Session #32 – “Assault on the Old Apshai Temple” 1
Balem, the 26th of Syet - 566 H.E. (637 M.Y.)
The Scions of Thricia were up early the next day - up before Ra’s barge pulled the sun out from deep in the underworld where it spent its nights. The day before, Tavius left with the packhorse and pony, agreeing to come back for the party in four days time and then four days after that if they did not come in one day of his waiting. He was paid a generous sum of silver and promised more on their next meeting, whether they ended up needing him or not.
Markos cast
preserve food on what remained of Laarus’s corpse, his right hand and forearm, in order to return it to the Raymer Family Vaults, where the dead were entombed.
They ate sparsely and divided some of Laarus’s remaining things. Victoria was given a potion of
aid the priest had in his pack. Bleys, the potion of
cure light wounds.
As the sun finally came up, Victoria called the others to join her down near the dock, where they stood in a circle around what remained of their fallen companion.
“Brother Laarus,” she said. “I didn’t know you long, but saw in you a shining example of a priest of Ra. You were honest and held others to high standards. You were unbending in your faith and in your service to the King of the Gods. I am saddened by this loss, but for myself, not for you, as I know you are in His service, watching over us from Ra’s Glory as we seek justice in your name.”
The others were silent for a long while, but then Telémahkos spoke up. “Laarus was a good man who did honor to his House. We may have disagreed often, but he saved my life more than once. I shall miss his presence and will do what I can to honor his memory in my thoughts and deeds…”
“Yeah, he was unyielding in his beliefs,” Timotheus said with a much more casual tone than the others. “Sure… He’s with Ra now. But he was our shield-brother and our sword-brother, and for that we will finish in his name what we started with him.”
Bleys spoke next: “"The Glory of Ra shines ever more bright this day as He rides Matet with one of his most pious, Laarus of House Raymer. May Osiris judge him fairly. Our companion gave his life to the Charter of Schiereiland: a duty to his King, a service to the Margrave, and a most noble deed for his country. No greater sacrifice could be asked, no greater sacrifice could be made. As we go forth from this place, let us each bear the illumination of Laarus in our breast, such that we may hold to his example and deliver his light to the darkness in the old Apshai temple."
Only the croaks of frogs and the chatter of insects broke the silence before Markos finally spoke. In his shack, Katan banged against something and quickly shushed himself.
“I will be truthful,” Markos finally said, wearing his common smirk. “As that was Laarus’ best quality. He had good intentions… Unlike some… And he had flaws like all do. I may not have loved my cousin, but I respected him and had what I’d call… a growing affection for him. I will remember him. May Ra and all the gods look favorably upon him in the next stage of this existence…”
The Signers of the Charter of Schiereiland were about to end their memoriam for the fallen comrade when Markos raised his hands, gesturing for them to wait.
“Last night…” He hesitated. “Laarus’s gift of prophecy passed on to me, I had a vision last night…”
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“Or, now that he’s gone you can no longer fight the madness within you…” Telémahkos baited.
“Or, I am being manipulated somehow,” Markos speculated, smirking.
Victoria glared at them. “Enough with this banter, and you had better not making mock of this occasion. I hope you are not joking about this vision…” She clenched a fist.
“What would you do if I were?” Markos took over the baiting from Telémahkos, who stopped laughing when he saw Victoria’s face.
There was a long dreadful silence and then Markos spoke again. “But yes… I did really have a vision. In it I was accompanying Laarus to the land of the dead and he allowed me to see the rest of the vision he had the other day.
3 Remember? The one where there was a tiger-headed woman with Lavina’s voice giving him a box with an orange pearl in it? Well, I saw more and heard more… Turns out the tiger-headed woman with Lavinia’s voice wasn’t Lavinia at all, but Stanislaw Torn! And he/she asked me to trade the pearl I was being given for
the Sword of Sylaire… Some of you may remember the name ‘Sylaire’ from the notes we found in Dalvan’s tomb… Anyway, next thing I knew I turned and looked in the mirror, and I wasn’t me either. I was someone wearing mauve watch-mage’s robes, except I had the head of a bat…”
“Perhaps it was something you ate,” offered Bleys.
“No! It wasn’t something I ate, you condescending prick,” Markos spat. “It was an actual vision. I felt it. I saw it. I know it… Laarus communicated with me…”
Bleys nodded.
