Category: RPG

Previously, Quentin and the heroes visited the diplomatic delegation from Beauclair at the Black Alder farm north of Kingsport. Lord Dorian’s mood, while initially warm and , quickly turned hard when it appeared that his goals were not aligned with those of his son.

Fifth Day, Second Ride, Autumn Twilight, 1262

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

The city was cold and empty as night was falling. Crownsguard were hurrying people along, back to their houses, while lamplighters were tending to the lanterns and braziers that kept the main streets lit. The warnings of the crownsguard about the resurgence of plague maidens in Grimsdown was echoing in their minds as the heroes arrived back at the Careless Wanderer. Inside, it was warm and inviting, with several regulars quietly spending time together. Lord Andrew had come by, eager to hear the gossip from the delegation. Dame Pauline was dining by herself. Falka had her feet up at the hearth while reclined in a chair, reading through a stack of books she had brought back from the vault. And Céleste was seated by herself, enjoying a glass of wine while staring out of a window at the darkness beyond.

The heroes spent some time discussing the resurgence of the plague maidens in the city. Chakuq and Neamhan had never heard of them, let alone encountered them, so the rest of the companions were able to share what they knew. Plague maidens, also called pesta by some, were spirits that were drawn to sites of disease and death and carried pestilence in their wake. It was clear to all that in order to get rid of the plague maidens the underlying problem would need to be addressed, which seemed to be the grasp that Epidemius still had on the city.

Emrys had a flashback to the things he saw on the other side of the portal through which Epidemius wanted to make his escape. Feeling unsettled he made his way to the bar where he, together with Durham and Lord Andrew, shared a glass of mediocre wine. It was the best that the tavern could offer because Céleste had bought up all the decent wines, seemingly in the entire city! It was clear to Chakuq, who had gotten the slightest glimpse of what lay beyond the portal, understood what had shaken Emrys to such stillness. The Silesian noticed the slightest tremble in Emrys’ lower lip whenever he spoke.

Once steadied, Emrys returned to the rest of the companions. Quentin had asked Emrys whether the group should retreat to his luxurious room above the stables so that they may avoid prying eyes and piercing ears, and Emrys was once again in control of his faculties and lead the companions up.

Once in the room, Chakuq found a spot in a corner where the wall was warm from the kitchen’s chimney right below, and found that the dragonling that followed Luca around had similar ideas. It eagerly curled up in his lap and promptly closed its eyes and started purring like a cat.

Neamhan, attuned to the sound, heard the softest tingling of windchimes come from the rafters of the room, but could not spot the quickling anywhere.

The companions spoke about Epidemius and when he would return to Kingsport for his book. It would be another seven days before the Darkmoon’s cycle would be complete, giving them some time to deal with the delegation.

Quentin summed up his thoughts on his father, his father’s goals, and the challenge that lay before him; his father, and by extension his house, did not have any power, though his father was fooled into believing he did. His father believed that the key to solidifying the power he believe he had was to relinquish Róisín to House Lys, which was not something that Quentin was willing to do. Chakuq seemed to have picked up on a distinction he wanted clarified; did Quentin not want to give up on Róisín, or was he not able to? To which Quentin admitted he did not want to.

Neamhan, who had stopped paying attention to the conversation the moment it became too political, had started to focus on Toruviel, sitting in its beautiful scabbard. Emrys noticed her focus and offered to tell her more about the sword when there was a moment available.

When Quentin was lamenting about his father’s reluctance to listen, Neamhan mumbled that it reminded her of her own father. Quentin picked up on it and wanted to know more, but Neamhan was unwilling to engage. The conversation continued and this time it became clear that there had been a change in Astrid’s demeanour. Normally dispassionate, her eyes had focused on the middle distance and she was rubbing her wrists, as if dealing with an old injury. Neamhan, snapped Astrid out of her reverie and asked her bluntly whether she had ever been captured, suspecting that her wrists may have been bound in the past. Astrid’s face went dark as she admitted that she had, and that the talk about fathers had forced her to remember some unpleasant memories.

Meanwhile, Quentin entertained the idea of getting a note to Ser Croy without Monsieur Beauregard noticing. Quentin trusted the old knight and thought that it would be good to catch up with him away from the Beauclairois at the Black Alder farm. Neamhan offered to sneak the note to Ser Croy, but Chakuq suggested using Dame Pauline and make a public showing of summoning the knight, allowing Quentin to exercise his power. Quentin was unsure about using Dame Pauline, suggesting that she was his father’s bannerette. Astrid scoffed at the notion;

“If you think that Pauline is your father’s bannerette more than she is yours, you’re even dumber than you look.”

