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<blockquote data-quote="gideonpepys" data-source="post: 7806982" data-attributes="member: 79141"><p><strong>Session 236, Part Three</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>The Mirror of Opposition</strong></p><p></p><p>Their route caused them to approach Mavisha from the south-east, where the plane did not abut another, and gave on to the cold, cold emptiness of space. The waves and chop of the surface came to an abrupt end, and a sheer, smooth face of water descended as far as the eye could see.</p><p></p><p>As a man of the sea, Admiral Smith was fascinated and insisted on taking a closer look. The Coaltongue flew down, close to the whatever supernatural, invisible force-field kept the water suspended.</p><p></p><p>The seas were teeming with life: turtles, schools of fish, sharks, dire anamalocarises, and the like. A few despondent fish men, just intelligent enough to grasp their world’s doom, dangled listlessly at the edge of the sea, looking into the void. They showed signs of amazement as the Coaltongue flew by.</p><p></p><p>At length, they had had enough of sight-seeing and prepared to ascend to the surface of Mavisha and investigate the plane fully. Just before they did so, Uru felt a twinge – a pull or call from a nearby spirit. He told the others, and they went to see what the matter was:</p><p></p><p>A shipwreck, mostly submerged, rocking against the edge of the world. The vessel’s enchanted wooden hull had survived thousands of years of abuse, but still unmistakable to Xambria, who piped up for the first time in many days and announced this to be of Ancient design.</p><p></p><p>Using the stone disks and Uru’s rebreathers (for those who needed them), the unit went to explore. They found it was possible to pass through the supernatural barrier with intentional movement.</p><p></p><p>The hold of the boat was filled with golden weapons looted from legionnaires the orcs fought millennia ago, as well as a gold plate that acted as a star chart of planes in the multiverse (which Uru made sure to purloin). It seemed this vessel was once capable of sailing between seas of different worlds.</p><p></p><p>Amid the piles of treasure a corpse lay face-down, wrapped in tarred cloth that preserved its flesh. His hands had been chopped off, and the deck bore ancient stains from where he bled out. When they began poking around nearby, the mummy rose up, but did not attack. It revealed an orcish face whose tusks and brows were pierced with gold chains. For a moment his hollow eyes took in the party with a primordial menace, but then he fell to his knees and held up his stump arms in a plea.</p><p></p><p>Uriel was able to converse with him in the tongue of the Ancients. In life, the orc’s name was Athotoc. He confessed that he had betrayed his people, but not by his choice. He was enslaved by the legion and told them of the plan to find the soul of this plane. Fortunately his people survived the ambush, but they butchered Athotoc, thinking him to be a genuine traitor. As he bled to death, he shouted a warning, naming the world that one of the legion’s generals, Paelyrion XVIII, was mustering his forces in. Athotoc perished, but his soul remained, waiting for news that his people succeeded in creating the seal.</p><p></p><p>“They did succeed,” said Uru at once.</p><p></p><p>Athotoc was content. </p><p></p><p>They asked him if he knew how the Ancients had linked Lanjyr to a sun. Athotoc did not even know about that, but was not surprised when he was told it was Toteth Topec’s idea. “Always a dreamer, that one…” They also asked how the Ancients had put the seal in place. “Every wizard in the world,” he said. </p><p></p><p>Then Athotoc asked them a favour. He told them to go to the nearest island, and find a golden oval, wrapped in wolf fur, buried in a mass grave where his kin disposed of the legionnaires. He asked them to destroy it, so that his soul could be free. And he warned them not to look themselves in the eyes in the golden mirror’s reflection, or else they would be slaves too.</p><p></p><p>They did as he requested and found the island choked with vines covered in fine fibres that glowed at their tips, and horseshoe crabs wearing golden helmets scrawling eerie patterns in the sand. The mass grave was easily found, since nothing grew over the sea-smoothed stones of a huge cairn. Their excavation turned up the weapons and chains of hundreds of legionnaires tangled with bone fragments. Buried in the centre was the tattered wolf pelt Athotoc had mentioned. It was wrapped around a large oval shape.</p><p></p><p>Rumdoom decided to destroy it with the Stone of Not, but the Stone only destroyed the wolf pelt, revealing the mirror. Fortunately, Rumdoom was able to resist the magic of the mirror and, giving an angry snarl, both shattered and obliterated it utterly.</p><p></p><p>Hoping that this might be the favour the plane needed for them to bond with it more easily, they had Kai make the attempt. But, no; the attempt failed. If they were to quickly create an icon of Mavisha, they would need to look elsewhere.