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<blockquote data-quote="jydog1" data-source="post: 5370526" data-attributes="member: 48156"><p><strong>Session #14 - November 1, 2010 - She Never Calls, Never Writes</strong></p><p></p><p>notes: Missing Firendrin's player, this was a somewhat subdued session as we tied up loose ends with the mission. The question was how we'd manage to keep most of the insane amount of coinage we'd found . . . never underestimate creativity fueled by greed. Dinner was a crazy ravioli lasagne by Laura which was also DELICIOUS.</p><p></p><p>From the journal of Grezzalik M'Rethen:</p><p></p><p>It's a little scary when your party handles a creature like a hydra almost as a nuisance. When we first encountered it there was a pitched battle - forewarned and prepared, I almost felt bad for the thing as we clobbered it in savage fashion before Tofa, armed with Haldarga, charged in to finish it off. She, Londis and Pho swam out to begin working with the <em>Barnacle</em> on the salvage aspect of the mission - the rest of us stayed busy hauling stuff or, in my case, identifying the bloody hell out of the passel of magical crap we found. Magically speaking, I was on fire. Some nice stuff, too. A load of scrolls Firendrin was fairly drooling over for himself and that spooky not-owl, a necklace of fireballs with a pair of charges left, a nice lesser rod of extend spell, and a host of other small items. Oh, and the crown we were sent for, which was something I would have given my eyeteeth for, once I figured out what it did. Guh.</p><p></p><p>We ended up filling 10 chests with just coins, most of it copper. Trixie and Londis, thinking ahead to our return to Sandport, filled three of the chests with gold and then covered the top with a layer of coppers. I was too preoccupied with my upcoming assignation to care. Soon enough, it was time to go.</p><p></p><p>We headed up minus Londis, who wanted to bring the Captain with him later. At the cave the ladies were waiting, and seemed both happy and surprised to see us. I tossed them the crown. "Deal's a deal."</p><p></p><p>"Indeed, indeed," cackled the Crone. She pointed to Firendrin. "You, you bargained for knowledge. Come forward, little chickie, and get your reward."</p><p></p><p>Firendrin stepped up to the cauldron and peered in. I couldn't see any change, but he started to spasm after a bit and his eyes rolled up, showing only the whites. With a groan he fell over sideways and crashed to the floor, the rise and fall of his chest the only proof he was still alive.</p><p></p><p>"You, little one." The Crone smiled at Trixie. "You wished a way to escape those who follow you." She thrust her hands into the bubbling goop and, after rummaging around a bit, pulled out a human skull. After wiping away some . . . stuff, she urged Trixie forward and handing it to her. "When you are in trouble break this skull and call my name, and I will come to your aid. This is only good for a single use."</p><p></p><p>Trixie nodded, then creased her brow. "Fine, fine. "What's your name?"</p><p></p><p>"Ah, we didn't bargain for that knowledge, little one." She cackled and spat in the fire. "Perhaps you'd like to make another deal?"</p><p></p><p>Trixie shook her head. "We'll figure it out." I nodded, thinking of the sage in Sandport. We'd figure it out.</p><p></p><p>Pho stepped forward. "Thirteen sailors, was our deal."</p><p></p><p>Medea nodded, waved her hands. Animals of all sorts started trooping in from everywhere. They shouldn't have all fit in the cave, but they did. "Choose, then."</p><p></p><p>Pho produced some colorful sand and performed some sort of ritual. Without looking up he pointed to his number of prisoners, and with a bit of a sour expression the Ladies nodded. Tofa chose her three as well before I did the same, being told they'd revert to 'their repulsive natural forms' once they left the cavern.</p><p></p><p>And then it was my turn. Medea bade me forward, her half-lidded eyes filled with amusement. "Our deal then, Grezzalik. Come see what you have bargained a night with me for." </p><p></p><p>I edged up to the cauldron, the contents of which smelled like a combination of the underside of a latrine and the inside of a tannery mixed with week-old fish guts. The smoke above it twisted and twisted before taking shape as a window of some sort, allowing me to peak in at . . . my mother.</p><p></p><p>Shamara sat with a happy but glazed look on her face, draped in finery and looking more beautiful than I remembered. next to her sat a tall elf with white hair and a stern face. He seemed bored and restless, and I pegged him as a warrior, a creature of action. Around them was a scene of some sort of ball but something . . . wasn't right. Spriggans and satyrs danced and capered but the other elves in attendance looked gaunt and almost haggard. The hall was clearly ruled over by a striking elf that could be none other than a queen, and held an air of menace, dark and foreboding.</p><p></p><p>"That's Queen Roswyn," Medea whispered in my ear, and I gave a small gasp. I'd read about her, a creature of almost immeasurable power, the Ruler of the Fellnight Realm. It was a stretch of Shadow and the Faewild that overlapped one another, and how to get there was merely speculation.