Author: Dennis

Previously, the Heroes of the White Eye attended a soiree at the College of Bards, witnessed Andrew Selkirk trade barbs with a crowd as he was locked in a pillory, met a Novice of Echoes from Beauclair named Aubrey who got herself in some hot water by unwittingly take sides with House Morvrayne, and listened to a mesmerising song performed by Rigoletta, a szygani bard who filled Neamhan with a sense of foreboding. The climax came when the heroes who had stayed late fought off an undead monstrosity that was collecting a corpse.

Eighth Day, Second Ride, Autumn Twilight, 1262

(Silvermoon is waning, Bloodmoon is waxing, Darkmoon is in high sanction)

The Careless Wanderer was busier than the previous few days. The worsening weather had locked the few travellers that still called at Kingsport locked down. The snow of the past few days had turned to icy, and the wind had picked up.

The heroes were in the tavern going about their business; Luca was finalising the ritual he had been designing, Falka was reading in front of the hearth, and Quentin was discussing a visit to cardinal Roark to discuss the undead monstrosity the heroes had faced the previous night. Chakuq was unwrapping the beautifully carved talismans he had commissioned from Eustace. He had brought a tooth – a tusk more like – of Epidemius’ mount to the jeweller and had asked for some specific carvings, one for each of his newfound companions.

To Astrid he gifted a talisman of a falcon in flight, the symbol of Freya, one of the Æsir, and the goddess of love, fertility, and motherhood. Astrid wore it on a necklace of teeth she had collected over time. Inspired by Astrid, Chakuq had one made for himself as well. Emrys was gifted a talisman of a crescent moon, the symbol of Sehanine Moonbow, the elven mistress of dreams, death, and travel. Emrys promised to wear the talisman. Quentin got a swan volant, the symbol of his family. Luca got a sword across a triangle, the symbol for Saint Aurius the Golden One. And Neamhan got a twig of mistletoe, to represent her nature. Chakuq explained that he had them made as a token of his appreciation, and symbolising their friendship.

While the heroes were thanking Chakuq for the thoughtful gifts, Quentin noticed a group of guards, on horseback, sporting the colours of House Lys, making their way through the terrible weather towards Steward’s Square. One of the horses pulled a cart along through the icy snow. Feeling weary, Quentin decided to ignore the guards and stay with his companions in the tavern. When Chakuq offered to follow the guards, Quentin declined, not wanting to have anything to do with them. He reckoned he would have enough interaction with them at the feast which was organised in his honour in three days time, on the First Day, Third Ride, Autumn Twilight, 1262.

Luca decided he would visit the Circle in order to progress his work on the ritual, Emrys decided he would go to the College to check on Aubrey and possibly look for a drum, and Chakuq would return to Eustace to see if he could acquire a silver tuning fork.

Neamhan raised the topic of the ghost orchid with Luca, saying that upon reflection the flower might be a good substitute for the sacrifice which will be necessary to power the ritual. She also believes that lyrium crystals could be used. The conversation turned to the crystals that the heroes had, and how valuable they were. A memory returned of watching the dwarves of Ard Thoradun outbid the elves of the Worthwild at the Landsdowne auction house in Bournemouth. The dwarves paid a kingly sum of sixteenhundredandfifty gold crowns for one lyrium crystals, which they would use to “seal their gates” in time for the next Age of Fear to arrive. Luca noted that each time the heroes used to go into one of the Senhadrim vaults they required a lyrium crystal which then was spent. Falka showed a crystal that she had used in such a way whose inner radiance had gone dull after it was spent.

Emrys and Chakuq departed and headed towards Steward’s Square through the terrible snow. Once at the square they noticed there was a commotion coming from behind the Cathedral of the Platinum Father, from the clinic at the Temple of Light. They saw several horses and a cart in front of the clinic, and the horses, which were bread for war, seemed uneasy and stratled. Emrys and Chakuq neared the clinic and went inside only to stand face to face with the hulking monstrosity the heroes had already defeated the night before. It was holding its oversized shovel in one hand and a deceased guard in another, having been run through with a sabre. Behind the brute stood the Beauclair guards, one of which foolishly tried to intervene and paid for it by having his leg crushed by a blow from the shovel.