</p><p></p><p><strong>End of Session</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="gideonpepys, post: 7806982, member: 79141"] [B]Session 236, Part Three The Mirror of Opposition[/B] Their route caused them to approach Mavisha from the south-east, where the plane did not abut another, and gave on to the cold, cold emptiness of space. The waves and chop of the surface came to an abrupt end, and a sheer, smooth face of water descended as far as the eye could see. As a man of the sea, Admiral Smith was fascinated and insisted on taking a closer look. The Coaltongue flew down, close to the whatever supernatural, invisible force-field kept the water suspended. The seas were teeming with life: turtles, schools of fish, sharks, dire anamalocarises, and the like. A few despondent fish men, just intelligent enough to grasp their world’s doom, dangled listlessly at the edge of the sea, looking into the void. They showed signs of amazement as the Coaltongue flew by. At length, they had had enough of sight-seeing and prepared to ascend to the surface of Mavisha and investigate the plane fully. Just before they did so, Uru felt a twinge – a pull or call from a nearby spirit. He told the others, and they went to see what the matter was: A shipwreck, mostly submerged, rocking against the edge of the world. The vessel’s enchanted wooden hull had survived thousands of years of abuse, but still unmistakable to Xambria, who piped up for the first time in many days and announced this to be of Ancient design. Using the stone disks and Uru’s rebreathers (for those who needed them), the unit went to explore. They found it was possible to pass through the supernatural barrier with intentional movement. The hold of the boat was filled with golden weapons looted from legionnaires the orcs fought millennia ago, as well as a gold plate that acted as a star chart of planes in the multiverse (which Uru made sure to purloin). It seemed this vessel was once capable of sailing between seas of different worlds. Amid the piles of treasure a corpse lay face-down, wrapped in tarred cloth that preserved its flesh. His hands had been chopped off, and the deck bore ancient stains from where he bled out. When they began poking around nearby, the mummy rose up, but did not attack. It revealed an orcish face whose tusks and brows were pierced with gold chains. For a moment his hollow eyes took in the party with a primordial menace, but then he fell to his knees and held up his stump arms in a plea. Uriel was able to converse with him in the tongue of the Ancients. In life, the orc’s name was Athotoc. He confessed that he had betrayed his people, but not by his choice. He was enslaved by the legion and told them of the plan to find the soul of this plane. Fortunately his people survived the ambush, but they butchered Athotoc, thinking him to be a genuine traitor. As he bled to death, he shouted a warning, naming the world that one of the legion’s generals, Paelyrion XVIII, was mustering his forces in. Athotoc perished, but his soul remained, waiting for news that his people succeeded in creating the seal. “They did succeed,” said Uru at once. Athotoc was content. They asked him if he knew how the Ancients had linked Lanjyr to a sun. Athotoc did not even know about that, but was not surprised when he was told it was Toteth Topec’s idea. “Always a dreamer, that one…” They also asked how the Ancients had put the seal in place. “Every wizard in the world,” he said. Then Athotoc asked them a favour. He told them to go to the nearest island, and find a golden oval, wrapped in wolf fur, buried in a mass grave where his kin disposed of the legionnaires. He asked them to destroy it, so that his soul could be free. And he warned them not to look themselves in the eyes in the golden mirror’s reflection, or else they would be slaves too. They did as he requested and found the island choked with vines covered in fine fibres that glowed at their tips, and horseshoe crabs wearing golden helmets scrawling eerie patterns in the sand. The mass grave was easily found, since nothing grew over the sea-smoothed stones of a huge cairn. Their excavation turned up the weapons and chains of hundreds of legionnaires tangled with bone fragments. Buried in the centre was the tattered wolf pelt Athotoc had mentioned. It was wrapped around a large oval shape. Rumdoom decided to destroy it with the Stone of Not, but the Stone only destroyed the wolf pelt, revealing the mirror. Fortunately, Rumdoom was able to resist the magic of the mirror and, giving an angry snarl, both shattered and obliterated it utterly. Hoping that this might be the favour the plane needed for them to bond with it more easily, they had Kai make the attempt. But, no; the attempt failed. If they were to quickly create an icon of Mavisha, they would need to look elsewhere. [B]End of Session[/B] [/QUOTE]
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