You made the fate of the party depend on Luna's ability to concentrate.
Sweet furry gods of good, Shil, you're cruel.
Kinder just to close out the campaign and start a new one in a post-apocalyptic Eberron.
So the whole party is now 50 lbs heavier and allergic to gold?
LOL! Genius!
And they're going to do WHAT???
This is why I love this bunch. They're just as insane as the aberrations!
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“What … exactly are you planning?” asks Jaela, looking both curious and concerned.
“If we could drop a large enough piece of Thronehold into the bay,” Nameless rasps, fingers moving over the map to illustrate his point, “It would create a significant wave. If we both strengthen and channel it via the spells that we,” he glances at Luna and Korm, “Especially you, have at our command, we can ensure that it strikes here,” he indicates the land off the eastern side of Flamekeep, “With sufficient force to flood the area.”
“And here,” Cedric joins in, leaning forward to indicate the large bridge which links Flamekeep to this area, “Is the bridge that the aberrations will aim to cross to reach the city. And our defensive forces, especially with your aid, could hold them here,” he adds, indicating an area of battlements extending around the bridge and the Orien rail station near it. He grimaces. “For a time.”
“I like it!” Gareth says. “It’s a strong defensive position, which we can channel the enemy into. But we’re badly outnumbered, right?” At Cedric’s nod, he turns to the other Angels. “Can you time it well enough that the wave will hit them at the right time?”
Nameless shrugs. “We cannot be completely precise, of course, but we should be able to time it to within a few minutes. Considering the size of the aberration army, they will be a large and slow enough target. And once we hit them…”
“Then it’s time for the
real fun to occur,” chuckles Korm grimly. He turns to look at Luna, expecting a similarly bloodthirsty attitude, only to be met by an unusually worried expression.
“That’s all well and good,” grumbles the Gatekeeper, “But what about the damn snake? I already told you about what it can do. I don’t think a flood’s going to stop it.”
“True. That is one reason I wished to use a wave primarily created by natural forces, so it would be unaffected by its null-magic field.” Nameless frowns thoughtfully. “But we shall also have to see what more we can learn of it in the interim.”
“I told you the bloody thing’s immune to divinations,” growls Luna, jerking a thumb at Jaela. “She already tried.”
“I see,” Nameless replies placidly, before smiling thinly. “But I might have a few options that others don’t have.”
Six, listening silently thus far, then turns to Cedric and Jaela. “What do you think? Is this plan a possibility? And do we have time to gather any other allies?”
Jaela hesitates, clearly still somewhat perplexed by the idiosyncratic nature of the Angels’ scheme, but Cedric replies. “It’s insane! Which is why it’s the only thing I’ve heard this far that has a chance of working. As for allies, we could use everyone that we can get, but the rest of Khorvaire is a little too busy with their own problems to care about Flamekeep.”
“We shall have to try to remedy that,” Six replies. “But we need to move fast.”
“Yes,” says Cedric. “Now, I have a couple of suggestions to add. For example, what my cavalry and I will be doing, both before and after the wave hits. See, here…”
* * *
After a fair amount of discussion, the gathering breaks up to do different things. Cedric heads back to his cavalry contingent, to continue harassing the aberration army. Essirise and Karaglen, partly to aid Cedric’s efforts and in part to gain more information about the enemy forces, leave with him as well. Trillia, at Nameless’ suggestion,
teleports back to Sharn to await the Angels’ return to the city.
Once the others have gone, Jaela proceeds to cast a
commune. Though she cannot gain information about Mual-Tar itself, there are other issues about which the Angels seek information. One by one, the Keeper of the Flame asks the questions which the spell allows and pronounces the answer aloud, so that the Angels can suggest new questions:
Q: Do the recently revived soul bound have special properties?
A: Probably
Q: Will Korm, Gareth, Six and Nameless be immune from the magic canceling effect of Mual-Tar?
A: No
Q: Does Cyäegha have information about the Chaos Serpent?
A: Likely
Q: Would Cyäegha share information about the Chaos Serpent?
A: Unknown
Q: Can Cyäegha tell us how to kill the Chaos Serpent?
A: It cannot be slain, only banished
Q: Will it be able to come back in fifty years if banished?
A: Depends on the method used
Q: Do the Guardian Angels themselves possess the power to banish it?
