27 Kythorn 1487
Tranled and Korotir spar; Tranled insults Korotir’s chieftainship and Korotir pounds him into the dirt. Just before he passes out, Tranled reaffirms his orcish fealty to Korotir. Atarah and Korotir drag him off to one side and lay him out with a blanket, his shield, and a mug of ale.
Oak and her father retreat to the top of the makeshift treehouse and talk for a while.
Lady Auraest and Kastris inquire as to what Atarah’s been up to since they last saw each other (“uh… well I’m level 12 now…”) Atarah vacillates between excited to show off her new stuff (flaming sword! sabertooth cat mount!) and chagrined child (am I in trouble).
They ask if they’re camping here—yes? Kastris rolls his eyes at their treehouse and casts Magnificient Mansion and invites everyone in for dinner. Lady Auraest gives Atarah a box with a present (holy symbol of Lathander, magic item): Amulet of the Truthseeker. Used to be Pyrrhus’. “You can only speak the truth, if not directly, while wearing this.” (needs to be attuned)
The mansion is in Elven architecture, high class, lots of decor. The octopus gets to play in the fountain and splashes Kastris.
Eventually, Lady Auraest asks “Where is Tranled?”
Atarah shrinks into her chair. “Uhhh… that’s complicated.” She explains in broken sentences, helped by Oak and Ferrindale.
Lady Aurast nods as though this explains things. “Ah, we have a family member in distress. It explains why some of the kids have been having more nightmares than usual. We’ll see what we can do to help.”
Lady Auraest would like to come with them to Neverwinter, though not on the boat to the giant. The mansion is available for all who would like them.
Atarah dreaming: a vision of Pyrrhus in an infinite black plain. He is crouched, begging for help. There is a tattered hole through the middle of his chest. He is reaching for someone, asking, “Help me—”
A bolt of magic comes in from the side and lances across, hits Pyrrhus in his already injured side. He drops, and Atarah wakes.
Ferrindale wakes up early and wakes everyone else up with a spirited rendition of “Flight of the Bumblebee” because it’s their birthday and they’re not going to let anyone forget it. Atarah gets the ephemeral servants to make them a cake.
until the 30th they spend the time riding along a road. Lady Auraest hangs out with Atarah and talks and sometimes does the “getting to know you” bit with the rest of the group. Eventually they need to split off the road and cut through the Neverwinter Wood.
Lady Auraest does the mom thing and admonishes her not to lose her resurrection supplies. “Do you have your diamonds? Your scrolls?” “My what?” Kastris gives Ferrindale a scroll of Revivify.
And they leave.
Later that day, Envar spots a wood elf territory marker and thus is the first to notice a group of wood elves. He calls a halt to wait for them to approach. Atarah moves up beside him, so do Korotir and Tranled. Oak watches the other directions.
The lead elf (female, red hair) approaches. Artatiel offers to escort the group through the Neverwinter woods to skirt their actual territory. Envar speaks for the group and takes their offer.
They spend the next four days (4th Flamerule) following the elves through the woods.
During the trip, Oak comes up to Tranled to talk. “Do you remember anything after you passed but before you came back?”
Tran “I can tell you what it felt like.” (moodily flipping through book of poetry) “glint of diamonds what am I supposed to feel what am I supposed to be my veins are a raging torrent my heart is as hard as stone” (poetry did not catch all of it)
Oak “I hope we can help you… but that doesn’t really answer my question’
Tran: ‘Lorcan was there. Goading me. Belittling me. Essentially telling the truth of what I am.”
“I don’t think Lorcan’s ever told the truth. Of everyone to listen to he’s not one of them.’
“It felt like the truth at the time. but none of that compares to Pyrrhus’ disappointment. He wasn’t disappointed me but in his failed choice”
“Is that what he said”
“No but I could see the lament in his eyes. Feel it in the tone of his voice. And my skin and the hairs of me bristled with his disappointment. For I am not a failure once but twice, thrice over.”
“Lorcan—always the opportunist—jumped at the chance to use this to my disadvantage. His goading and truth-saying pushed me away, pushed me through. I could find no other exit, release… but I saw one through Pyrrhus. I thought if I retreated through him, I would find reprieve. But I just found the shadow of life.”
“So what are you going to do now? Besides travel with us. Do you want…?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know what my destiny is. What I want. … When I fought with Korotir—we will keep this between us, right?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“I was goading him to kill me. Because I am not strong enough to do it myself. To kill myself. And that is how low I have come.”
“Well… if you’re going to try dyinig though fighting, might I suggest doing it for a purpose?”
“Thank you for your advice.”
“You have given me things to think about. I look forward to killing Lorcan with you.”
“I’m glad we had this chat.”
“Mint?” Tranled accepts it from Oak.
Atarah has the same nightmare over and over again, with a second more time each time it repeats. Finally, after going to the edge of everything she knows how to do, she calls on Ilwar as she falls asleep. Ilwar can help, but is weird. He moves the dream, lets her see more.
A clawed hand pulls Pyrrhus by the neck. “You are a fool to come here, so far from your home.” He wraps a chain around Pyrrhus’ wrist and chest and drops him to the ground. Sigils appear on the ground, on the demon’s hand, and they appear to sap Pyrrhus’ light. The demon clutches at his own chest.
There is blackness. Ilwar offers to help burn the sigils and the demon’s face into her mind so she can remember them. Atarah, stupidly, agrees.
