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Defenders of Daybreak, The Early Years.

Academy of Flamecraft: Annotations to Part 2

In the wake of the revelation that Mirata was loose in Cadrienne’s body, the Defenders realized the need for speed, but were at a loss as to how to proceed.

Mirata had read Arcade’s spellbooks, but those spells were paltry compared to those she had within her own spellbooks, hidden in her chambers. Her assets were the Mirror Room, a knowledge of the ancient Academy, and a hostage. In order to ensure her security she needed time to sleep, and time to study her high-level spells.

She had taken several books plundered from the Academy by the Defenders, including the Horrus Arkadanian. This holy and mystical tome was encased in a magically-locked, fireproof case, and the Defenders had not even had time to open it.

Holding the pack full of books, a few healing potions, and several scrolls, the archmage stepped into the Mirror Room. She had decided that Cadrienne’s body was not entirely suitable for her needs, and she needed an alternate. She directed the Mirror to the Academy’s back entrance. There she located the body of the comatose, blond female mountaineer, left in the cavern when the Defenders departed. She grabbed the woman, hauled her into the Room, gave her some water, and placed the Soul Trapping gem upon the helpless body. She then cast off the dimensional ties that bound the Mirror to the mighty brass door.

After delivering the message at the temple of Morphat, and spying briefly on the activities of the Defenders, she focused the Mirror on the fireproof back room of her own chambers. She instructed the Mirror to obey her alone, placed the deadly fanged tapestry over the entrance, cast a warning Magic Mouth, and moved her books and magic items into the Prismatic Sphere. She placed several cursed items that she possessed on her own body in anticipation of a hasty departure. Then she lay down to sleep upon her floating, four-poster bed, confident that the Sphere and its guardian would keep her safe.

Kestellan, a former acolyte at the Academy, had recognized Mirata and fled the previous night without informing the Defenders. He understood that she might choose to punish him for fleeing many years ago during the attack of the dragon, and had decided to hide until he could apologize without getting incinerated. He lurked within the Academy’s corridors.

In the meantime, the Defenders realized that they had two initial priorities: inform the authorities, and get help. Arcade and his Staff teleported to Kindric, planning to inform the High Mage of Gaunt of Mirata’s plans. Nolin and Velendo went to Cadrienne’s temple to speak with her High Priest.

Alix chose this moment to cut his deal with Kadraskus, while the party was otherwise occupied. At least two things he requested: a long-acting spell protecting him from magical possession, and a new Rod of Cancellation. Both were provided, although Alix was informed, after receiving the Rod, that it had been taken from a lich’s hoard, and that the lich might well come looking for it later. None of these activities were revealed to the rest of the Defenders.

On his return however, he was summoned immediately by the Guildmaster of the Thieves’ Guild. Alix had upset things in a serious way, although the details are not known. As punishment, Alix was assigned the care of one of the Guild’s least apt pupils, and the son of a minor lord to boot. Dylrath Birdhouse, the Guildmaster instructed, was to remain hale and healthy, or far more severe punishments would befall Alix Loial.

Arcade returned with a few scrolls and the best wishes of the Court. The High Mage was understandably upset, but appreciated the warning. There was little more that he could do for the Defenders, as there was no time to prepare properly. The temple sent healing potions, and the promise that they would heal, Resurrect, or otherwise assist Cadrienne if the group managed to retrieve her.

The Defenders were sure that Mirata would choose to rest in the Prismatic Sphere. It was the logical hiding place. Unfortunately they did not (knowingly) possess the means to bring it down, and knew only that to even look upon the Sphere brought blindness. With the desperate hope that a way in could be found, they decided on the direct approach.

Arcade and the Staff transported them to the bottom of the huge volcanic chasm, near the shaft leading to Mirata’s chambers. They bound their eyes to avoid looking at the sphere. Alix scouted ahead by deploying his grappling crossbow and swinging past the Sphere into the chamber. He secured the angled rope, and the rest of the party Spider Climbed, flew, and slid down without incident.