Chakuq and Emrys drew the monsterous brute outside and managed to defeat it, again, but not before Emrys’ completely lost control of his magic and became a conduit for all the tension that had been building in the air, shooting lightning in many directions. Afterwards, father Devon tended to Emrys’ wounds while Chakuq searched for and retrieved the frightened horses.

Back at the Careless Wanderer the conversation about lyrium crystals continued. Neamhan was keen on understanding the different colours, which she understood to correspond to schools of magic. She inquired about whether there were black crystals, since she recalled seeing one, and Luca said that besides black there were also golden crystals, shadow and radiance. He knew this from Blackstar, who had become more talkative since they reached an understanding. Neamhan wanted to understand the nature of the black crystal, and Quentin suggested that perhaps it could indicate good or evil intent. When Neamhan suggested it could be like the seelie and unseelie courts of the shidhe Blackstar whispered to Luca that she had the right of it.

Chakuq continued from Steward’s Square to Eustace, but the jeweller said he could not help him with an instrument that delicate and precisely callibrated. He suggested that Chakuq might have more luck at the Forgewright Arms in getting a steel tuning fork.

When Luca plowed his way through the snow to get to the Circle and bumped into Emrys at Steward’s Square, they were just in time to see the undead monstrosity once again step out into the square, smashing aside a group of crownsguard and custodians that were standing in its way. How many times would the heroes have to defeat the monster before it stayed dead!?

Previously, the heroes attended a soiree at the College of Bards and spoke to Le Papillon, the headmaster of the college, about the Arms of the Senhadrim, as well as the legends and myths about capturing and imprisoning souls. The headmaster offered access to the college’s archives. A Beauclairois trobairitz introduced herself to Quentin as Aubrey, who wanted to know more about him in order to compose a song in celebration of his betrothal. And bard by the name of Rigoletta caught the heroes’ attention because there was something strange about her.

Eighth Day, Second Ride, Autumn Twilight, 1262

(Silvermoon is waning, Bloodmoon is waxing, Darkmoon is in high sanction)

The heroes found themselves listening to the enchanting song of Rigoletta, the enigmatic bard that had so unnerved Neamhan. Emrys found himself somewhat lost in the song and forgot everything around him, including Neamhan who had turned back to her trueshape and was trying to warn her companions of the danger she believed the bard posed. Even Wynn came back and urged the others to leave because he had stumbled upon a corpse in the corridors of the college, and he wanted to be safe under the accords of the Careless Wanderer.

Each of the heroes was experiencing the song, and its meaning, in a slightly different way. For some it was pieced together of fragments they could understand of the archaic Lyrian, while for others it was translated by their Senhadrim weapon, either verbally or innately.

“When the scarlet rain falls,
and our ancestors rise again,
the tyrant king will take his throne,
and liberate us all from death.”

As heard by Neamhan

Quentin had noticed that his raven feather talisman had been humming underneath his shirt, and he took Emrys’ hand and put it on his chest, just as the song hit its climax. This seemed to shake Emrys from his reverie, but it took quite some convincing to disengage from Rigoletta. The heroes started moving towards the exit while the crowd was still applauding.

When the heroes left the ballroom there was a deep darkness which hung over the hallway beyond. A sound of heavy footsteps and a grating sound of iron upon stone could be heard coming from down the hallway. Not sparing it a second thought, Neamhan connected to the power of sunlight and filled the hallway with daylight, instantly revealing a hulking figure dressed in dark robes. The hood of the robes held a featureless face of flesh which shook the heroes. He held an oversized shovel in one hand, and the leg of a corpse in the other, both of which he casually dragged behind him. Wynn confirmed that the body the hulking brute was dragging was the dead body he had encountered.

“Beneath the scarlet rain’s descent,
Old voices stir, their strength unspent.
From silent graves our kin arise,
Their echoes burning in the skies.
Upon his throne, the tyrant stands,
Crowned not by love, but iron hands.
Yet through his reign, death’s grip will cease;
A bitter rule, a promised peace.”

