Attending: Argent, Durgoth Derlahn, Shadon Rahl, and Vol
Screen Time, This Session: Vol (28%), Durgoth (24%), Argent (27%), Shadon (21%).
Screen Time, Cumulative: Vol (25%), Durgoth (30%), Argent (24%), Shadon (20%).
Finishing the Bar Scene
The party spent some time wrapping up the closing bar scene from our previous session.
When the party disperses they agree to meet back at the Golden Flask the next night.
Fun with Wises
Vol tested Bard-Wise to create a dwarven bard of dwarven studies at the Bardic College of Dorsang.
Argent failed to establish using Assassination-Wise that Tomei’s business partner was assassinated.
Durgoth failed to establish using Kansk-Wise that he knew a bard for a few years who was singing a hymn he recognized from his childhood.
Shadon established using Dire Forest-Wise that near his spring is a nest of giant spiders and that there is a safe trail to the spring and a dangerous trail to the spiders.
Durgoth establishes using Kansk-Wise that there are a couple of half-orcs who have a penchant for eating elven flesh. One is an officer in the 7th Legion and the other is a culinare. They have an “interesting” relationship that’s “undisclosed.”
Durgoth invites the elves to stay with him and Baji and they do so, enjoying the happy home the dwarven couple has created. Vol spots the idol of Set in the niche above the hearth, but says nothing. After sorting out the sleeping arrangements the night passes peacefully.
This is the day after Durgoth’s Duel of Wits confrontation with Mirador. For the first time ever, Baji joins Durgoth in their dawn ritual of prayers to Ra. Vol joins the prayers and her and Shadon entertain the dwarves with elven singing.
Baji excitedly bakes food all the next day.
[Dad and I added in this scene retroactively] Baji can’t help but notice that Vol is carrying around a dove. Baji falls in love with the little critter while Vol explains that she has nowhere to keep it. Baji offers to build a little roost for the dove and let Vol keep her doves at their home while she’s based in Kansk.
Ceylonda is So Happy to See You!
Meanwhile, after the elves and dwarf leave the bar, Uthred turns in and Argent goes to Victor’s House of Gambling to seek out Ceylonda. He finds her, playing Pentacles with an elven male who looks familiar.
Ceylonda is as beautiful as ever. She has long blond hair that has been professionally coiffed in Roman style. Her face, neck, fingers, and arms are adorned with jewels. Her skin is fair, her lips enticing, her eyes seductive, her body strong and lithe. On her left arm she wears a large blue gaultlet. On her right hand, a fingerless lace glove that extends to her shoulder. Her neck is bare and her sturdy green corset revealing. She wears tight black pants and hard soled boots. She is armed with sword, knives, and pouches.
Beside Ceylonda is L’yon, a gorgeous, handsome elven man. He is dressed like nobility and has a bearing to match. He has a sly, knowing smile and carries himself so gracefully and centered it would make a monk cry with envy. He also is armed.
Darrell’s rolls suck and he figures he’s blown his inconspicuous and disguise so he uses a more direct approach. He buys some chips (failing that roll too, he’s now taxed by one) and sets them down by Ceylonda, muttering “The Golden Flask.”
Argent returns to the Golden Flask and wakes up Uthred.
About an hour later Ceylonda shows up with two friends (but eludes to a fourth in her subsequent conversation). The second friend is a human male, strong, wearing all black leather, armed also with sword and knives. Ceylonda refers to him as her “chaplain.”
Ceylonda looks around the Golden Flask and makes a snide comment about how Argent seems a lot worse off now than when she saw him last. Ceylonda is confrontive, demanding a settling of scores. She threatens to turn him over to the Empire for stealing the tribute. Things get tense. Argent appraises her of the missing elves. She laughs, “You think that because I’m an elf I would care about missing elves? Ha!” She does manage to caress his chin and breath in his musky scent. If Argent senses an attraction, it flits by in a mere moment.
Ceylonda leaves with a threat, “I’d kill you now but I don’t see anything here worth taking. Argent, I’m not leaving Kansk until you make things right between us.”