The advance was a bit more rushed than the party would have preferred. As Alix entered the chamber, a gigantic iron golem animated in the corner of the room. In a booming voice, it warned the Defenders to flee or face their deaths. Though severely hindered, the group managed to assemble and begin the attack upon the golem, sneaking peeks around their blindfolds. Another voice was added to the cacophony of battle. The Ruby of Cascara, an ancient, intelligent gem, had been placed within the chest of the golem for safekeeping. It plainly wished to be rescued, and bombarded the party with mental sendings.

Several party members were badly wounded, and many near misses occurred as the golem hurled its assailants toward the Prismatic Sphere. Its iron shell shook off spells and missiles alike. Tao hacked away with abandon at the golem’s left knee, although she was smacked away several times.

Arcade planned a coordinated attack with Tomtom and Tao through their Mindlink. Tao redoubled her efforts, severed the leg, and leaped away. Arcade then cast Grease in front of the golem as Tomtom hit it from behind with his Blast Scepter. The golem slid forward and fell to its knees… directly into the Sphere. The shimmering shells cleaved the construct in twain, and it stopped moving. Sadly, the Ruby of Cascara was destroyed in its transit through the Sphere.

But had some portion of the golem fallen through? If so, Mirata would be warned and ready.
 

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Above are the annotations to Academy Part 2. I'm going to post the "Arcade muses" style version of Part 3 tomorrow, then Sialia and I are going to be off-line for a week as we attend to family biz. More when we come back.

PS. Sialia has written most of the rest of the "buried up to the neck in sand" story, and will post it when we return to the boards. Happy reading!
 

I really appreciate the longer versions of the story... I was very confused when reading the musings... When I read the full length pieces, I was continually saying, "Ooohhh!" as what was said in the musings was elaborated on...

The musings are cool, but the longer explanations are informative... Your old style incorporated the two well... Having both styles separate is great... Though if I had to choose, I would have to vote for the more informative write-ups...

Thank you for posting these!...
 

Academy of Flamecraft, Part 3. Arcade.


There was no device, no rune, no lever. The Sphere apparently was designed never to fall.

Yet, somehow, we have acquired… another Rod of Cancellation. A bargain has been made.

Alix.

The Fireball rips through us. She is angry. Her sleep has been disturbed.
A strike, the Rod flares, crumbles to black dust. The Sphere drops. In the sudden darkness she is there, standing in the wreck of her bed. The torso, arms, head of the golem lie in its midst.

Cadrienne’s dark, tight braid now flows freely over her shoulders. The red robes glow. Her words are flaming knives. She knows us well. Our families will pay. But first, our friend.

She draws a dagger across her own throat. Her eyes go dim. She falls. Cadrienne is dead.

No.

She gasps. The timing was imperfect. Mirata fled the body too soon. Velendo and Glimmer leap forward.

*******

“Now what in the Nine Hells are we going to do?!”

How is Cadrienne?

“She’ll recover. Which is more than I can say for some other poor souls unless we get going, already!”

Search the room. Quickly. Dylrath, what do you have there?

“Gee! Check it out. I think her bed usedta’ float. There’s a long support bit that you can practically stand on. Look at that! It works! Wheee!”

“Terrific. Be careful with that thing, apprentice! You almost took my leg off. (I’m gonna KILL that Guildmaster.)”

“Hey, guys! There’s a back room here. And someone hung the old fanged tapestry on the wall.”

Please remove it carefully, Nolin.

“the mirror room is behind the tapestry. it’s closed.”

“Oh, that’s just great, Tomtom! Now all we gotta do is figure out how to make a major artifact work without blowing ourselves up. Hey, Mirror! Get our butts outa here!”

“Guys? Maybe this’ll work.”

Where did you get that key, Dylrath?

“It was stuck in a secret compartment in that cubby over there. Maybe if I stick it in the mirror and turn….”

(Chorus) “Nooooooo!”

******

It was too late. The Mirror bound itself to the lifeforce of Dylrath Birdhouse. An artifact without parallel, in a child’s hands.