As heard by Emrys

Weapons were drawn, spells unleashed, and Neamhan transfigured into the fearsome bulk of a long-toothed cat which hunted in the high reaches of her mountain home. Emrys summoned an abomination, conjured from the rubble of masonry, tiles, and glass which had been knocked loose in the fight. Momentarily, Emrys could not contain his intuition and his magic slipped out of control, leading to a surge of magic which summoned an apparition of a tall, statuesque woman he had seen before. She vowed not to let Emrys fall that night, and he felt immediately bolstered and reinvigorated.

The brute left through the hole in the wall and entered the courtyard, but the heroes managed to defeat it. As the heroes made their way across the courtyard, they noticed Rigoletta, who raised her hand and a body who had been crushed beneath the rubble obeyed her command rose again to stand at her side.

“And it shall come to pass in the latter days,
when the rain is turned to scarlet,
and the bones of the fathers are stirred from the dust.
Lo, they shall rise and walk upon the earth again.
Behold, the Tyrant King shall ascend his throne;
his sceptre forged in shadow, his crown forged in fire.
And by his hand the gates of death shall be broken,
and the captives shall be delivered from the grave.”

As heard by Quentin

By the time the heroes got to the Careless Wanderer, the bells struck twice. Durham grumpily opened the door and let the heroes in. It was late, and it was decided to have the debrief in the morning. Before departing for his nightly rest, Wynn claimed that he had seen a dead body which had been killed by a snake.

During the night the weather turned colder and stormier, leading to a blizzard in the morning. Strong gusts of wind and flurries of snow battered the coastal city of Kingsport. Despite the weather, Chakuq decided to pick up the talismans he had made from the teeth of Epidemius’ mount. Falka was studying several of her books, and did not seem to have any intention of leaving the hearthside that day. Luca was also studying, but he was meticulously drawing out arcane diagrams in the process. Neamhan, waking up only at the eighth bell — particularly late for her — decided to do the same, and sat with them to study the barkskin she had found in the library of the Newport vault.

When Emrys and Quentin finally joined the rest just after the tenth bell struck, the heroes decided to explain what had occurred at the College of Bards after Chakuq and Luca left. Neamhan was quite concerned for having wildshaped in front of strangers, and Quentin was keen on informing Cardinal Roark of the incident; he felt the behemoth was interfering with life and death. Rigoletta’s song also came up, and it became clear that each of the ones that overheard it had a slightly different interpretation of the lyrics.

Previously, previously spoke to the grand archmage of the Circle of Magi in order to learn more about the possibility of trapping Epidemius on the Book of Woe. They visited the College of Bards to talk to Le Pappilon, the legendary bard and headmaster of the college, to continue their search for myths and legends which might lead them to a plan to realise their plan.

Seventh Day, Second Ride, Autumn Twilight, 1262

(Silvermoon is waning, Bloodmoon is in low sanction, Darkmoon is waxing)

It was around 10th bell and well past curfew when the heroes found themselves still at the College of Bards. The ballroom was still filled with students and staff, all mingling, talking, debating, composing, performing, singing, dancing, and juggling.

The conversation with Le Papillon continued about the possibility of transferring a soul into an object.

Previously, Arkenward had explained to Quentin that all magical power, infernal, celestial, or demonic, was fuelled by souls; either your own, or that of others. He also warned Quentin that any ritual like the one used to create the Arms of the Senhadrim would require tremendous sacrifice. Quentin had refused to use innocent souls, and Dr. Arkenward had agreed that binding Epidemius to the mortal plane would make him killable, and that it might be their best chance, but that it would not leave the fiend powerless.

Chakuq was interested to hear from Andrew if he had gleaned any information about the horse hide book, and when he would start his research. He found Andrew among the people and stopped his revelry. Andrew asked Chakuq what he was hoping to find in the book, and he answered hat he was hoping to identify and trace any connections between what was written in the book and the songs of his people. Chakuq had seen some patterns and figures in the book that he recognised in some of the patterns woven into the clothing of the Tapika Runakuna. Andrew, in turn, said that he hoped that the book would teach a person on how to influence others through spoken word, though he did not provide any reason or evidence for saying so before he rejoined Emrys in song.