Not a Dry Eye in the House
While Baji is baking Shadon and Vol decide to visit the Seluciden Memorial. On the way, knowing they are heading to a war memorial, Shadon is lost in reverie. He vividly recalls the final battle with the prince, and the light of his prince’s sword, Luandul, “The Light of the Elves.” The army approaches the citadel and breaches the wall, storming into the court. The battle rages fiercely in the courtroom. The elves are taking many lives until a large fearsome demon enters the chamber. Shadon and the others who have sworn Fealty to the Fêa try to impose themselves between the prince and the demon, but the prince will not allow it. The prince steps forward to face the demon, with Luandul shining as brightly as the sun. The demon grasps the blade but the light acts as a forcefield preventing the demon from grasping it. But the grasp is immovable and as the demon exercises his will the light begins to fade, the demons hand closing tightly, until the light disappears forever. But not to Shadon. He can still see the light in the blade. The prince falls, the sword is thrown aside. Risking all, Shadon recovers it before fleeing with the others. After the battle Shadon returns the blade to Dire East, to the noble elves of the citadel there. He insists the light is not gone out, if you stare closely you can still see it, albeit barely. No one else can see it. The sword is sent to sorcerers for study and archival.
The elves arrive at the riverbank, Shadon snaps back to reality. The memorial is beside a wide beach riverbank along the Black River. The features are a gnarled juniper tree, a large statue, and a memorial shrine.
When the elves come within 20’ of the tree the illusion is lifted from their eyes. Instead of a gnarled juniper, here lies an immense royal oak. Alone, separated from the forest, it stands as a noble guardian, healthy, strong, and beautiful. From behind the oak, around steps Tilith.
The elves report their activities to Tilith and he asks them to come back regularly with progress reports. He explains that when they approach the tree it will summon him. “Between 10am and noon is best. Definitely avoid supper time.” He confirms that he and the royal court are standing by should the elves need assistance.
Tilith than hands Shadon a large wrapped object. He unraps it, revealing Luandul. “This sword has been studied for many years by several sorcerers. They all insist the Light of the Elves has been eternally extinguished. I also see nothing here by death. Since you recovered it, and since you alone see the Light of the Elves in this blade, the Elven Council has decided that you should have it. Shadon takes it. Vol looks at the sword. She recognizes its exquisite handiwork but the blade looks and feels like death to her as well. Where she does see light, however—-for the first time—-is in Shadon’s eyes as he holds the sword.
The elves examine the statue. It is to Melboron Seluciden, Tribunus Laticlavius, for his bravery in the defeat of the elves in Dire West. It mentions that Melboron is heir to Duke Seluciden.
The elves enter the memorial dome-like memorial shrine. The memorial tells through mosaic art and written inscriptions the war of conquest of the Empire over the humans of Kansk and the elves of the Dire Forest. It’s from the Empire’s POV, but the story does not dishonor the locals. It skims over (but doesn’t fail to mention) the early victories of the humans under King Geoffrey Capet D’Argent Mathrafal against the Empire. Then the glorious arrival of Legate Sivitis and the 7th Legion and his command of the campaign, the defeat of King Geoffrey, the execution of the royal family, culminating with the victory over the elves in Dire West under the command of Tribunus Seluciden.
There are about a dozen humans visiting the shrine. The mood is somber. Though the shrine glorifies the Empire, the humans here are stoic. Most are older. Some, perhaps, have lost loved ones here. When the elves arrive the air is heavy. Especially when the elves reach the end of the story, where it explains that here, in this location, Set demonstrated his mighty power by causing scores of elven bodies, those slain in the battle, to wash up here so that the citizens of Kansk would see proof of the slaughter.
Vol sing a song of soothing. Weeping ensues. One human woman hesitantly, shaking, approaches Vol as if to hug her. Vol greets her with a warm embrace. Much healing is performed.
Argent Lips Off
The day after the bar scene and the confrontation with Ceylonda (the same day that Vol and Shadon are visiting the memorial) Argent is tending bar, cleaning up after the lunchtime “rush” of 3 patrons.
Bursting through the door comes 4 bobbies and Inspector Moore! Argent notices two legionaries outside, casual-like. Moore looks back and forth between Argent and Uthred and then points to Argent. The bobbies rush forward and grapple with Argent. Moore orders the bobbies to take Argent to the station. Uthred closes up shop and follows. The two legionnaires mount their horses and follow but don’t get involved.