A: Not without aid
Q: Do we need the aid of the dragons?
A: That would be one option
Q: Do we need the aid of the Gatekeepers?
A: No
Q: Do we need the aid of the hags?
A: No
Q: Do we need the aid of the Silver Flame?
A: That would be one option
Q: Would casting
banishment on those whose souls are bound to the snake affect it?
A: No
Q: Will enough physical damage banish it?
A: Yes
Q: Is the most dangerous entity in the army besides the snake a mind-flayer?
A: Yes
Q: Is that mind flayer an arcane caster?
A: Yes
Q: Is that mind flayer a more powerful caster than Nameless?
A: No
Q: Is the mind flayer generally found more than 500 ft from the snake?
A: Usually
Q: Does the mind flayer have a distinctive indication of which one it is?
A: Yes
Jaela’s gaze refocuses on those around her as the spell ends, and a look of surprise crosses her face, followed by a more somber expression. Gravely, she say, “The Silver Flame just spoke to me even though I completed the spell, which it rarely does. It blessed me and said that it is not certain about the future. But … these are likely my … last days as the Keeper.”
There is an awkward silence for a few moments, until Gareth says, “I hope that is not the case, Keeper. I swear that I – we – shall do the utmost to ensure that is not the case.” Jaela bows her head in appreciation as the other Angels also murmur their agreement, but her expression does not become any the more cheerful.
“Thank you for the information you gained for us, Jaela,” Nameless says. “Now I shall contact Cyäegha. Its knowledge is endless and if anything knows useful information about the worm, it does.”
A short while later, Nameless completes his spell, transporting his consciousness into Xoriat. Bolstered by a
miracle from Jaela, he almost instantly makes contact with Cyäegha. As during his more recent uses of the spell, he finds himself seemingly present in the very cavern that is occupied by the All-Seeing Eye. Cyäegha instantly notes his presence and makes mental contact, causing Nameless the beginnings of a headache but also allowing him to ask his questions of it.
Nameless begins with the query, “What is the best way to harm the worm?” The response is instant.
“Incredibly powerful weapons made of what you call byeshk.”*
He then asks, “Is there some way to negate the effect of the magic-affecting aura?” The response this time has a tinge of what the alienist considers as akin to humor for the Great Old One –
“Be far away.”
Nameless’ next question is “Once we have banished the worm, how do we prevent it from returning for the maximum period?” Cyäegha responds,
“Use powerful binding energy, preferably what you call divine.” Then, with a surge of amusement, it adds,
“And block off Xoriat.”
The alienist then asks, though fairly certain what the answer is, “What does the snake want with Flamekeep?” The answer confirms his supposition.
“Your little Flame.”
Attempting to learn more specifics, Nameless then queries, “Why does the snake want the Silver Flame?” The response this time is heavily tinged with disdain.
“The souls that make up the Flame have bound many things from what, for you, is time immemorial. Mual-Tar seeks to unbind the seals that bind the daelkyr and tie itself to your world forever.”
The next question is “What are the effects of our connection to the snake?” This time, there is actually a pause, followed by a swift increase in the pounding in his head, and Nameless gets the definite impression that Cyäegha just studied him intently.
“Not that much right now, but it will increase with time. As its power increases, so will yours.” Another pause.
“Probably increase. You,” and there is again a sense of amusement,
“Are unusual. Tasty.”
Switching to a different subject, Nameless asks, “How can we best use the powers of the Mournland to seal off Xoriat?” The reply this time has a touch of impatience.
“The souls that linger there must be passed through a powerfully charged enough receptacle linked to the seals.”
Realizing that he might be overstaying his welcome, the alienist quickly shifts to the next issue. “What is the best way to persuade the dragons to help us seal off Xoriat?” The response is heavily impatient, almost snappish in its mental tone.
“I do not know what little lizards think. Make Xoriat attack their land.”
Before Nameless can think of another question, the link is instantly severed, and he finds himself back in Jaela’s sanctum, now with a thoroughly pounding head.
The alienist quickly explains what he asked and the answers he obtained. After he explains, Six says, “That helps somewhat, but some of it’s as cryptic as usual. What do we do next?”