</p><p></p><p>"Your mother was here, Grezzalik. Her ship wrecked not too far away and she managed to make it to shore." Her breath was causing my body to go crazy even while her words chilled me to the bone. "She spent some time here as livestock before the elf came and freed her."</p><p></p><p>I blinked. "Freed her?"</p><p></p><p>"Well, bargained for her, just as you bargained for this knowledge. Not in the same manner, of course." Her lips brushed my neck and I shivered. "Have you not seen Loric Tinvilldien before, Grezzalik? Your father?"</p><p></p><p>I started but stayed quiet, examining the elf in the vision before me again. At once I could see in his face some of the features I carried. I'd always been so obsessed with finding my mother that I'd spent little time wondering about my father . . . the image wavered and faded from view. That was fine. </p><p></p><p>I'd remember.</p><p></p><p>"So, you'll need to find a gateway." She smiled. "Another bargain, perhaps?"</p><p></p><p>I shook my head. "Let's settle up."</p><p></p><p>She took my hand as the Crone dropped the crown into the cauldron and muttered, "The Crown of the Redeemed King. Two more to find, two more to go." What that meant I had no idea, but in the meantime Medea walked me into the back of the cave which was clearly not the back of the cave, bringing us to an opulent villa equipped with all matters of delight one could imagine. And for the first few hours, it was fun, erotic, and enjoyable. Medea was an eager and able hostess, and our antics in the ridiculously large bed were amazing. </p><p></p><p>Then the snakes came out, and <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /> got weird. I think they came out of her hair, but once they started biting things got blurry for me and the rest of the time I can't recall.</p><p></p><p>The sailors, returned to human form, hailed their rescuers as heroes. I wasn't part of that, as I awoke in the dark, empty cave wrapped in a snakeskin and covered with bites. My robes were tossed carelessly nearby, and I shrugged into them with a groan and headed out.</p><p></p><p>The trip down the mountain was uneventful, and I found the ship still salvaging nearby. I was met with curious stares and wide eyes - it had been 4 days. Oh well. At least I wasn't pregnant.</p><p></p><p>Pho and Londis had some sort of stand off over the Inquistor's plan to give the Captain to the Ladies - as he was still here I could surmise Pho won. Back in Sandport Trixie successfully conned Amieko's beancounters into letting us take the three chests with the goad for our shares. Not sure how I feel about that. Right now, I'm just glad to be back in a bed that doesn't move up and down with the tide.</p><p></p><p>Notes: no game this week, as the GMs away on business. I suppose I'm a little concerned about Grezz's memory loss via medea but what could possibly go wrong? heh heh hehe yipes yipes yipes</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="jydog1, post: 5370526, member: 48156"] [b]Session #14 - November 1, 2010 - She Never Calls, Never Writes[/b] notes: Missing Firendrin's player, this was a somewhat subdued session as we tied up loose ends with the mission. The question was how we'd manage to keep most of the insane amount of coinage we'd found . . . never underestimate creativity fueled by greed. Dinner was a crazy ravioli lasagne by Laura which was also DELICIOUS. From the journal of Grezzalik M'Rethen: It's a little scary when your party handles a creature like a hydra almost as a nuisance. When we first encountered it there was a pitched battle - forewarned and prepared, I almost felt bad for the thing as we clobbered it in savage fashion before Tofa, armed with Haldarga, charged in to finish it off. She, Londis and Pho swam out to begin working with the [I]Barnacle[/I] on the salvage aspect of the mission - the rest of us stayed busy hauling stuff or, in my case, identifying the bloody hell out of the passel of magical crap we found. Magically speaking, I was on fire. Some nice stuff, too. A load of scrolls Firendrin was fairly drooling over for himself and that spooky not-owl, a necklace of fireballs with a pair of charges left, a nice lesser rod of extend spell, and a host of other small items. Oh, and the crown we were sent for, which was something I would have given my eyeteeth for, once I figured out what it did. Guh. We ended up filling 10 chests with just coins, most of it copper. Trixie and Londis, thinking ahead to our return to Sandport, filled three of the chests with gold and then covered the top with a layer of coppers. I was too preoccupied with my upcoming assignation to care. Soon enough, it was time to go. We headed up minus Londis, who wanted to bring the Captain with him later. At the cave the ladies were waiting, and seemed both happy and surprised to see us. I tossed them the crown. "Deal's a deal." "Indeed, indeed," cackled the Crone. She pointed to Firendrin. "You, you bargained for knowledge. Come forward, little chickie, and get your reward." Firendrin stepped up to the cauldron and peered in. I couldn't see any change, but he started to spasm after a bit and his eyes rolled up, showing only the whites. With a groan he fell over sideways and crashed to the floor, the rise and fall of his chest the only proof he was still alive. "You, little one." The