Session 05: A Trip Down Memory Lane

These short rests are beginning to take a toll on me. The wounds inflicted upon my body simply pale in comparison to the state of my ever diminishing resolve. I’m granted just enough time to think about all the, “wrong things”. The melody sooths me to a certain extent, but as long as I’m oblivious to its source, I fear it may eventually compliment the hurt I feel inside. I’ve tried so hard to put on a brave face thus far, but…, it just feels like its all… slipping away from me. When I look at Crimson, I see the result of our battle against a pair of Goliath Sunspeakers. Her body charred and broken, yet she is able to maintain a state of composure. You can tell she has a plan and her expression is free of uncertainty. Elena, she had always been the strong one in the past, she hasn’t changed at all. If she has misgivings, she hides it well. As for Soulerio, well, he’s buried in his book as we speak, grinning from ear to ear and chuckling away, not a worry in the world. They make everything look so easy yet, I continue to fall behind. The last few months have indeed been frustrating, to say the least…, but I was unable to cope with the events that transpire earlier today.

Things really began to go sour the moment I entered the library to confront Malfurion. To my surprise, a green-tinted ghostly Kyuss-like monstrosity stood before me, a version of the Wormgod Legacy I have yet to encounter. Aside from the dozens of Kyuss worms infesting his broken body, it was the foot long purple worm protruding from his left eye socket that got my attention. In addition to the latter, several worms were bathing in a nearby pool of green acid, clearly the remains of one of his attackers. Again, another phenomenon I had no knowledge of. I approached cautiously with my Flame Blade ready. A lot was going though my mind and I began to rant aimlessly. In all the banter, I made references to the Dark One, Lashonna, Kyuss, Obox-Ob and Iggwilv. Thankfully he stopped me before I got carried away. What he had to say was troubling indeed.

To make a long story short, he had come from an alternate reality. One led by the Gods of Light, partially under Carcerian rule and consumed by an Age of Worms, yet there was no sign of Demogoragon, nor mention of his Savage Tide. Both he and Celeste had visions of heroes that never came, heroes that never existed. Of course he was referring to the Outsiders and the Harbingers. Apparently, he and Celeste had found a way to reach us, thus explaining his being here. He was most please to know that his myth was reality, he recognized us almost instantaneously. A series of questions and debates followed, many of them leading nowhere. One thing was for certain; our situation wasn’t getting any better. In a nutshell, the Dark One remained a mystery, Malfurion, though not a carrier was still dangerous if not cured, Lashonna was nearby and our future has already shown signs of being tampered with. And all that talk of allying with one side or another, to becoming Gods ourselves, to eliminating AO himself left me at a loss for words. So many questions unanswered and I’ve yet to begin my search. The others pressured me, on several occasions, to vote on a plan of action, but the thought of making a wrong choice made me sick to my stomach.

Whilst we began talking in circles, Crimson was the first to take action. She walked off with the intent to offer the now “Stolen” staff, as she put it, to the “Children”. And in return we would get…, something, something she failed to disclose. Unimpressed with her reasoning, I was quick to point out the obvious and numerous flaws of such a careless and foolish gambit. She replied with a cold shoulder and simply brushed me off as a noblewoman would a beggar. I was so…, angry, to the point that I nearly sent forth a psychic blast from my wand. With the staff gone and a Time Stop effect near its end, I now had the pleasure to explain this whole mess to the Goddess of Love. I called out to my friends for aid in the task at hand. I wanted to reveal as little as possible, so I suggested a little white lie in order to grant us some time to conceive our next course of action. Still bitter for my involvement in his capture, Soulerio continued to apply pressure and demanded that I quit stalling and make a choice then and there. And that when it happened, the moment I had lost all composure, I simply buckled under the stress. My feelings on the matter had been revealed. To be put simply, I didn’t know what to chose, I…, didn’t want to choose. I’ve already failed, my world, my home, my loved ones…, all gone. What could I possibly do? I’m no hero…, why can’t I be the one to be saved? As I cried, Soulerio had found amusement in my vulnerable state and simply retreated to his books. It had been apparent that Elena and I were alone to deal with Malcanthet.