“We have a number of things to do,” Nameless replies. “Go to Sharn and get supplies and some allies. I’d also like to go to Droaam and talk to the hags about aid. If nothing else, it’s the best source for byeshk in Khorvaire. We need to visit Thronehold soon too and…”
“…tell them we need to borrow some of the place?” chuckles Korm.
“Precisely,” says the alienist, not cracking a smile.
“I would actually like to go to Stormhome,” says Six.
“Huh?” Gareth looks at him curiously. “Why?”
“Because the description of the army and the snake makes me think we need air support. I’d like to talk to House Lyrandar about getting some airships.”
“Oooh!” Luna claps in excitement. “Airships! I wanna go too!
Korm chuckles, rolling his eyes, and says, “Why am I not surprised? Anyway, you’re going to need Nameless, Luna or me to get you there, Six, so you might as well take her.”
The warforged turns his expressionless metal face to Luna and says, “All right, but you cannot
flame strike anyone who disagrees with you. Or doesn’t give us a fleet of airships instantly.”
Luna pouts, but nods simultaneously. “Sure. Whatever.”
Six turns and says, addressing nobody specific, his tones even less inflected than usual, “My sense of confidence is renewed.”
As Korm dissolves into helpless laughter, Gareth says, “I guess the rest of us are going to Sharn and Droaam?”
Nameless says, “I suggest we split up too. I recommend that Korm and you go to Droaam, while I go to Sharn.”
“You sure?” Gareth queries, frowning slightly, “I’d like to meet Lalia. Maybe Korm can handle Droaam on his own and I can come to Sharn with you?”
“We need someone diplomatic going to Droaam. Korm isn’t much good at that, just like Luna, which is why Six and she will go together.” Ignoring the Gatekeeper’s indignant complaint at the comment, Nameless continues, “And Sora Katra seems … fond of you. Splitting up will be most efficient. We can do personal visits later.”
“Easy for you,” Gareth grumbles, “Since you have no personal visits to make! But – fine, we’ll do what you say.” The paladin then turns to Jaela and asks, “Keeper, if I may request more of your aid before we leave, could I obtain a scroll or two of
sending? I need to contact my family. And,” he adds, looking momentarily concerned, “Lalia.”
I wonder what she’s going to say!
“And the hags,” Nameless adds. “I suggest you avoid arriving without warning. Remember the last – and only – time we did that?”
“I can cast the spells for you,” says Jaela. “I have been keeping a number of them prepared so I can communicate regularly with Cedric. I can do so right now.”
At Gareth’s request, Jaela first contacts his mother, delivering a message saying,
“This is Gareth. I have returned. Am in Flamekeep. Is everything fine with you? Am busy with the war but shall see you when possible.”
The reply, as relayed by Jaela, is,
“We thought you were dead! Grandmother and I both safe. Still in Karrlakton. Come when you can, but take care of yourself. Flame protect you!”
“That is very reassuring,” says Gareth, before turning to Nameless. “Do you think we will be able to visit Karrnath before the battle?”
“I doubt it,” the alienist rasps, adding dispassionately, “But if we win, hopefully we should have more time.”
Though I doubt that too.
Gareth nods, though not looking particularly pleased, before turning back to Jaela. The Keeper then casts another spell, this one contacting Lalia and repeating the message he sent his mother, albeit with the addition of an expression of love. The response is much shorter:
“Good that you’re alive. Sharn was attacked. Tasra is dead. Stop by when it’s convenient.”
“Yup,” Luna says definitively, nodding her head. “You’re gonna dieeeeee!”
Despite the circumstances, even Jaela laughs at that, while Gareth just sighs. Then Jaela casts the third and last spell, this once contacting Sora Teraza:
“The Angels have returned. Korm and Gareth wish to meet you to discuss aid against the aberrations. Can they come now? Or later?”
The blind hag responds,
“I know of their return. And of your predicament. They may come to us now. We shall be awaiting them.”
“Thank you,” Gareth says, inclining his head to the Keeper, before turning to the other Angels. “Shall we go?”
“Yes,” says Nameless. Looking at the Keeper, he adds, “We shall all return here tomorrow morning. Hopefully with some good news.”
Jaela nods and responds, “I do not know what will come, but this much is true, I am more hopeful now than I have been since your deaths. May the Flame watch over you all.”
With that, one by one, the Angels depart.
* In mechanical terms, that means epic byeshk weapons.