Heroes, Inc., Day 2: Goldenight

[DM_Matt]

Fin strips off his gloves and passes them across. "Conserve your own energy," he suggests. "The way things are going, you never know when another surprise might crop up..."

"Start with that sword," he adds.

OOC: Among other things, the gloves provide Object Reading at will. /OOC

The object reading gets no results. The field he used to protect himself form divination apparently prevented psychic impresssions from imprinting on the items.

"You were feyed, I fear," Fin informs her. "It's been a bad night all 'round, but the bugs and dragon were part of it. What do you remember?"

Lt. Kiran responds: If only they'd believed me...This is soooo embarassing...Well, it went like this. The admiral was hosting a party at a festhall near headquarters, and, as is appropriate for Goldennight, there was quite a bit of drinking going on. Not wanting to look like a lightweight in front of my fellow officers, I tried to keep up with the various much larger folk there, until it got to the point that I felt it wise to start dancing on the table to show them just how coordinated I still was. Yeah, don't say it, I know, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

So anyway, next thing I know I'm lying on a couch until someone bothers to take me home, and my mind wanders to the events of the day, and looking at tihngs from a, uh, different perspective I noticed something. Al-Hulath was known as a scientist, not as a rular. He had no known significant political or even financial ventures, except his pursuit of new forms of undead and a better undearstanding of how they work. Thus, it seems odd that he would be behind sometinhg like this. Then I remembered that shortly after the last that was heard of him, a city was destroyed by a "pus dragon" that spread a plague of evil bugs that exploded form people. Then I thought, bugs? Pus dragon? What if Al-Hulath WAS that pus dragon. Maybe it was a lab accident, or sabotage.

Anyway then I realized that Goran and his allies seemed to fit the description of the plague carriers, and were in a shipo with an espacially long hull...perhaps the kind that could support a dragon. So then I manage to get up and start telling everyone I can find that there were poeple who were going to explode into evil plague bugs contorlled by an ancient pus dragon necromancer from Mulhorand, but no one believed me! Well, the giggling and the stumbling and that kind of stuff didnt help, but still! Anyway, some guy, I think he was a diplomat of some sort, finally believes me and says he'd take me to you guys' place, but I don't remember anything after that.

OOC: Did the plan to contact Lord Oberon again to inform him of the fey's demise yield any interesting result? /OOC

The mesenger you summon returns: "Oberon sends his thanks. He hopes that you will one day visit him in his realm as our honored guests. He also says that you should keep the blade, and that in his gratitude, he will reveal where to find its sister blades: Sarkon, a little-known island in the Sakara Island Chain in the Inner Sea near Mulhorand." (Kiran had previously stated that Al-Hulath was from one of those islands, and one of Aiden's ships is ready for you to leave to look into that.)

 

[DM_Matt]

Earlier: Dyria and Timrin DO wake up long before Kiran. It also loks like Aleena stayed by Timrin's bed the whole night, as he had offered to do for her. He is in a lot better shape than she was at this tme yesterday. Looks like that sword is pretty powerful. She says: "Feelng better? Here, drink some water."

 

[kirinke]

Lt. Kiran responds: If only they'd believed me...This is soooo embarassing...Well, it went like this. The admiral was hosting a party at a festhall near headquarters, and, as is appropriate for Goldennight, there was quite a bit of drinking going on. Not wanting to look like a lightweight in front of my fellow officers, I tried to keep up with the various much larger folk there, until it got to the point that I felt it wise to start dancing on the table to show them just how coordinated I still was. Yeah, don't say it, I know, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

So anyway, next thing I know I'm lying on a couch until someone bothers to take me home, and my mind wanders to the events of the day, and looking at tihngs from a, uh, different perspective I noticed something. Al-Hulath was known as a scientist, not as a ruler. He had no known significant political or even financial ventures, except his pursuit of new forms of undead and a better undearstanding of how they work. Thus, it seems odd that he would be behind something like this. Then I remembered that shortly after the last that was heard of him, a city was destroyed by a "pus dragon" that spread a plague of evil bugs that exploded form people. Then I thought, bugs? Pus dragon? What if Al-Hulath WAS that pus dragon. Maybe it was a lab accident, or sabotage.

Anyway then I realized that Goran and his allies seemed to fit the description of the plague carriers, and were in a shipo with an espacially long hull...perhaps the kind that could support a dragon. So then I manage to get up and start telling everyone I can find that there were poeple who were going to explode into evil plague bugs contorlled by an ancient pus dragon necromancer from Mulhorand, but no one believed me! Well, the giggling and the stumbling and that kind of stuff didnt help, but still! Anyway, some guy, I think he was a diplomat of some sort, finally believes me and says he'd take me to you guys' place, but I don't remember anything after that.

