think about any type of tapestries, magic or not, and since nothing came to mind, he decided to take his best guess with the needle on the tapestry. As soon as Grimnyr touched the needle to the tapestry map at where Kargam now resides, it flew from his hand and began spinning furiously. It carved out Kargam at first, outlining it with pulsing golden thread, before thickly lining the Vulir River upstream to the Oton Peaks before encircling one of the mountains there and stopping. The needle popped from the tapestry back into Grimnyr’s hand, and the group marveled as the thread pulsed, from Kargam to the place in the Oton Peaks. Over the rest of the trip the group discussed the tapestries even more. Thovaas shot several of his autographed arrows into the woods as Jerrin retreated below decks to finish constructed a few wands. The Lorleena’s Cutter picked up plenty of wine and other supplies to keep the crew happy on their voyage home, and each night they spent in a town on the way back. The ship hosted visitors from each of the towns as Alex charged a silver piece for as much watered-down wine as they could drink. It went very well, and as they approached Jennum the crew was sad to have the days of partying almost over. Through the swamp lands on the last leg to Kargam, Grimnyr heard something hit the hull of the ship. Alex had heard it too and called for everyone to gather on the deck to see what they could find. Quentin spotted a heavy chain on land, thicker than a man’s leg, as it rose from the water to the shore. Pointing, the party quickly understood that the slack of the chain was being taken up and soon the ship would come to a shuddering halt. The crew scurried around the ship securing anything that might move upon the sudden stop. The party examined the shore and Alex heard a high-pitched alarm above the din of activity on the ship. Jerrin relaxed and chanted, and soon the water beneath the ship swelled upward, carrying the Lorleena’s Cutter with it. The water rose to propel the ship over the thick chain and downstream away from anyone on shore. As they moved away angry shouts from between swamp trees could be heard and a lone figure was seen waving a fist in their direction. In a few more hours they were safe as they glided into Kargam. They were told by the shouting dock hands to proceed to the South Docks before anchoring. [/QUOTE]
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