Fearing that our stay within the Sisterhood would come to an end. I had asked Malfurion to hide in a Rope Trick of sorts, as he suggested, and to meet us at the Spire if the library was no longer accessible. It would only be for a couple of hours, just enough time to sort out our current dilemma. Just before we left, I approached Soulerio in order to offer the Spellbook I had purchased for him earlier that morning. I was hoping to present it under better circumstances, but it couldn’t wait, a wizard needed his Spellbook. Besides, the guilt was too much to bear, being the one directly responsible for having him stripped of his magical trinkets that is. Anyhow, I was cold in my presentation, but his reaction did take my by surprise. He stared at it, unwrapped it and paused for a moment. I was sure he’d throw it at me but a few seconds had passed and he…, thanked me. We’ve shared one or two genuine moments such as these in the past, but…, I…, well…, it was nice. I was planning on going back to the Delver’s Square later that day to get some air and made the offer to have his trusted dagger enchanted, he agreed.

Upon exiting the cathedral, all was back to normal, save for two Kyuss pools. I quickly disposed of any visible worms and found an Orb in the process. The sisters were in the process of retrieving their crossbow bolts as both Shami-Amourae and Nephilim were closely flanking Malcanthet who was pacing about nervously. My suspicions as too why were confirmed the moment I had motioned the staff and its whereabouts. She had mentioned that the staff, apparently, is required for her ascension to Godhood, and without its secret powers, she is as vulnerable as I. First, I explained what had transpired, revealing all but our conversation with the Time Dragon. My version of the story stated that a ghost fitting Malfurion’s description had vanished before we made contact. I then convinced her that it be best if we conducted an exclusive investigation to locate him. Finally, Crimson ran off to follow up on a lead with the borrowed staff in hand. Luckily, she deemed the ruse genuine, but insisted that the staff be returned as soon as possible. I was confident Crimson would have come to her senses, the contrary would have been unthinkable. That last bit somewhat eased Malcanthet’s concerns, but she still felt compelled to lock herself in a room. I for one was in dire need of fresh air and I took my leave on that note. Elena joined me; the company was much appreciated under the circumstances.

We traveled to the Delver’s Square to peruse its wares. I was here earlier this morning, but I still felt a little out of place. I had the intention to gather a few things to aid my friends. I took a few moments to analyze the Orb in hopes to gain knowledge from it, alas; it was no different that another I had spotted on a table. We had put it to good use and acquired a splendid suit of Leather armor and matching cloak for Elena, she was most pleased. While the tailor made the proper adjustments, I had spotted something that caught my eye, something familiar, a Long Sword of all things. The merchant handed it to me. All of a sudden, I had remembered acquiring training in the blade several months ago. What was that guy’s name again…, can’t remember; he must have left a bad impression or something, pity. It was right around the time Soulerio had sent a small contingent of undeath to Riddle Port to spite me. He was having issues with his imaginary girlfriend that day. Elena’s expression was priceless; she had never seen me wield a blade with relative ease before. Anyhow, the merchant told me of the blade’s power, one attuned primarily to bards. I’m no story teller, but I knew I could use it to great effect. The blade lacked appeal so I was able to get a good “Deal” as they say. I surrendered the Scimitar in exchange thus leaving me the Flame Blade to bargain with. Luckily, the merchants approved of me on this day as not only did I have Soulerio’s dagger enhanced, I was able to leave with an Amulet and a Scroll. Pelor was no where in sight; I had hopped to lure him into striking a conversation with me. That way, bringing up a touchy subject would be less suspicious. I then pondered weather or not to confront Obox-Ob in hopes to resolve my personal issues and validate the possibility that he may be the Dark One himself. I opted to postpone these leads as we’d been running a little late. Crimson had surly returned to the cathedral and was potentially causing mischief.