Inspector Moore is tall with a thick moustache and a dominant chin. He’s wearing a white vest with a long gray coat, a silver handled cane, black boots, and he walks with a confident swagger. He seems to stroll confidently with a big gait while the bobbies seem to be running to keep up. The bobbies wear thick clothes, blue coats, boots, tall rounded hats, whistles, and saps. They are mean and viscous, ready for a fight, daring and hoping that those they gather up will put up a fight.
Argent is handled roughly. At the station he is tied to a chair, bound tightly, painfully. Moore questions him about the two elven strangers who visited his bar last night. “Actually, there were four, Argent responds sarcastically, which two are you referring to?” This merits him a punch in the face from one of the bobbies. “Don’t get smart with me, barkeep!” Moore yells. Moore continues to interrogate Argent, demanding that Argent share information about the elves. Argent continues to be a smartass and keeps getting punched. After one particularly smartass comment [Help? Anyone remember the line? My memory fails me. –PA] Argent merits a kidney punch. And these cops know how to hit hard. Moore gets right in Argents face and demands that he pass along the word that he wants to question these elves. He’s sure they are tied to a viscous ring of elves in the Dire Forest who rape virgins who wander too far into the woods. [It was really hard to keep picking on Darrell like this but boy it sure was fun!]
Uthred is there to pick up Argent when they throw him out the door of the station. Argent heads to Durgoth and warns him that they need to find the elves before the cops do. They have no idea where to look. They figure the cops will be watching the Golden Flask so they position themselves such that they can see the elves approaching the bar before the cops watching the bar spot the elves. The plan works and Durgoth spots them and picks him up in his wagon. Then he fetches Argent and they head to Durgoth’s home.
The elves take to healing Argent. He’s sustained two superficial wound and one light wound (the kidney punch). But this isn’t the first time Argent’s been slapped around. He makes all his health tests and has healed naturally by the time the elves take a close look. They soothe anyway to improve the cosmetic.
As they plan how to proceed Durgoth shrugs off the cops like it’s no big deal. Argent responds, “Look at my face, it was a big deal to me!”
“Don’t Fuck This Up, Durgoth!”
At the party’s urging Durgoth decides to pay his “uncle” Mirador a visit to get advice about the missing elves and also to ask him to intercede with the police to stop harassing his newfound elven friends.
The scene is set in Mirador’s office at the Central Bank of Kansk. Mirador owns the bank. The office is ostentatious and everything is “about Mirador” here. Attendants wait hand and foot and Mirador is dressed to impress. Durgoth is ushered in ahead of others waiting in line and Mirador commands him, “Be quick, I have a board meeting waiting on me.” Mirador is rushed and not too attentive and makes a smartass comment about posting wanted posters. When it’s revealed that this would be important to the Elven Court Mirador pounces on the idea of a reward. Mirador then becomes obsessed and overbearing, going on and on about the reward, advising Durgoth that if he does find the missing elves to not ransom them back too quickly cause the price will go up over time.
Durgoth is so flustered he almost forgets to ask about interceding with the police. When he mentions it Mirador yells, “You go tell Inspector Moore that I said these elves are here on business for us and not to fuck this up!”
“Can you handle this Durgoth?” Mirador yells more than once! “Don’t fuck this up!”
Artha Awards and Beliefs Played
1 Fate: Pursuing belief about making allies.
1 Fate: Pursuing belief about learning more of elves.
1 Persona: Humor.
1 Persona: Embodiment
1 Persona: MVP
1 Fate: Pursuing belief about making allies.
1 Fate: Pursuing belief about wealth and trade.
1 Fate: Colorful roleplaying of your Thousand Yard Stare trait.
1 Persona: Humor.
1 Persona: Best Supporting Actor
1 Fate: Pursuing belief about finding a priest.
1 Fate: Pursuing belief about finding Lorwyn and the other missing elves.
1 Fate: Fair and Statuesque trait created complications with Malcolm.
1 Persona: Humor.
1 Persona: Embodiment
1 Fate: Pursuing belief about collecting a cadre against Set and Kordaava.
1 Fate: Pursuing belief about finding a priest of Ra (sorta) by sharing his religion with the elves.
1 Persona: Humor.
1 Persona: MVP