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<blockquote data-quote="gideonpepys" data-source="post: 7229277" data-attributes="member: 79141"><p><strong>Session 22 (145) - BoFF: Deception at Parity Lake</strong></p><p></p><p>It was decided to strike against the witches that very night, but first to rescue skyseer Rachel Lang from the angry mob that had driven her onto Parity Lake. On the way the tall deva introduced himself to Mayor Stanfield. He said he was very interested in learning more about reincarnation. Stanfield said he would be only too glad to help, and promised to find him if he died tonight. The deva was reassured and finally introduced himself as Malthus.</p><p></p><p>At the lake, a mob of sixty or so people was clustered by a short dock, daring one another to board a boat and go in pursuit of Lang and her acolytes, who had fled in a boat themselves and now floated a few hundred feet off shore, just out of range of the two archers who were trying to hit their vessel with flaming arrows.</p><p></p><p>The mob was led by Husky Pete, Beadle of the North Shore, who was busy whipping the crowd up into a frenzy, his unkempt beard spittle-flecked, his eyes wild: “Drown the witch,” and “Skyseer? More like lie-seer!” Harkover confirmed that a magical glamor had been worked upon these people. The king ordered them to stand down and led his retinue towards the boat.</p><p></p><p>At once, Husky Pete reverted to his true form – the beautiful, red-haired Sister Deliria. “Weak-minded and weak-limbed,” she screamed. “Drown them, my pets!” At once, three trolls lunged up from the deep water around the dock, and a fourth emerged from a deep, reed-choked pool. One grabbed Harkover Lee and dragged him into the water just as Sister Deliria cursed the mage to forget all of his fire spells! Another two trolls lashed out at Tomas and the king.</p><p></p><p>Mounted on her stag, Weodam, Dame Melissa dodged a javelin thrown by the fourth troll, and used a fey entanglement spell to restrain the crowd, unsure whether the charm placed on them would cause them to join in the attack. Sister Deliria was caught in the entanglement too, but did not seem too concerned. When she was attacked, cries of pain were heard from the entangled crowd. It would appear that she too had somehow bound these people in a ritual of forced faith. She brought Weodam down with a wicked spell that caused the beast to thrash and moan in pain.</p><p></p><p>The ensuing battle was hard fought. (Although, oddly, the fourth troll began to fight against other, unseen adversaries, and was brought down without the king or his retinue lifting a finger. <strong>This was my nod to the fact that this is actualy a memory event. When the party witnesses it later in adventure eight, they'll be attacked by that fourth troll.</strong>) But all present proved their worth: the King caused the land itself to restrain the crowd and struck great blows with his claymore; Tomas was a nimble combatant, able to take punishment on behalf of others, and strike with his radiant fists from some distance away; Amielle Latimer bore strange, new-fangled firearms which did a great deal of damage when they hit, but seemed oddly prone to malfunction in this backward land of curses and gremlins; Mayor Stanfield was able to summon the remnants of his past lives to fight beside and heal his comrades; even the strange deva was able to provide uncanny insights that helped his allies strike true.</p><p></p><p>As the tide began to turn their way, Sister Deliria transformed herself into a raven, but the entangling briars clutched the raven fast too. When at last her trolls were defeated, Deliria remained defiant – even as Dame Melissa threw a magical, golden net over her. They dispersed the crowd and sailed the boat halfway to meet the returning Rachel Lang. As they went they cursorily interrogated Deliria. “Let me guess, you’re not going to tell us anything are you?” When she confirmed that this was the case, they tossed her over the side to drown inside the net.</p><p></p><p>Rachel Lang cast what little healing magic she had on the retinue, before sharing her vision:</p><p></p><p>“Blood coats the peak of the mountain, pouring out of a cauldron scorched black with fire. Body after body is dragged into that pot, and the victims scream and die and lend their blood to the cascade, while their terrified souls seep into the stone of the mountain. Then blood falls from the moon, raining across the entire city, and the eyes of a countess watch from every pool of moonlight. It is not safe to attack tonight! When the moon is near setting, and the glow of dawn waits to appear, the cauldron is unguarded, the coven exhausted and sleeping after their night of revelry. And a figure steps willingly into the boil and the bubble. By that selfless sacrifice, the fire turns to ice, the cascade stops, the blood fades away. And then the sun rises, the witches turn to stone, and the mountain is purified.”</p><p></p><p>Malthus shook his head and insisted that this was contrary to his very clear vision that a great disaster would befall Flint if the witches weren’t stopped tonight. The king considered the matter carefully (ignoring a few more unhelpful comments from Dame Melissa), and decided to press on immediately. (At least once Harkover and Stanfield had been freed from the curses Deliria had laid upon them.) Rachel Lang offered to protect them with blood magic of her own: a drop or two from each of them into a gourd of milk which she and her acolytes would pray over to ward away the evil of the mountain. She also mentioned another vision in which she saw prisoners kept at the ‘hunch’ halfway up. She had assumed these poor souls were lost, but now perhaps there might be a chance of rescue…</p><p></p><p>King Lorcan and his retinue set off towards the hill, and began their ascent in full darkness. It was very hard going. They sensed the presence of spirits around them, but they kept their distance thanks to the skyseer’s ward. Harkover Lee used his magic to prevent the witches from scrying them. They managed to avoid detection, until they reached the hunch.</p><p></p><p>Here they found the tiny, flighty witch, Sister Pernicity singing songs atop a pile of charred corpses that lay in the centre of a pentacle. A row of ‘beacons’ lined the clifftops nearby and Sister Pernicity complained that some of them had gone out. Dark fey danced around her and obeyed her command to drag more prisoners out of the nearby cages and lash them to new bonfires.