Upon our arrival at the Library, both Crimson and Soulerio were in the process of discussing some scheme and quickly halted at the sight of our presence. More importantly, the staff was missing, I was really cross. I demanded she explain herself. “It’s gone” she replied. Unamused with her evasive banter, I harassed her into giving me a straight answer. The term “Gone” was an understatement, apparently Vecna and the others had it destroyed. Gee, great plan… And all we got out of that was the supposed Dark One’s name; Tharizdun, the God of Chaos and Destruction. And this coming from a bunch of sleaze balls from the Onyx Spider, a reliable source no less. I could have yelled until I’d be blue in the face, but that would have accomplished nothing, I conceded and opted to play along. Soulerio refused to believe that a lesser God such as Tharizdun would be involved in such a ploy. Normally, I’d have to agree, but we hadn’t anything else to go on. Mind you, I found it odd that the “Children” would be so bold to destroy the staff at this point in time. I didn’t think they’d want risk attracting that kind of attention. Surly one of the Gods of Light will find out before the deadline and potentially put an end to the threat. Not to mention its destruction will certainly hinder their efforts in securing a major piece of their puzzle. At the very least, Crimson’s poor judgment did supply us with the means to defeat the Gods of Light if we wished to do so. Just a matter of producing a Disjunction Pulse I suppose. As the others continued to debate, I drifted to my little bubble to keep a clear head.

Then came the issue to face Malcanthet. Crimson got us into that mess so I voted that she get us out, under supervision. We agreed on a simple plan, Crimson was attacked by an unknown and fell unconscious; the staff had gone missing when she awoke. I had no doubt she’d pull it off; besides, she had the wounds to prove it. The complex was vacant as the sisters had been assigned to guarding the thrown room and its contents. With a simple gesture, we were granted an audience with the Queen. Upon entering, we heard the sound of several crossbow chambers being pulled back. Dozens of sisters, including Shami-Amourae and Nephilim, had their weapons pointed at us, ready to fire at the first sign of treachery. Malcanthet found the cold reception regrettable but insisted that it was necessary. She had hoped for good news, yet we had none. Crimson had told our lie and Malcanthet believed it. Soulerio did make a good point; those who haven’t known “Evil” are less likely to be suspicious of others. She deemed the cathedral closed to outsiders and asked us to leave until further notice. Luckily, I was able to exclude us from the terms if certain conditions were met. And on that note we all parted to get some much needed rest. Before retiring, I returned Soulerio’s dagger, offered him an amulet and invited him to meet me in the library later to study the Enchant Magic Item scroll I had acquired. He said he’d think about it.

Just before meeting with Malfurion, the Professor was kind enough to spare a few hours to help decipher the scroll. We spent most of the time bickering but we made good progress. In the end, one of the equations eluded us. Suddenly, Malfurion appeared just as the others had arrived. He was not doing well, he pleaded that we deal with his ailment immediately as he felt the fever consuming him at an accelerated rate. I had informed him that a Cure Disease would sufficient if caught early, unfortunately, I hadn’t a prayer to spare. I also suggested a Remove Affliction, another procedure beyond my reach. He didn’t care who but was adamant that someone be found with the power to do so. Both Soulerio and Crimson agreed to seek out the aid of Orcus, one who will eventually have no quarrel with aiding an undead. I deemed that course of action unwise, I didn’t want others to get involved in our affairs; our efforts to remain “Invisible” would have been jeopardized. I suggested that we consult Malcanthet as she had already been compromised. Crimson then looked to me and awaited her leader’s final word. Again I was put on the spot; I was somewhat flattered, but only for a moment. It was clear that they had followed my suggestion out of pity. I sent word to Malcanthet to supply us with someone with the ability to remedy the situation, someone she could trust under the circumstances. She referred us to her son Pelor, the master healer. Soulerio was the first to object for obvious reasons; he had opted for her secondary option being Obox-Ob, an arcane master.