He commands. The mirror clears. Snow. Night. She is ahead of us, wearing new skin. The comatose girl, the blond mountain climber in the dragon’s lair. She is marching with dread purpose towards a small house. I do not recognize it.

Nolin gasps. His daughter, Tasha.

******

“Remember, this is an innocent’s body we’re facing. Be careful.”

“We can Resurrect her later. That is if she doesn’t get burnt all crispy by accident-like. I’ll be real careful, Glimmer. I’m gonna carefully stick a dagger right up her….”

“Alix, that’s enough! Boy, have I got a headache. Here. Calphas’s blessings be upon you. And you, and you. Let’s go already.”

Now, everyone.

******

Nolin howls. We charge. She spins, grinning. There are flames, and pain.

Tao’s bola flies forward. A perfect strike.

Heh. How unusual. Tao’s bolas have always seemed to prefer Cadrienne over all other targets.

Mirata struggles. Begin the binding, in the wizard fashion: mouth, hands, feet. Suddenly, the body sags. She is gone. Searchlights of faerie light flash from my eyes.

The gem. She’s in the gem.

Weapons slam down. It will not break. Behind our backs, Alix kills the girl.

Doesn’t anyone carry a mace? Keep pounding.

Alix begins to taunt her. He mocks her, heaps abuse on the Headmistress of the Academy of Flamecraft. Out of the gem, a spectral claw seems to reach for him and… is deflected? More bargains, Alix?

The reprieve is sufficient. With a shriek, the gem shatters. A screaming pillar of flame rises to the stars, melting snow sizzles. It writhes towards the body, then recoils. It moves towards us, menacing. A hole opens in the gound. The pillar is sucked down.

Scorched earth.

Smoke.
 

Wow. Yet again, totally awesome. I just can't get over how well the 'Arcade' style fits the Defenders. Sure, the summaries are nice in an anectodal way but this is like being at the table with you guys.

See you in a week, I guess.

Yours,
Altin
 


Bandeeto said:
Academy of Flamecraft, Part 3. Arcade.


There was no device, no rune, no lever. The Sphere apparently was designed never to fall....

<snippy>

....Scorched earth.

Smoke.

<clap> <clap> <clap>

Bravo Bandetto. You've done it again.
 

Apologies and Excuses. Empty promises.

Fatigue.

Finale to "Sand" postponed a few more days.

No strength to tell the tale.

details to come.

sleep come first.
 

Academy of Flamecraft: Annotations to Part 3

The Defenders panicked, sure that Mirata was now awake and warned of their presence, and desperately searched the room for anything that would bring down the Prismatic Sphere. A few minutes later the truth began to sink in. No way existed. The Sphere was permanent, and they now had no way to dispel it.

Or did they?

Alix, looking somewhat sheepish, produced his new Rod of Cancellation. He still refrained from mentioning the lich to the rest of the group.

As the party was preparing, a Fireball blasted out of the Sphere, badly wounding several. There was no time to lose. Alix struck out with the rod, and the Sphere vanished.

There stood Mirata du Chemith, Founder of the Second Academy, still in Cadrienne’s body, glowing red with fury. Several parts of the iron golem had survived the transit through the Sphere, and had smashed her resting place into a ruin. The magnificent four-poster bed, crafted from magical Floating Elm, lay in pieces. Magic books were scattered across the floor.

The Defenders’ eyes began to adjust to the darkness, and it became plain that Mirata had taken some liberties with her shell. She wore red robes, bracers, and loose-fitting boots, and she had completely brushed out Cadrienne’s hair. No longer was it in its matronly, iron-hard bun. Her face twisted into a sneering smile. She informed the Defenders that they would suffer for their impertinence. She had learned much about them by eavesdropping on Cadrienne’s thoughts. First, one by one, their families would meet horrific ends, followed by their friends, and lastly their miserable selves. The first to taste her wrath would be Cadrienne herself. She raised a razor-sharp dagger to her own throat, and slashed it.

The Defenders rushed forward, sure that Cadrienne was dead. Luckily, Mirata seemed to have mis-timed her action, fleeing the body as she delivered the death-stroke, and Cadrienne had taken control just in time to prevent the blow from being fatal. Velendo and Glimmer poured healing spells into her.