“Do you think that was your friend,
Maeve the Mauve… Whatever her name is?” Markos asked the watch-mage.
“It seems likely…” Bleys replied. “She knows Lavinia…”
“Does this vision change anything we plan to do now?” Timotheus asked, impatient.
“No,” said Bleys and he and Markos moved off to confer on what spells to prepare for the day. As they talked, Markos tried to offer a deal to trade some spells, but Bleys refused to make a decision on the matter yet. Meanwhile, Telémahkos pulled Timotheus aside and expressed his wish to return to Lilly City to find a sword-master when this was all over.
“I am all for it, cousin and I will go with you,” Timotheus said. “But you know the others will be against taking the time to do so…”
A little more than an hour later they headed off. Markos, Victoria, Telémahkos and Katan led the way in the old man’s boat, while Timotheus, Bleys and Tymon rode in the one Markos conjured. A mushroom creature had been shooed onto each boat in hopes of using them to warn of the approach of any more of the deadly mosquitoes.
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“Why aren’t you riding in your own boat?” Victoria asked.
“It could disappear!” Markos answered.
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As they made their way through the deep stretches of the swamp, cleaving through the murky green, Katan let out a painful croak of a song, interrupting it only to tell Markos and Victoria, who were rowing, which way to turn. Timotheus rowed the rear rowboat on his own. The heat grew as they pierced the center of the swamp. It was unseasonable at times with lots of tiny biting insects, but mostly the morning was calm and almost beautiful, drifting through curtains of thin green flowering vines that drooped into the water. Katan had warned the young nobles that there would be a point near the middle of their trip where they would have to carry the boats across an island or two to save time. The old man pointed towards a large green island. The water around it was a churning brown from multiple streams that emptied from this island and other nearby islands. Bleys looked back and noticed a log floating some yards behind the boats. The thing was he had noticed it before and while it had seemed closer, they should long left it behind. He carefully reached over for his longbow and strung it.
Timotheus frowned. “Just keep rowing,” Bleys said to him. “I thought I saw that giant crocodile.” But Bleys lost sight of it as the boats were brought aground on the steep muddy bank of the islands. The boats were heavy and awkward to move, as they struggled to get them up on their sides to drag up, Telémahkos heard deep croaking coming from the other side of the thin frond-like trees that obscured most of the island. The croaking sounded familiar, frog-like, but too much like a voice. He drew his rapier, as Tymon and Markos began to look around, having heard it as well.
“What’s with the sword?” Tim asked his cousin, oblivious due to most of the work to move the boats falling on him.
“Bullywugs…” Telémahkos replied.
“They could just be large frogs… like the mosquitoes or the crocodile…” Victoria suggested.
“Either way they are dangerous,” Telie responded. There was a brief discussion about what to do and Telémahkos felt it was better to seek them out and fight them now, rather than to risk being attacked while carrying the boats across the island. Victoria agreed, so as the boats were pulled further up the shore to make sure they did not float back out into the bog, Telémahkos crept ahead to scout.
In order to get a good view he climbed a low hanging tree that emerged askew from a sandy bank. Up ahead, a stream cut through a larger sandy bank gurgling as it slowed and widened to a rock filled pool before narrowing again and disappearing into the bog. Vine-covered trees dotted the area. Below he saw a group of frog-men with drab-olive skin mottled with brown. They wore no armor, but carried wooden shields decorated with woven fronds, and crude spears with notched wooden heads. He saw at least four, but guess that more were about. They were beating the brush as if looking for something. Telémahkos carefully climbed back down the tree and hurried back as quietly as he could to report what he had seen.
In the meantime, the others had brought the boats up onto the embankment, and had them on their sides.
“If they are looking for something or someone, perhaps we should take advantage of the element of surprise and attack them now,” Victoria suggested.
But it was too late… “Get the boats prow to prow!” Timotheus said as he saw the green frog-men hopping out of the trees in their direction, croaking angrily. He turned to see them hopping towards him, not noticing Telémahkos hiding behind a tree between the frogs and his cousin. Bleys the Aubergine put his foot down on the edge of one of the boats to keep it in place, allowing Timotheus to draw his saber and turn fully to face the coming foes. Tymon held the other boat up, doing his best to turn it as Tim had directed, while Victoria prepared her spear, stepping around the boats on the left. The mushroom people squealed and dove into some nearby brush.
