From fire through water to ice

While we wait to climb the stairs again and face the wrath of the fire…

Red sits and spreads a few of his items in front of him.

He sets the wooden bowl in his lap.

He sprinkles a bit of silver dust into the bowl.

He lets out a few drops of water into the bowls.

He places the blue stone he has on top of the silver dust.

He take out the lens of his bulls eye lantern and sets into the bowl on top the blue stone.

He holds a clear crystal at arm length above the bowl.

Long he spends just sitting in that position. Holding open in his mind and how he is able summon a flame.

Long he concentrates on the effects of water.

Long he concentrates on how he is able to flow between heat and cold.

Long he concentrates on the effects of fire.

Long he breathes.

Long his takes his mind back in time to the crystal with the man frozen. The moment when he touched the crystal and was transported into cold.

Long he takes mind mind back to the cold from the wolf that shielded them from the danger of the Orcs.

Long he dwells on the true distance between flame and ice.

Slowly he evokes and slowly he attempts to bring forth a cold ‘flame’ from within.

An anchor we hadn’t considered

After we descend from the fire room fleeing from the bats.

“Alexis, we have talked about what ‘anchor’ we might use to return to our own time. We have also talked about how Hedonis is diligently still pursuing us.

We have, up to this point, assumed he was trying to follow in our tracks and head us off on our path to the tear.

But there are more than one way to catch us.

What if he is building a new working. A summoning not of demons, but of us.

Hedonis wants us to return to him, in this time…. with the Tear in hand.

What if we plan on that. We use Hedonis as our anchor. We create a plan to beat him at his own game?

It might be a long shot, but it also might be the one real shot we have to return home with the Tear and to actually keep it.”

A chair for Ethelred

After the conversation about the ‘anchor’ dies down. Red’s mind turn to materials.

“Alexis, I want to take apart one of these chairs. Materials might be tight soon. These chairs seem sturdy, worth gathering what I can.

In the past you have been.. reluctant for me to take things apart.

A chair for future makings?”

The Anchor we don’t have

After the conversations have died down in the room with many fine chairs Ethelred waits for everyone to settle down to sleep. Red nudges Alexis to make sure he is awake. In a low tone he speaks.

“So a lot of words were said about Hedonis and his possible plans. And while we know little there is one part of his story the rings true. For what ever other reasons he wanted us to fight the Giants, the one reason he did state I believe. The part about needing an anchor.

It is just such a specific claim. He could of said anything as justify to killing the giants, why that one very clear goal?

I have gone over all my inventory in my mind trying to piece together what ‘anchors’ we might have. When we passed through that strange metal door things changed. This room feels out of place, different than where we were just before.

When we find the Tear how will we escape? Hedonis said little but made it clear that there was something different about where the Tear is. That an ‘anchor’ was needed to get ‘back home’.

We should have some solutions to this riddle before we are faced with a rushed decision.”

The hour glass

As we peer into the strange room with the hour glass.

“Alexis, I would strongly advice we attempt to solve this room and gain that hourglass. Given the power of the scrying ball and all the time effects in this dungeon. Having that hourglass could turn out to be very helpful.

Thoughts?”

Finding the 3rd key

We reach the strange metal door for the 3rd time. Ethelred turns to Ca’armine.

“Ca’armine you mentioned detecting for keys. I might have been too hasty in dismissing your idea. We have gone through some trouble to get here and not yet found the 3rd key.

Detecting for the 3rd key might be our best option. It would be a shame to leave this area hoping the key is beyond the door we skipped, only to be wrong.

Alexis, what do you think?”

Wet, pages, scrolls, fire, damp, reading, smoke, ash, steam

Ethelred is mostly in his own world for two weeks. As the rest of the crew works on their things, he pays little attention. Breaks are only taken in the evening to eat and catch up. Mostly he inquires how the mushroom gathering is going, how the metal filing is going. That we have enough wood and water. Eats a little as possible. Instead he sharpens the wood ax, inspects the metal file, cleans the shovel and breathes.

He ensure the fire is always lit, that water is always boiling. Red is constantly damp, and warm. Like a candle made of water. Ash on his fingers, ash on he face. Yet always clean for the evening meal.