Alethia looks down at the rather embaressed Lt. "Don't let it bother you. Next time, remember that you are smaller than those big soliders and drink appropriately." she grins. "Otherwise, you may wake up with one, which is also appropriate for GoldenNight,"

She looks more sober. "Your theory is interesting. But unless Al-Hulath was a dragon before his err unfortunant accident, I don't see how he could be that creature. Unless he was also indulging in random polymorphing too." she shook her head. "It is far more likely that that creature was a slave or experiment of Al-Hulath, one that went dreadfully wrong."

Or dreadfully right. The voice whispered.

The mesenger you summon returns: "Oberon sends his thanks. He hopes that you will one day visit him in his realm as our honored guests. He also says that you should keep the blade, and that in his gratitude, he will reveal where to find its sister blades: Sarkon, a little-known island in the Sakara Island Chain in the Inner Sea near Mulhorand." (Kiran had previously stated that Al-Hulath was from one of those islands, and one of Aiden's ships is ready for you to leave to look into that.)

Alethia bows to the satyr. "Forgive me for asking. But does Lord Oberon have any idea who is truly behind these attacks? I know that the Unseelie court is most probably a factor in this, but I believe that they are merely pawns. There are far too many cults and entities involved for this not to be masterminded. And those cults have a history of not being able to hold something like this going as long as it has."

 

[DM_Matt]

Alethia looks down at the rather embaressed Lt. "Don't let it bother you. Next time, remember that you are smaller than those big soliders and drink appropriately." she grins. "Otherwise, you may wake up with one, which is also appropriate for GoldenNight,"

She looks more sober. "Your theory is interesting. But unless Al-Hulath was a dragon before his err unfortunant accident, I don't see how he could be that creature. Unless he was also indulging in random polymorphing too." she shook her head. "It is far more likely that that creature was a slave or experiment of Al-Hulath, one that went dreadfully wrong."

Or dreadfully right. The voice whispered.



Alethia bows to the satyr. "Forgive me for asking. But does Lord Oberon have any idea who is truly behind these attacks? I know that the Unseelie court is most probably a factor in this, but I believe that they are merely pawns. There are far too many cults and entities involved for this not to be masterminded. And those cults have a history of not being able to hold something like this going as long as it has."

"I suspect that Lord Oberon has pointed you towards Sarkon Island for a reason. Long ago, Zura used to associate with a number of other powerful demons. The weapons on Sarkon were all forged to defeat that group. Perhaps then there is more information there as to Zura's historical associates and plans."

 

[kirinke]

Alethia looked sober. "If we could have the names of those demons, we would be most appreciative. I have a feeling we will go to this island, if nothing else than to find the other sword. My thanks to both you and your lord my friend," she told the satyr politely.

 

[DM_Matt]

Alethia looked sober. "If we could have the names of those demons, we would be most appreciative. I have a feeling we will go to this island, if nothing else than to find the other sword. My thanks to both you and your lord my friend," she told the satyr politely.

Unfortunately I know little about Zura's former associates, but it is likely that much information can be found on Sarkon.

 

[kirinke]

ooc:
Does Alethia's passenger have any information that might be of use?

IC
Alethia sighed. "As I thought, well, it doesn't hurt to ask though. Thank you again my friend, We will keep Lord Oberon informed though, in case the Unseelie court has a deeper part to play in this. I hate head-games," she mutters to herself.

 

[DM_Matt]

ooc:
Does Alethia's passenger have any information that might be of use?

No, he's never heard of her.

 

[kirinke]

Alethia rakes back her hair and looks at Fin wearily. "This just keeps on getting better. Now we have to find some swords in which to vanquish a demon lord we know next to nothing about and we have to go on the high seas. And everytime I go sailing, something happens I don't like!" she grumbles, a little less than half-joking.

 

[frostrune]

Earlier: Dyria and Timrin DO wake up long before Kiran. It also loks like Aleena stayed by Timrin's bed the whole night, as he had offered to do for her. He is in a lot better shape than she was at this tme yesterday. Looks like that sword is pretty powerful. She says: "Feelng better? Here, drink some water."

Timrin looks up appreciatively, smiles and nods.

He sits up and takes a long drink before speaking (to Aleena), "My Lady I am humbled and grateful for your minstrations. Surely our staff would have sufficed. You are only newly recovered yourself, and certainly could have used the rest."

"How long have I been out?"