Crone smiled at Trixie. "You wished a way to escape those who follow you." She thrust her hands into the bubbling goop and, after rummaging around a bit, pulled out a human skull. After wiping away some . . . stuff, she urged Trixie forward and handing it to her. "When you are in trouble break this skull and call my name, and I will come to your aid. This is only good for a single use." Trixie nodded, then creased her brow. "Fine, fine. "What's your name?" "Ah, we didn't bargain for that knowledge, little one." She cackled and spat in the fire. "Perhaps you'd like to make another deal?" Trixie shook her head. "We'll figure it out." I nodded, thinking of the sage in Sandport. We'd figure it out. Pho stepped forward. "Thirteen sailors, was our deal." Medea nodded, waved her hands. Animals of all sorts started trooping in from everywhere. They shouldn't have all fit in the cave, but they did. "Choose, then." Pho produced some colorful sand and performed some sort of ritual. Without looking up he pointed to his number of prisoners, and with a bit of a sour expression the Ladies nodded. Tofa chose her three as well before I did the same, being told they'd revert to 'their repulsive natural forms' once they left the cavern. And then it was my turn. Medea bade me forward, her half-lidded eyes filled with amusement. "Our deal then, Grezzalik. Come see what you have bargained a night with me for." I edged up to the cauldron, the contents of which smelled like a combination of the underside of a latrine and the inside of a tannery mixed with week-old fish guts. The smoke above it twisted and twisted before taking shape as a window of some sort, allowing me to peak in at . . . my mother. Shamara sat with a happy but glazed look on her face, draped in finery and looking more beautiful than I remembered. next to her sat a tall elf with white hair and a stern face. He seemed bored and restless, and I pegged him as a warrior, a creature of action. Around them was a scene of some sort of ball but something . . . wasn't right. Spriggans and satyrs danced and capered but the other elves in attendance looked gaunt and almost haggard. The hall was clearly ruled over by a striking elf that could be none other than a queen, and held an air of menace, dark and foreboding. "That's Queen Roswyn," Medea whispered in my ear, and I gave a small gasp. I'd read about her, a creature of almost immeasurable power, the Ruler of the Fellnight Realm. It was a stretch of Shadow and the Faewild that overlapped one another, and how to get there was merely speculation. "Your mother was here, Grezzalik. Her ship wrecked not too far away and she managed to make it to shore." Her breath was causing my body to go crazy even while her words chilled me to the bone. "She spent some time here as livestock before the elf came and freed her." I blinked. "Freed her?" "Well, bargained for her, just as you bargained for this knowledge. Not in the same manner, of course." Her lips brushed my neck and I shivered. "Have you not seen Loric Tinvilldien before, Grezzalik? Your father?" I started but stayed quiet, examining the elf in the vision before me again. At once I could see in his face some of the features I carried. I'd always been so obsessed with finding my mother that I'd spent little time wondering about my father . . . the image wavered and faded from view. That was fine. I'd remember. "So, you'll need to find a gateway." She smiled. "Another bargain, perhaps?" I shook my head. "Let's settle up." She took my hand as the Crone dropped the crown into the cauldron and muttered, "The Crown of the Redeemed King. Two more to find, two more to go." What that meant I had no idea, but in the meantime Medea walked me into the back of the cave which was clearly not the back of the cave, bringing us to an opulent villa equipped with all matters of delight one could imagine. And for the first few hours, it was fun, erotic, and enjoyable. Medea was an eager and able hostess, and our antics in the ridiculously large bed were amazing. Then the snakes came out, and :):):):) got weird. I think they came out of her hair, but once they started biting things got blurry for me and the rest of the time I can't recall. The sailors, returned to human form, hailed their rescuers as heroes. I wasn't part of that, as I awoke in the dark, empty cave wrapped in a snakeskin and covered with bites. My robes were tossed carelessly nearby, and I shrugged into them with a groan and headed out. The trip down the mountain was uneventful, and I found the ship still salvaging nearby. I was met with curious stares and wide eyes - it had been 4 days. Oh well. At least I wasn't pregnant. Pho and Londis had some sort of stand off over the Inquistor's plan to give the Captain to the Ladies - as he was still here I could surmise Pho won. Back in Sandport Trixie successfully conned Amieko's beancounters into letting us take the three chests with the goad for our shares. Not sure how I feel about that. Right now, I'm just glad to be back in a bed that doesn't move up and down with the tide. Notes: no game this week, as the GMs away on business. I suppose I'm a little concerned about Grezz's memory loss via medea but what could possibly go wrong? heh heh hehe yipes yipes yipes [/QUOTE]
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