Telémahkos stepped out from behind his tree as the bullywugs hopped past and thrust his rapier through the back of one’s neck, sending it to the swampy ground in a shower of green greasy blood.
6 The other bullywugs did not slow their approach towards Tim. The first two found their spears caught on the big warrior’s bulette shield, but the third, thinking it had gotten past Tim’s defense was shocked to see his spear crack in half against the brawny man’s breastplate.
7 Telémahkos moved around the other side of the three to flank the attackers with his cousin.
As the other set of wugs came around the far left side of the boat to attack Victoria and Bleys, one strayed near the bank and was suddenly gone, as the giant crocodile snapped out from within the brown murky water to trap the frog-man in its maw with one bite. After taking a missing shot an an approaching bullywug, Bleys let the boat fall and made to hop across it, but his foot got caught in one of the seats and he fell over in the middle of it.
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As Markos cast
magic missile weakening one of the bullywugs Timotheus and Telémahkos had penned in, Victoria called to her god. “Anhur! Laarus’ killer has shown its maw, give us the strength to win our revenge,” she prayed, casting
bull’s strength on herself.
As fear filled the bullywugs they began to grow sloppy, and one in trying to stab at Timotheus found its thrust guided by his saber into the side of its ally.
8 Timotheus took advantage of the confusion, and sliced one open. He then follow through to cut its neighbor in half.
9 An arrow flew out of seemingly nowhere, striking the leg of one of the frog-men from behind the melee. Telémahkos flicked his thin blade drawing green blood from one of the creatures as he dared a look back to see if he could spot its source, but he couldn’t.
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Quies! Markos cast, running fine sand between his fingers and sending a bullywug to sleep in front of the giant crocodile, dooming it to be munched on as well. Bleys stood, one foot on the boat’s gunwale and let an arrow fly right into the crocodile’s back, but its armor-like plates resisted the projectile, just as it resisted the thrust of Victoria’s spear and a bolt from Tymon’s heavy crossbow. The manservant had left old man Katan to hold up the boat, while he reloaded the thing on Telémahkos’s command. The sound of a flute came from among the trees where the mysterious arrow had come from, and as one of two remaining bullywugs turned to hop away from the chaos, it was caught by Telémahkos’s rapier in the eye instead. It collapsed, bleeding out.
The flute song had a strange disruptive rhythm that broke up its melody in an uncomfortable way, and it was echoed by the mushroom creatures, who poked their heads up to see where it was coming from. The crocodile surged, snapping at Victoria, but somehow its movements seemed to be mimicking the strange music, causing it to fall short of its prey.
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Rectus telum! Markos chanted and an arrow of pure acid flew from his hands to splatter on the crocodile’s neck and face. Even its roar seemed to echo the strange magical song effecting is movements. Bleys dropped his bow and drew his sword, cutting down at the thing as it passed him, aiming for the sizzling spot, his stony face demonstrating a certain satisfaction when his blade drew the reptile’s blood.
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Veneficus absentium aquom! Markos cast again, and two
magic missiles slammed into the great beast’s back.
“Somebody
enlarge me!” Timotheus called, but it seemed he did not really need the extra girth and strength, for he cut a huge gash in the monster as it reared up, and for a moment it struggled on its side, revealing its more tender underbelly for Victoria’s spear to penetrate.
Telémahkos fought the remaining bullywugs, turning to keep sight of the crocodile in the corner of his left eye, and finally saw the source of the arrow and the music. It was a skinny mud-covered man playing a small flute. The man stepped out from behind a tree to get a better view of the melee. The crocodile flipped back right side up and spun with a speed that belied its size, bludgeoning Timtheus painfully with its tail in the process and knocking the brawny warrior down. Victoria and Bleys flanked the thing, but most of their blows had trouble penetrating its scales.
Markos pulled a dagger and shoved it in the lower back of the remaining bullywugs It croaked in surprise and as it collapsed the mage looked up to Telémahkos who had been fighting it. “Now go get that thing!” He gestured to the croc with his chin.
But before Telémahkos could make his way to draw the melee, Tymon let go with another heavy crossbow bolt that found the bleeding burned creature’s eye, puncturing through to its brain, finally killing it. The young nobles could not suppress a cheer.