His book is out and he seems to be writing everyday, often into the night. Some nights he sleeps not at all. Just tends to the fire, ensure the water stays hot with steam. The fire and the water. Opposites that fit together so easy when approached correctly.

With all the work, he does seem content, absorbed with study. Burning the candle of the day at both ends. Swimming into the pages of the scrolls. Climbing the ink blots of his book of spells. Burning his flesh, searing his hair.

The days go by consulting the scrolls, writing, reading, stoking the fire, keeping water boiling, reading, writing, fire, water, ash, smoke.. over and over again.

Until the end approaches. He lets the water steam away, lets the fire turn to ash. When everyone is asleep late in the night he brings forth fire as if to light a knife, but instead he folds the fire into a small pool of water in a wooden cup he made. The water rests, a bit less fluid than normal water, with a tint of color. He waves his hands, recites a word, swirls the cup and steam erupts above the rim, leaving behind the hint of warmth and a bit of dampness.

With a sigh of relief Red cleans up and gets a good rest for what feels like the first time in weeks. Tomorrow he will be able to use the stone to gain the next set of scrolls.

Before the brewing can begin

The morning after the talk about brewing potion Ethelred approaches both Ca’ramine and Gustav.

“Gentlemen if we are to brew potions we will need supplies! Beyond the mushrooms I have continued to ask for, with limited returns, I will require more items.

  • 5 bunny skins each larger than a foot
  • a fist sized ball of honey
  • bark of the toughest tree you can find
  • mushrooms of all kinds
  • fat from any animal, deer or rabbit would be best

Next Red turns to Alexis and Rask.

“You can aid in the brewing of potion by grinding metal to powder. Here are 3 bags one for copper, silver and gold. The files. If you need coins search the horse bags. We can never had too much”

A Moment Each Morning Praising the Protection of Raiden

Red feels like the conversations the group has had about Raiden’s protection have been fruitful. Each morning after breakfast he gathers the faithful of Raiden to reflect on Raiden and recite the song Ca’armine has created (Alexis is welcome of course).

Red keeps a watchful eye on Rask, noting his tone, posture, tension. During Red’s watches at night he stays near Rask. Not wanting more dark murmurs to go noticed.

Red is tempted to ask Alexis to grant him the wisdom of the past, to recall more precisely what Rask was like before the encounter in the spiders area. But something stops Red, something seems off about such a step. This task must be done with the blessings of Raiden. And this thought, inspires Red.

Red takes a piece of the wood from Gustav’s Glade to Raiden from his pack. He carves a small shield with the symbol of Raiden’s protection on it. Make sure to keep all the shavings from the carving. He takes his time crafting this totem. The symbol must be just right, the shield shape just so. As he does this carving he recites to himself the song of protection to Raiden. The wood yields in way that seems odd, as if ready for the task.

The shield takes days to make. Red is not in a hurry. He continues to keep watch on Rask during his breaks from the scroll. He continues to gather the group. He continues to try and keep Raiden protection present.

Finally one morning after reciting the song Red offers the shield to Rask.

“Rask I have a small offering for you. The protection of Raiden takes many forms. But the shield seems the most fitting. Here is a small shield of Raiden I made of wood. I wish it was of metal, but I lack those tools at the moment. But the wood is from the Glade of trees Gustav created in honor of Raiden. It can be worn on the breast of your cloak, if you like?”

Stolen Wild Horse Murder Chaos

One afternoon on break from scrolls Red approaches Alexis. Red is peering out across the plains scanning all around with his spy glass as if looking for something.

“Alexis…. I am worried a bit. I know you and Rask wanted horses. But…. I am concerned. The how we got those horses… the death.. the stealing.

Let me back up… The Westlands is known for two things. Slaves being stolen. And Horses.

The horses we have just seem like horses to me. But I am guessing that Westlanders would see them differently. I bet that when we get to Ghanil someone will recognize these horses… at least where they are from.

Worst would be if word of the killing had reached Ghanil. Then the stealing and the murder

it could be messy”

During all of this Red continues to scan the horizon looking for something