</p><p></p><p>The king and his retinue prepared to intervene. …</p><p></p><p><strong>End of Session</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="gideonpepys, post: 7229277, member: 79141"] [b]Session 22 (145) - BoFF: Deception at Parity Lake[/b] It was decided to strike against the witches that very night, but first to rescue skyseer Rachel Lang from the angry mob that had driven her onto Parity Lake. On the way the tall deva introduced himself to Mayor Stanfield. He said he was very interested in learning more about reincarnation. Stanfield said he would be only too glad to help, and promised to find him if he died tonight. The deva was reassured and finally introduced himself as Malthus. At the lake, a mob of sixty or so people was clustered by a short dock, daring one another to board a boat and go in pursuit of Lang and her acolytes, who had fled in a boat themselves and now floated a few hundred feet off shore, just out of range of the two archers who were trying to hit their vessel with flaming arrows. The mob was led by Husky Pete, Beadle of the North Shore, who was busy whipping the crowd up into a frenzy, his unkempt beard spittle-flecked, his eyes wild: “Drown the witch,” and “Skyseer? More like lie-seer!” Harkover confirmed that a magical glamor had been worked upon these people. The king ordered them to stand down and led his retinue towards the boat. At once, Husky Pete reverted to his true form – the beautiful, red-haired Sister Deliria. “Weak-minded and weak-limbed,” she screamed. “Drown them, my pets!” At once, three trolls lunged up from the deep water around the dock, and a fourth emerged from a deep, reed-choked pool. One grabbed Harkover Lee and dragged him into the water just as Sister Deliria cursed the mage to forget all of his fire spells! Another two trolls lashed out at Tomas and the king. Mounted on her stag, Weodam, Dame Melissa dodged a javelin thrown by the fourth troll, and used a fey entanglement spell to restrain the crowd, unsure whether the charm placed on them would cause them to join in the attack. Sister Deliria was caught in the entanglement too, but did not seem too concerned. When she was attacked, cries of pain were heard from the entangled crowd. It would appear that she too had somehow bound these people in a ritual of forced faith. She brought Weodam down with a wicked spell that caused the beast to thrash and moan in pain. The ensuing battle was hard fought. (Although, oddly, the fourth troll began to fight against other, unseen adversaries, and was brought down without the king or his retinue lifting a finger. [B]This was my nod to the fact that this is actualy a memory event. When the party witnesses it later in adventure eight, they'll be attacked by that fourth troll.[/B]) But all present proved their worth: the King caused the land itself to restrain the crowd and struck great blows with his claymore; Tomas was a nimble combatant, able to take punishment on behalf of others, and strike with his radiant fists from some distance away; Amielle Latimer bore strange, new-fangled firearms which did a great deal of damage when they hit, but seemed oddly prone to malfunction in this backward land of curses and gremlins; Mayor Stanfield was able to summon the remnants of his past lives to fight beside and heal his comrades; even the strange deva was able to provide uncanny insights that helped his allies strike true. As the tide began to turn their way, Sister Deliria transformed herself into a raven, but the entangling briars clutched the raven fast too. When at last her trolls were defeated, Deliria remained defiant – even as Dame Melissa threw a magical, golden net over her. They dispersed the crowd and sailed the boat halfway to meet the returning Rachel Lang. As they went they cursorily interrogated Deliria. “Let me guess, you’re not going to tell us anything are you?” When she confirmed that this was the case, they tossed her over the side to drown inside the net. Rachel Lang cast what little healing magic she had on the retinue, before sharing her vision: “Blood coats the peak of the mountain, pouring out of a cauldron scorched black with fire. Body after body is dragged into that pot, and the victims scream and die and lend their blood to the cascade, while their terrified souls seep into the stone of the mountain. Then blood falls from the moon, raining across the entire city, and the eyes of a countess watch from every pool of moonlight. It is not safe to attack tonight! When the moon is near setting, and the glow of dawn waits to appear, the cauldron is unguarded, the coven exhausted and sleeping after their night of revelry. And a figure steps willingly into the boil and the bubble. By that selfless sacrifice, the fire turns to ice, the cascade stops, the blood fades away. And then the sun rises, the witches turn to stone, and the mountain is purified.” Malthus shook his head and insisted that this was contrary to his very clear vision that a great disaster would befall Flint if the witches weren’t stopped tonight. The king considered the matter carefully (ignoring a few more unhelpful comments from Dame Melissa), and decided to press on immediately. (At least once Harkover and Stanfield had been freed from the curses Deliria had laid upon them.) Rachel Lang offered to protect them with blood magic of her own: a drop or two from each of them into a gourd of milk which she and her acolytes would pray over to ward away the evil of the mountain. She also mentioned another vision in which she saw prisoners kept at the ‘hunch’ halfway up. She had assumed these poor souls were lost, but now perhaps there might be a chance of rescue… King Lorcan and his retinue set off towards the hill, and began their ascent in full darkness. It was very hard going. They sensed the presence of spirits around them, but they kept their distance thanks to the skyseer’s ward. Harkover Lee used his magic to prevent the witches from scrying them. They managed to avoid detection, until they reached the hunch. Here they found the tiny, flighty witch, Sister Pernicity singing songs atop a pile of charred corpses that lay in the centre of a pentacle. A row of ‘beacons’ lined the clifftops nearby and Sister Pernicity complained that some of them had gone out. Dark fey danced around her and obeyed her command to drag more prisoners out of the nearby cages and lash them to new bonfires. The king and his retinue prepared to intervene. … [B]End of Session[/B] [/QUOTE]
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