– Astrid, Fifth Day, Second Ride, Autumn Twilight, 1262

The conversation returned to Epidemius after Astrid assured Quentin that the heroes were able to deal with both the delegation as well as Epidemius’ return the next ride. Emrys reminded everyone that Epidemius’ goal was not death, but rather to study disease so that it maybe used “to oppose the great desolation.” This resulted in a quick explanation of the differences between demons and devils for the benefit of Chakuq and Neamhan.

Réonan had explained to Emrys that something was wrong; that Epidemius should not have been able to cross the Seal of Divine Animus, and that it must have taken an enormous sacrifice to make it happen. In turn, Luca was reminded that the heroes’ return from Old Llygad took an fey crossing and a large sacrifice as well. He was also reminded of the ghost orchids; flowers that grew in places of blood sacrifice, and he mused that the flower might allow the heroes to do the same; cross the Seal.

When Lord Andrew could be heard singing downstairs the companions decided to go down. Neamhan heard the first peal of thunder coming from the south as a storm rolled in from the gulf. She stayed behind with Emrys and spoke to him about Toruviel. She was keen to learn more about the blade, about its origin, and about the soul inside it. Emrys, initially hesitant, unsheathed the blade and communed with Toruviel and introduced Neamhan. Toruviel seemed more focused than the normally aloof blade. In the past communication with the blade had been slow, vague, and almost dream-like, but it had grown sharper and clearer over the past couple of rides.

When Toruviel was confronted with Neamhan it revealed that it recognised her to be aen gwynt and revealed that it too had been one of the sky elves. It was as surprised to learn about that fact as Emrys was. It explained that it was growing stronger, which it likened to waking up from a deep sleep. It believed that its power was connected to Emrys’ power, and that it would not be long before it would be able to speak and introduce itself to the rest of the heroes.

Toruviel also revealed that this was not just true for itself, but also for Blackstar, Muirgheal, and even Lash and the Twins, referring to the whip that the heroes had taken off of the dreadlord, and the twin swords that Lord Marcus had retrieved from below Lynnecombe. It would be true for all the Arms of the Senhadrim, Toruviel claimed. When asked to make a guess at how many others there were, it said;

“I do not remember enough to make an estimate, but I know enough for an exact number; there are one-hundred-and-forty-four Arms of the Senhadrim.”

– Toruviel, Fifth Day, Second Ride, Autumn Twilight, 1262

The blade explained that sometimes memories would come to it in a moment. Toruviel recounted the moment that it realised that it was a person; it was when Emrys had escorted Quentin to the rookery in Quayhill where they had encountered an elf that shared its name. That was also the day that the blade started speaking to Emrys, it claimed.

Lastly, Toruviel shared that it believed that in order to understand on how to deal with Epidemius they would have to find and understand the nature and provenance of the Liber Bubonicus, the Book of Woe.

“I am a child of whimsy. I believe that any innocence which can be saved today is preferable over a theoretical salvation in the future.”

– Toruviel, Fifth Day, Second Ride, Autumn Twilight, 1262

Previously, Quentin was summoned to the Black Alder Farm outside of Kingsport, where the newly arrived Beauclair delegation had made camp. The reception was underwhelming, and the heroes spoke with Lord Dorian, who was pleased to be reunited with his son. Despite his father’s warm welcome, Quentin was distrustful of his motives.

Fifth Day, Second Ride, Autumn Twilight, 1262

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

After Lord Dorian and Quentin had a chance to catch up in private, they joined the rest of the heroes and moved to a more private seating room, deeper inside the manor hours of Black Alder farm. Introductions were made, with varying degrees of success.

Chakuq started off, and Lord Dorian accepted his credentials as a mercenary. Luca introduced himself with his recently acquired title as Baronet of Evenshade Hall, but this did not seem to spark the deference from Lord Dorian that he would have expected.

Emrys had rapidly picked up the etiquette of Beauclair and introduced himself with all the fanfare that was expected. Lord Dorian responded very well to it, getting up out of his seat and shaking Emrys’ hand. Lord Dorian had heard stories about his exploits and encouraged him to walk the camp and talk to the troubadours and trobairitz.