“Hail and well met!” The stranger with the flute called, making his way towards them. He had dirty blond curls plastered to his head by mud, and wore studded leather under a green tunic. Despite the dirt, he had an obvious rugged handsomeness set off by angelic shining brown eyes.
Timotheus greeted the newcomer enthusiastically, always willing to make a friend, while the others greeted, keeping a posture of wariness.
“I am Savion Gold of Collines d’Or,” the man said, holding out his hands as he approached.
“We are the Scions of…” Telémahkos began. “Yeah, yeah…” Timotheus interrupted his cousin. “The Signers of the Charter of Schiereiland…”
“We heard your music,” Victoria said, introducing herself. “At one point it seemed to ensorcell the crocodile… Thank you…”
After each of the nobles introduced themselves in turn, gesturing to Katan and Tymon, Savion explained that he was on trail of some gnolls who had kidnapped a child.
“I was on my way to Moraes Heng to see if I could find some aid,” he said. “My quarry seem to have crossed a deep bog by some kind of craft…”
“We should help him!” Timotheus turned to the others.
“If a child is in danger we should help him,” Markos agreed, but his scowl at Tim displayed an annoyance with Tim’s readiness to offer their aid to someone they did not know.
“He could be a MacHaven plant,” Bleys said.
“My thoughts exactly,” said Markos.
“Who?” Savion asked.
“No way!” Timotheus. “That would mean that MacHaven would have to know we were going to here at this time on this day and then have him wait around for us? For what…?”
Savion Gold looked back and forth among the young nobles, with an amused expression, wondering at how they spoke of him as if he weren’t’ there. He looked down at the hopping mushrooms and squinted, as if not quite believing what he saw, but he said nothing about them.
“Well, I’ll tell ya one thing, they ain’t no gnolls in these parts,” Katan spoke up. “He could be a Red Lantern assassin!”
Bleys the Aubergine cocked an eyebrow and looked to the stranger. “Tell us about these gnolls,” Markos asked, growing more suspicious.
“He is right. There are no gnolls in this bog. My companions and I tracked them all the way from Collines d’Or. They had taken a large number of human children from some villages there and we organized a posse to get them back. A few days ago we finally caught up with them nearly all of them and rescuing… most… of the children. Three escaped carrying a boy named ‘William,’ we call him ‘Wee Willie’. His brother was among those in the posse and he fell in the battle. The others decided to take the other children back to safety, but I chose to go on and try to save Willie…”
“Where is Collines d’Or?” Telémahkos asked.
“The southwestern shores of the Captured Sea…”
“That is a long way to bring children,” Telémahkos replied. “To what end?”
“We do not know for sure, but we figured they were slavers,” Savion replied, going on to ask what the Signers were doing in the Glitcheegumme.
“Could there be a connection between these insect cultists and the gnolls?” Markos speculated aloud. “Gnolls have animal heads, right?”
“Hyena,” said Timotheus. “Whatever those are.” Savion nodded.
“Is a connection really likely?” Victoria asked.
“Evil lizardfolk, insect worshipers, giant crocodiles, and now hyena heads?” Markos continued. “All of them are beasts, and so are frog-men…”
It was agreed to let Savion come with them as long as they were headed in the same direction and there was reason to think the gnolls may be connected to the cultists they were seeking out, and thus MacHaven.
“This beast slew one of our companions,” Victoria said a little later, looking down at the crocodile as Markos cut its belly open hoping to retrieve more of Laarus to bury or bring with him to the family vaults.
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“It seems you have avenged his death,” Savion replied,
“No, this is just a dumb beast,” Victoria said, anger brimming in her voice. “Vengeance shall come to those who’s evil plans caused us to come to this bog in the first place…”
…to be continued…
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Notes:
1 This session was played on Saturday, June 7th in Maplewood, NJ.
2 See InterSession #31.1
3 See Session #30.
4 See Session #31
5 There was a doubt that the boat would last long enough since Katan was so vague about how long it took to reach the island where they would have to carry the boats across a narrow island.
6 Telémahkos scored a deadly hit with a sneak attack on an attack of opportunity on the unaware bullywug.
7 The bullywug made a critical fumble:
Hard Awkward Blow, Roll weapon’s damage, double and add Strength bonus. Compare this to weapon’s hardness and hps to see if it breaks.
8 Bleys failed a balance check.
9 Timotheus used his cleave feat here.
10 Remember, all that was left of Laarus was his right forearm and hand.