The next priority was to discover where Mirata had gone. The Defenders had no way to scry for her, and their loved ones were in serious jeopardy. A detailed search of the chambers began. Arcade located the Horrus Arcadanian and one of Mirata’s portable spellbooks. Dylrath rummaged in the wreckage of the floating bed, and discovered that one of the supports remained intact. He christened it the “Outgrabe”. In no time he was surfing all over the room, crashing into things and having a grand time, to the chagrin of Alix and the rest of the party.

Mirata, unbeknownst to the party, had entered the body of the blond mountain climber, waiting in the far corner of the back room. She stood, unrolled a Teleportation Scroll, and vanished.

The Defenders eventually located the fire-proof back room. Tomtom sensed that the entrance to the Mirror Room lay behind the fanged tapestry. After removing the horrid rug, the party was able to enter the Mirror Room, but then found that they were unable to command it.

Dylrath, meanwhile, had slammed into a wall upside down, giving him a close look at the top surface of one of the many cubbyholes. There he saw a shining key, which he pried loose. Nonchalantly, he wandered up to the Mirror and inserted the key. It sank deep into the shining surface, instantly bonding Dylrath’s soul to the Mirror and giving control of it to him alone.

Of course, a fourteen-year-old rogue had nowhere near the ability to control the Mirror that the archmage had possessed. But the Mirror still knew Mirata well, and Dylrath was easily able to scry her location.

There she was, wearing her new skin, and marching with dread purpose through the moonlit snow towards a small cottage. With a shock, Nolin realized he was seeing the home of his daughter, Tasha. Glimmer reminded the party that, although the pretty young woman had been comatose, she was still an innocent, and to try to avoid killing her. Velendo dispensed some urgent healing, and the Defenders charged through the Mirror.

Mirata heard the Defenders’ approach, and unleashed another Fireball. She began to unroll a scroll, and it seemed that she might manage to escape yet again. In the nick of time, Tao hurled her bolas in a perfect arc. They wrapped around the archmage, securing her arms and knocking her to the ground. She struggled to free herself, but the Defenders rapidly arrived, and began to bind her tightly. Suddenly, her body sagged, and it was instantly clear that Mirata had fled. But to where?

Arcade called upon his gift from Faerie, and the Sight blazed from his eyes, searchlights sweeping over the party, searching for a soul out of place. His gaze lit upon a gem hanging on a chain around the young woman’s neck. In a glance, the flaming signature of Mirata could clearly be seen within the gem. Arcade leapt forward and began pounding on the gem with his dagger hilt, yelling for the others to assist. No one was wielding a blunt weapon, and several party members began rifling through their packs, searching for something that might be used to break the magical gem.

While the party was thus occupied, Alix quietly slid a dagger across the throat of the comatose girl. He then began taunting Mirata, heaping scorn on her parentage, her Academy, her spellcasting style, her reliance on fire (to which he was currently resistant), and anything else he could think of. Arcade and others continued to pound away, and small cracks began to appear. Tao finally located a mace, and raised it high above the gem.

Enough time had elapsed for Mirata to make one final attempt at possession. Naturally, she chose Alix.

Her spectral form leapt towards him, then recoiled. The charm of Kadraskus had proved to be effective, and then Tao’s mace descended, shattering the gem into a thousand splinters. Mirata’s soul now manifested fully as a pillar of fire. She made for the unconscious girl, but was unable to inhabit her corpse. The pillar then moved towards the Defenders, crackling with hate. A blazing hole opened in the ground, summoning Mirata to the underworld, and with a howl she was sucked down to her death.

The hole closed, and Mirata du Chemith was gone.
 

Y'know, that sounds like it was a tense session to play, but it reads like a DoD Comedy Hour. Look at Surfin' Dilly and his Pure Dumb Luck. Watch the DoD try to find blunt object for smashy-smashy purposes. Listen in as Alix Taunts Mirata a Second Time.

Maybe it's just me or maybe it's just that I shouldn't post when I'm this tired.
 

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