Quentin went to mingle and with the Beauclair troubadours in attendance to see if he could pick up some news and rumours. A young trobairitz named Aubrey, with brown hair, hazel eyes and a thin scar running the length of her jaw, came to Quentin ask him for some information on his adventures that she could use in a song she was composing. She was a Novice of Echoes, a first year’s student at the College of Bards, without a chosen path yet, and she wanted to perform the song at the feast planned at the Black Alder Farm in the honour of Lord Quentin and Lady Gwenaëlle. Quentin turned the tides on her and said that improvisation was the mark of genius, and she meekly admitted not to be a genius, just a hard worker. This convinced Quentin to allow her one question, which she went away to think about.

Luca and Chakuq felt no further need to stay at the soiree and convinced Neamhan to head back to the Careless Wanderer with them. Neamhan had lost track of Wynn and went to inform Emrys, who she felt was co-responsible for the decision to take the quickling along, and was surprised that Emrys was not at all concerned for Wynn’s safety.

On her way out, Neamhan felt an eerie unease coming from a woman standing near the exit. The woman had long, dark hair, big eyes, and a small mouth with stained lips. She was wearing a black corset over a white blouse, a short black, velvet jacket with poofy shoulders and silver stitching, and black knickerbockers with white stockings over black, lacquered shoes. She carried a lyre and a cup of wine and pretended not to notice Neamhan looking at her. Neamhan felt as if the woman was radiating a magic that was the antithesis of her own; not one of connection, but one of disconnection.

Chakuq had already left, but Luca was close by and Neamhan asked for some assistance as she went to confront the woman. With her usual abruptness she asked the woman “What are you?” She responded coyly and evasively, and betrayed a thick eastern accent; maybe Silesian, or Mazurian. She introduced herself as Rigoletta, and when Neamhan asked her what kind of magic she wielded, she said that she only used stories and song.

Neamhan tried to warn Quentin of the danger she saw in Rigoletta. She tried to do it surreptitiously by turning into a raven, but Quentin was distracted by the bards that had surrounded him and it took Neamhan a while before she finally got him to pay attention to Rigoletta.

Quentin was unwilling to engage Neamhan, and eventually Neamhan decided to leave it. Luca made his way back to the Careless Wanderer and realised that Rigoletta was likely one of the szygani. Neamhan also had a revelation; the eerie feeling she had felt with Rigoletta was the same feeling as when she had connected to the lands of Kingsport and felt the presence of death emanating from the palace.

Eighth Day, Second Ride, Autumn Twilight, 1262

(Silvermoon is waning, Bloodmoon is waxing, Darkmoon is in high sanction)

Just after twelfth bell, Aubrey returned to Quentin with her question; she asked what he could tell her about the Blood of Alban. Initially, Quentin gave her a short, somewhat dismissive, generic answer, but moved her away from the crowd to berate her for committing political suicide by seemingly choosing House Morvrayne over the much more powerful House Lys. Aubrey was too young and naïve to understand the mistake she had made, and broke down when Quentin urged her to leave the city before she found a Lys knife in her back. She had no coin, and was in no state to leave the city. She had spent all her coin on tuition and lodging and was leaving from meal to meal.

Emrys, eagle-eyed, noticed the conversation that Quentin and Aubrey were having and decided to create a distraction by duelling his lute against Lord Andrew’s. It worked, and it drew the attention of those remaining in the ballroom. This gave Quentin the opportunity to calm Aubrey down and tell her it would be okay. By way of Emrys, Quentin asked Lord Andrew to care for Aubrey and make sure she survived the night, which he did gracefully by leading her to his chambers and providing her a room and bed.

With Emrys and Lord Andrew no longer holding the spotlight, Rigoletta began to play her Lyre and sing a haunting song in archaic Lyrian, about a scarlet rain that was falling in the east which would soon bring back their ancestors. Hearing the song, Quentin realised that the talisman of raven feathers he had hidden under his shirt was humming discordantly.