Astrid introduced herself without too much fanfare, instead telling Lord Dorian what a great warrior and leader Quentin was. Neamhan managed a proper bow and a hesitant introduction. Lord Dorian smoothed over her lack of grace by taking her hands in his, giving them a gentle squeeze and telling her how happy he was to see her again. Neamhan noticed that the blisters on his hands, wrists and forearms were slowly healing and again offered to provide her aid. Again, he politely declined.

The tension had been rising since the arrival at the farm, but it reached a boiling point when the conversation turned to relinquishing Róisín to House Lys. Quentin dismissed the idea, explaining to his father that the blade was “no longer the Fleur de Lys.” The subtleties of what Quentin was saying were lost on Lord Dorian, and made even harder to detect by Luca’s insistence that Quentin not part with the blade, due to how powerful its magic was.

When Monsieur Beauregard asked how Quentin was proposing to keep the ancestral blade from its rightful owners, Quentin’s temper had already risen past the point where he noticed the calm and open manner in which the question was asked. Instead, Quentin drew attention to the lack banners, colours, or livery and asked to understand what his function was at the meeting. Monsieur Beauregard explained that he was the spymaster to House Lys. Quentin said it was inappropriate for Monsieur Beauregard to be present during the conversations, at which point the polite gentleman requested leave and withdrew once it was granted. Before he departed he offered that he considered himself an ally, and that his question deserved some consideration.

Lord Dorian’s frustration had grown. Father and son continued to argue, and Quentin stood his ground while his father insinuated that the renown of the Heroes of the White Eye was due in some part to his efforts. Communication continue to deteriorate until Lord Dorian reminded Quentin that he had not been part of House Morvrayne since he foolishly accepted Lady Gwenaëlle’s quest and left Beauclair, leaving Lord Dorian to deal with the consequences. The only thing that has saved Quentin, Lord Dorian reasoned, was that against all odds he had been successful. If Quentin now decided not to relinquish the blade, he may as well have died in the attempt to retrieve it for all good it would do.

Softening his tone, Lord Dorian reminded Quentin that he loved him, that he was happy to be reunited with him, and that he could take his time, to walk the camp and get to know the people in the camp. But he urged Quentin to accept that the blade was not, and has never been, the goal of House Morvrayne.

When the heroes departed, Neamhan bumped into a familiar man in the lobby; a portly, moustachioed man whom had been sentenced for insubordination when Neamhan had been in the delegation’s camp several days prior. He had sold wine from the caravan’s provisions, which had been explicitly forbidden. He was punished by having his thumbs removed, and the man had both his hands bandaged. Neamhan made an attempt to aid the man, which he declines. She settled for sharing some goodberries with him instead, but Neamhan feared it would not do him any good while Epidemius continued to lay siege to the city.

When the heroes gathered their mounts and rode out, they laid witness to a group of people surrounded two duellists who were patiently circling one another. One of the spectators was Lady Gwenaëlle, who noticed Quentin and looked his way. Both of them did not spare each other a warm look.

A decision was made to get off the road to talk away from prying eyes. Between the farm and the river crossing the heroes bound their horses up and walked out into the heath. Astrid stayed with the horses, while Luca urged them all to stand in the shallow stream of a tributary, claiming that any magical eavesdropping would be made harder by the flow of the water.

The conversation was mostly about whether Lord Dorian was to be trusted, and could be considered an ally to the heroes. Parting with Róisín was not a consideration, even though it was an option, unlike Emrys’ bond with Toruviel.

The group was disturbed by an eavesdropper in the undergrowth, and between Neamhan shifting into an enormous eagle, Emrys drawing his blade and taking to the sky, and Astrid’s cat-like reflexes, the man was soon caught. The young man’s name was Hubert, looked to be a scout for the delegation, and said he hailed from the Asterac hills, which Quentin knew to be lands belonging to House Lys. He had been instructed by Monsieur Beauregard to keep an eye on the heroes, and to verify that they were staying at the Careless Wanderer.

This is when Quentin introduced a surprising new direction; radical honesty. He instructed the scout to go back to the spymaster and confirm that the heroes were indeed staying in the Careless Wanderer, and to offer him an invitation to come and talk. Any questions could be asked openly, but covert surveillance would not be tolerated.

The heroes returned to the city, and as they approached North Gate, they were cautioned by crownsguard halberdiers who warned them to steer clear of Grimsdown as there was another resurgence of plaguemaidens after Epidemius appeared at Steward’s Square. The heroes hurried down the cobbled streets as darkness was falling. When they reached the Careless Wanderer, and walked into it’s warm embrace, the peal of thunder could be heard as a storm rolled in from the bay.