Atarah doesn’t wake that morning. Oak concludes she’s dying, casts Greater Restoration. Doesn’t work. Ferrindale has Dream, the spell, and offers to go investigate on the scene.
Ferrindale shows up to only a black void, can’t see Atarah though can see Ilwar. Ilwar is talking to both of them. Ilwar disinvites Ferrindale but they stay.
They try and fail to charm each other, Ferrindale is ejected. Ilwar instructs Atarah to get something of Ferrindale’s for him. Atarah, immune to charm thanks Paladin, says “Uh, get it yourself? I’m not in charge of them?”
Atarah wakes up screaming about the demon. Everyone is startled. “You’re not dying!” She explains what she did “Remind me not to ask Ilwar for help.” “If you need Dream help you can ask me.” says Oak.
Atarah explains the dreams and what she saw. She writes out the runes and Oak and Tranled recognize it as Infernal, as a containment spell of some kind.
Tranled speaks an emo poem for Ferrindale’s birthday. (Tran has also redone his hair to look like Korotir’s).
Oak takes this opportunity to scry on Pyrrhus; Atarah gives her a token of her dad’s from her hair. The spell connects but all Oak sees is the party’s own campfire. The spell flickers and fades. Oak is very, very confused and looks at the space over the campfire.
Envar gives Ferrindale a flute and an apology. There is talk of how mutually dumb they’d been and promises to be better.
Oak casts Divination to speak with Pyrrhus. “How can we help you?”
The response is, “Just leave me alone, I’m in the Dark right now.”
Arrival in Neverwinter!
Envar wants to contact the Emerald Enclave and source a Cloak of the Manta Ray. He finds one for 700gp.
Tranled looks for the local Harpers place to get any information on King Hekaton. The Harpers believe he’s dead as he’s been missing for over a year. They don’t have any more information relative to the giants. Tran asks about Lady Natalia Cuvelier—she’s doing great, got a promotion, becoming active in Waterdeep politicking, a real up and comer (living her best life)!
Korotir goes to the captain of the city guard about getting a place for his people in Neverwinter in exchange for helping rebuild the city. There is some back and forth about tribal discipline vs young cadet discipline and how that’s going to cause problems. Until they can resolve that they can’t move forward about living in the city. A good first step would be camping outside and helping rebuild the walls. “Why don’t you come back tomorrow?”
Ferrindale wants to go somewhere familiar and hang out at a tavern. Something about tattoos and getting drunk.
Atarah has a long list. First: Find potions—-nope Oak can do that. Second, find a Quiver of Returning for her lightning javelin. She finds and artificer shop run by a dwarf, Gart Deepden. He can make her a Chain of Returning in cobalt for 3k gold. She balks at the price but Envar just drops the cash.
Korotir negotiates for a cool trident in return for looking at his shield.
Atarah goes looking for Gauntlet members to help her hire a ship. The Gauntlet leader recognizes her and can help. “Captain Hild” kind of an unofficial member, has a big ship. She’s a blue dragonborn. Can help. But they’ll need supplies; let’s get money from the Lords Alliance together.
The Lord’s Alliance person is guilt-tripped and annoyed at the zone of truth amulet sufficiently to give them 2kgp to get out of their hair. Atarah counts it a win.
Envar and Ferrindale walking together hear someone playing a song Ferrindale wrote. They chase after it, but it fades away. The next song that starts up is a song that Envar knows because it was the first one he was taught. The song comes from a toy shop named “Mischief Unlimited”.
The shop is overflowing with stuff. Some of it, worthless knick knacks and wood toys. There is an elderly elven woman behind the counter—very, very old as even to show signs of age is rare for an elf.
Ferrindale asks who was playing music and how they know the song?
She heard it. They ask to play it together? It is very nice.
The elderly elf offers Envar a seat while Ferrindale shops and there is the sound of a whoopie cushion. The elven woman bursts into laughter, claims the enchantment was worth every gold piece.
Ferrindale is once again delighted to find their reputation precedes them. And procedes to fill their bag of holding with random obnoxious toys.
Envar asks her name but she is very evasive. “Your mother always said nice things about you! It’s nice to finally get to talk to you.”
Ferrin finds something for them in the shop, supposedly from their parents? It has signatures of famous musicians and a message from them. Ferrindale is freaked out and needs to leave. Once they pay and get out, they look behind and the shop is gone.
Atarah goes to the Temple to Lathander to ask them to say prayers for her Dad, but the Priest hands her a scroll instead, basically a goodbye letter from her Dad. She closes it up without finishing it and passes it to Korotir, who reads the last bit “There is a ritual the Lathander priests can do, to let you draw on Lathander’s power, to be a Paladin of him.” Atarah insists He’s Not Dead and storms out of the Temple. Korotir crumples the letter up and tosses it into the gutter.
Atarah finds a carpentry yard and drops 300gp to have them work in the slums, preparing as many houses as possible for winter. Korotir helps. She will start in the morning, for a week at least. The Foreman is Mike, he’s impressed at her pragmatism.
Korotir suggests a soup kitchen, too. Atarah says they’ll find one, or something like, and help it.
Atarah drags Tranled into working with her for the week but he flees to the pub immediately at the end of the day.
Ferrindale finds him amidst a pile of crumpled up attempts at letters to Natalia. “This the one that got away?”
“This one never wanted. I feel no one’s love”
DUET! with harmonica even “running out of similes”