I forget, how much of Nic's backstory do your characters know? They're aware he was William Miller, right?Session 239, Part Three
The Hidden Jungle
Copperhat, Weary Enid, Jenny Greenteeth, all dead. Lavanya gone; Kasvarina returned. It was all too much to take in.
Uriel explored the ritual site and found that Enid had been using a broken silver fragment of Reida itself, etched with runes he recognised, fey runes that pointed to the Voice of Rot. Together he and Leon worked to dispel, or undo, whatever magical effect had trapped them here. It was a desperate, slightly reckless effort, as they could not be sure of the outcome, and they had to wrestle with magic of the highest order.
All of a sudden, they found the miasma was gone. They floated in regular space, with Enid’s dead (no longer undead) whale drifting beneath them. In the distance they could see both the Coaltongue and the Pleasure. The reassuringly familiar beam of Ascetia swept over them.
Using teleportation and flight, they made their way back to the Coaltongue. The lacedons were gone. A dozen more men were dead, as were many fey. Worst of all, Admiral Smith had been killed in defence of the command deck. He had been laid out, respectfully, along with the dead crew. Words were said, but no funeral took place out here in the nothingness.
Grimly, solemnly, they returned to their journey, sailing silently on towards Ascetia.
Kasvarina spoke quietly to Leon. “I wonder how much time I have? I know that they will find my body soon. Perhaps this is why?” She gestured to her recent transformation.
Quratulain approached Kasvarina and said, “You know, I’ve decided you’re a pretty decent person after all.”
“Thank you,” said Kasvarina.
Gupta resumed her place at the prow, watching as Ascetia approached.
The flashing beacon strobed twice a minute, visible from hundreds of miles away. As they drew closer, the lighthouse Calily had told them about appeared, rising up from the edge of a tangled jungle which extended all the way to the precipice of the floating world. Using her spyglass, Gupta could see that the lighthouse was unostentatious but solid, constructed of hand-carved limestone bricks thrusting a hundred feet above the jungle canopy. A small barn and a few satellite buildings surrounded it in a fifty foot clearing, and a walkway of logs led from the lighthouse door to the very edge of the world.
The top of the tower had a roof covering the mechanism of the beacon, whatever that was. The windows were open, without glass.
As the Coaltongue drew near (with the Aural Pleasure close behind, beat silenced at the unit’s request) a figure emerged from the lighthouse and walked calmly down the walkway to a bench, where it sat down and waited, as if inviting them to dock. When they drew close enough, he gave a friendly wave. From this distance they could see his salt-and-pepper hair, cigarette, and the faint, ghostly glow about him.
It was William Miller!
End of Session