I was disappointed in both references as I didn’t want either one involved, but I did have an interest in seeking out those exact two, go figure. I reluctantly voiced out my desire to pursue Obox-Ob, if he was indeed bad news, I’d have everyone by my side. Pulling a few string, we acquired his place of residence, another library. We also found out that he’d been the one chronicling Ptolus’ history books. It never occurred to me that the records could be false, definitely something worth looking into. When we arrived, the library was vacant and the doors locked. Many found this strange as the establishment had always been opened to the public. How strange indeed, to have “Gone Fishing” the day of the attack. I was about to befriend another local while Soulerio opted for a more direct approach. He had opened a window, clambered in, opened the front door and signaled us to enter. Not very graceful, but effective, and unexpected. The portal led us to a vast room filled with knowledge. An opened book rested on the floor nearby, next to it, shattered spectacles. Still proud of himself, Soulerio made his way to the manuscript and began examining it. Upon touching it, he vanished, by means of teleportation. I quickly approached, drew my sword and propped up the book to read its title as Crimson suggested. “Arcane Power” by Iggwilv it read. Another name that came to mind earlier, the Demonomicon author did exist here, another lead to add to my list. Fearing that Soulerio may be in grave danger, I read a passage from the book and witnessed my surroundings distort.

Now, I find myself here, in a circular room with no exits, made of stone. Other notes of interest, a fountain in the room’s center, another book resting in a pool of blood and eight alcoves. Each of them, symbolizing an arcane element; Fire, Cold, Lightning, Thunder, Acid, Necrotic, Radiant, Force and Physic. Soulerio, meanwhile, going back, was pleased that someone followed suit, he then opted to suppress his curiosity and keep his hands to himself. Elena was quick to react but Crimson took more time. She appeared moments later, with a torn page from the Tome, a clever move on her part. She read the page to see if it would provide us with an exit, alas, nothing. The page’s contents were vague, describing some sort of test. Having mastered several arcane Physic powers, I suggested that I target the wall marked with the Physic rune with a Dissonant Strain. The others distanced themselves and waited. I closed my eyes, targeted the alcove with opened hand whilst grasping my blade with the other and sent forth a hymn in two pitches.

Suddenly, the rune began to glow and a voiced beamed “Physic test will commence in 10”. Both Soulerio and I stood our ground, Crimson planted herself in front of the wall, Elena hid in a nearby alcove and Sir Minion was nearby. We awaited the countdown and the wall vanished, revealing a pair of Mad Wraiths. The minute long battle that followed left us all with lingering headaches and several self inflicted wounds. First, they clearly did not approve of Minion; his destruction was proof of that. Crimson, unable to fight off their charms, had attacked me on one occasion and failed to strike Elena on another. Their dark auras left us mostly in a daze the whole time, but those of us still strong in faith would be their undoing. I was able to hold my own in melee, but it was both Elena and Crimson, in all their radiance, that made all the difference. Soulerio, sadly, did not diversify himself enough to make an impact this time around. But in the end, we prevailed. Suddenly, a mound of gold and a warhammer had appeared in the fountain, obviously some sort of prize. The room beyond the wall led to a dead end and still no exits could be found.

Bitter over the outcome of our first battle, Soulerio demanded that we lay waste to the Radiant challenge, the element that, logically, opposed his own. Coming to the conclusion that we had to face all of them, we decided to honor his request. I stood before him at a distance as the other two stood before the wall. Elena pointed her holy symbol to the wall, initiating a battle with the Goliath Sunspeakers. Our foes were highly resistant and their attacks, potent. I had used up all of my healing abilities early as the two warriors rained steel upon the enemy. Leading the way was Soulerio’s Hungry Spirit, devouring all in its path. All attempts in charming the Sunspeakers had failed; probably due to my lack of inspiration. Perhaps I am of more use in the front lines, channeling my pain through my blade… The battle ended poorly, but we held on to consciousness. A liquid flowed through the fountain as a reward, granting us all a blessing.

Looking around the room, the others are now again at full strength. All looked at me and nodded in approval as they found inspiration in my song. Alas, with two battles in the books and six more to come, our bodies will clearly fail us long before we reach the end. We will need exercise caution if we are to succeed. *Sigh*, I wonder what thoughts will haunt me during our next short rest.