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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 5135268" data-attributes="member: 60965">Session 29, Part 10 <Thanks for the comment, Funeris.  Amazing that there's only two sessions left.  Seems like ten sessions worth of stuff happened in these last two games...> The sun was setting as they sat around a small fire, sheltered somewhat from the wind-blown ash, dust, and debris by the curved side of the Turtle.  The flicker and flash of the True Stones of Light and Lightning sitting before them cast strange shadows in the smoke and haze blown in from the forests burning on the hills.  They ate a small meal in silence, broken only by Meepo and Bail talking softly in draconic, the gust of wind on Turtle's shell, and the snap and crack of the fire. Kormak set down his plate, leaned back against the silversteel of the Turtle, and sighed contentedly.  He glanced at the others, seeing them lost in thought; Harold dark and brooding, Suniel distant, Bail contemplative, Meepo distracted. “So, now that our happy band is back together, anyone care to explain what the hell just happened?” he said. Bail nodded and looked at Suniel, Suniel looked at Harold, and Harold didn't look up from the fire. “Harold?” Suniel said. Harold looked up slowly, as if returning from someplace distant and grim.  “What?” “We were wondering if you might tell us what happened,” Kormak said.  “Unless that was you trying to avoid your story, Suniel...” Suniel smiled softly and shook his head, rubbing the scarred, blackened stump of his left wrist.  “No, I just might need more time to... process what I transpired in the Fae Wood, or wherever it was that the Fae took me.” Kormak nodded.  “Harold then.” Harold was staring back at the fire, seemingly oblivious to the others turning towards him.  Just as Kormak was about to clear his throat or smack the archer – he wasn't sure which impulse would win out – Harold began to speak, his sentences choppy. “I waited until the next pulse hit and the Pyramid rearranged itself.  Then I went down, made it before the next pulse.  It was waiting in there.  And two more of them.  The others smaller. “It said it had sent Velea through the portal.  Said if I did anything, it would send her deeper into its realm.  I said it didn't matter.  I killed them then, though it tried to use the power of the True Stone of Light on me.”  Harold nodded to said True Stone sitting at his feet.  “When they were all dead, I went to the portal to the thing's... realm.” “When Keeper was crushed, I took the Seeking Stones.  When I stepped part-way through that portal, the Stones... reacted, detonated, nearly pulled me apart.  I saw Velea on the other side, in a place where the ground ran sideways like wax, yellow trees reached towards orange orbs that hung in a haze of brown mist.  She saw or heard me call and turned.  I saw her fear and saw her take a step. “But time moved differently there, like she walked underwater.  On this side, I could feel the rift begin to come apart, the ground shake.  There was no time. “I grabbed the True Stone and fled.  The pyramid shaft was coming apart, more and more as I climbed.  At the end, it collapsed on me.  Had to fight, dig, claw my way out.” They were quiet again, waiting to see if Harold had more to say.  After several minutes, it was obvious he didn't. Bail, Meepo, and Kormak turned to Suniel.  The elf shivered and tugged his strange new cloak tighter despite the warmth of the fire-blown winds and the warmth of their camp fire.  A wracking cough passed through him, but when he looked up to speak, Kormak saw a strange light flicker in the elf's eyes, like a star emerging from the darkening skies above, then fading. “I passed into the Woods,” Suniel began.  “I stepped past some unmarked boundary, out of this world and into... elsewhere...”</blockquote>

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