Taking on Raiden’s Mission

Shortly after the group gets to the island, while Rask is on watch. Alexis comes and sits near Rask, looking out over the water.

“Red had Gus’s shield other when he dove into that water, like we had planned. Good for some things, but probably wouldn’t have saved him from being swallowed.”

“In hindsight, one of us should have been closer. I feel awful that I was helpless while gaseous.”

Alexis nods at the mantle across Rask’s shoulders.

“Raiden calls us to protect those in our care. The mantle is a symbol of that.”

“Carm probably needs to be protected first. Red second.”

“Can I count on you for that?”

Alexis waits for an answer from his companion.

Sights set on familiar distances

(During the leveling up 2 weeks)

The recent loss everyone has felt has effected Ethelred quite profoundly. The loss of the spyglass the object itself is noticeable. The spot he kept it in his pack, now empty. The replacement lens must find a new purpose.

But the sense that the true loss is that of gaining knowledge. The joy of going aloft into the treetops and peering deeply beyond ones eyesight. Forever that exact feeling is nothing but a memory.

But there are many paths to the same result. The path of the spyglass is closed. The path to have such knowledge is not.

Part of each day is spent in a tree, peering with his own eyes into the beyond. Up here there is little but endless shades of green, the occasional rocky outcropping, of course the mountain and birds. Many birds.

During the second week Red takes to feeding the local birds, meat, seeds, bugs. Whatever he can find. It is amusing to see them flutter around, weary but eager for the meal.

Ethelred takes a new interest in Gustav and Sally Crow. Watching the kinship. The sense Red gets is that Gustav and Sally can work together in a way non of us can.

“Gustav, what can you tell me about your relationship with Crow? I have taken less interest in her than others. But I see now, maybe for the first time really, that you and her have a… sense of each other?”

“What does that feel like?”

“What can you sense?”

Pre-Departure Checklist

The last morning at the camp, before anything comes down. Alexis has his notebook open on one knee and waits until the four of them are close enough that he doesn’t have to raise his voice.

“I’ve made a list. Two halves. The first half is things I need from you.”

He turns the notebook around long enough for them to see there’s a full page of it, then turns it back.

“The three of you. I’ve watched Rask these last weeks and I know what I’m getting. Gus, Carm, Red, I want the same from each of you before we walk. What advancements in your specialties?”

“The shield. We start at the knight’s cairn. Rask’s old shield is the other way to solve this, although it went with the horses, which is its own problem and further down the page.”

“Red’s armor. Rebuilt, replace, or we just move on with a more free-moving Red?.” Alexis moves on, but with a clear expectation that Ethelred will let him know.

“Food. Gus. Going north. How many days around for us to get from here to a place where we can easily get more food? How long do you need to get us the food we need?”

“The nature of Frostpass is an unknown in this when. I’ll put the ring to it after this to assess this.”

Alexis turns the page over.

“That’s what I need. The rest is what I want to know, and it’s in the order we’ll walk past it.”

“The tree that put me to sleep. I want to know if it’s still there, and whether it still has the same nature it had in our other time.”

“The undead knight and his horse. This relates to Red’s need for a shield, but I’m also curious to know the reality of this knight in our new when.”

“The Monastery site. An hour on the ‘old’ site. Notes, not digging.”

“When we are. The garden is less than a day past it, and further from Frostpass. We can look at Red’s bomba tree and see how tall it’s got. Carm, if a prayer gets us the same answer faster, I’m open to that.”

“The horses. Everything we didn’t carry in was on them, and we left them in the ‘old’ place. Rask’s shield. The glaive. So: are they here at all? If they are, then the road we took to Nodden-Torr got walked in this world too, and most of what happened to us happened. If there were never any horses, we’re standing somewhere I understand a lot less than I thought this morning.”

“Felsby. We’ve never been, but there’s a lot there.” He counts it off on his fingers. “Ingvar founded it. Bandesingh raided the town to end Torr’s line, because the sword had been Torr’s grandfather’s. Torr-van mended Dauntless there after the place had already fallen. There were gnolls under it digging for that sword, and when Bandesingh learned it was out of his reach he spent them on his working.” Alexis gives a shrug and a nod off to the side. “That’s a great deal of Bandesingh in one town.”

Alexis closes the notebook on his finger and looks between them.

“Anything to add?”

Pelts against the cold and more

(taking place as we get settled into our level up spot)

Red approaches Gustav

“Gustav, we both are without any protection from both enemies and the cold. Can we work together to fix this issue?

I would like to talk you about what you want from new armor? You seemed to always try and make yourself dirty, to dull the finish on your armor. Since I will be making the armor for you, let me know what I could do to make it work best for you.

For myself I need some very very fine armor. I doubt I will have the time right now to craft such armor. Time is always an issue.”

Red sighs and let’s his mind reflect on chronomancy.

The Making of the Fire Room Plan

After the group has retreated from the eruption of the fire bats from the fire lake, Alexis sits with the Crimson Calling on the steps between the two levels. He adjusts his whip.

“Good. Now we know what’s in the fire.” He looks at Rask, Gustav, and Ca’armine. “First, the bats. Then we try talking to the giant again.” A slight pause. “He must be desperate for conversation by now. Desperate might work in our favor.”

He glances up toward where the giant would be.

“How long does he think he’s been here?”

He lets that sit for a moment, then continues.

“If talking doesn’t work, we have options. That unnatural forest below, we can harvest from it. We could build a ballista again.” He waves a hand slightly. “Long shot.” Alexis looks at Ethelred “But maybe you can find something in that idea worth working with.” He looks at Ca’armine. “Raiden can reach him too. The determined wall of the north, your bolts. That right?”

“If it comes to it, we hit him from range, keep him from throwing those boulders, rest, come back the next day. Repeat. Not my preference, but it works.” A beat. “We might need more food if we’re doing this over days. Gus, you have options. Rask, Carm, you two as well?”

He looks at Gustav, Ethelred, then Rask.

“Any of you have anything that reaches at this range?”

Alexis takes a moment and looks at all his comrades. “But that’s just where I’m starting. Any other ideas? Rushing to the stairs? Blinding the giant somehow if we need to? Something else?”

Cut Off From the Raw Power of Aegir

“There’s something happening here, but what it is ain’t exactly clear.”

While Ethelred crafts his magical compass, Rask keeps watch, cleans his gear, tends to camp, and does his exercises much as he always does when the group camps. He prays to Raiden before and after his exercises and before he settles in for the night. He often joins Ca’armine in ritual prayers to Raiden. Those that might notice such things may see the look of concern and disappointment that occasionally flashes across his face when he uncharacteristically falters during his exercises, or even more rarely stumbles during chores. It is similar to they way he carried himself in the Grasslands on the way to the First Gate, but missing the bitter fury he carried then.

After a few days, and shortly after a round of prayers to Raiden, before settling in for the evening, Rask speaks to Ca’armine and Gustav.

“Ca’arm, do you understand what is going on here?” The question seem somewhat Rhetorical, and the warrior continues before Ca’armine can start to answer.

“I’m cut off from Raiden, or Aegir I guess?

Rask looks to Gustav briefly.

“Mage-Eye did say that my tattoos channeled the Raw Power of Aegir… Like I was in the Grasslands, I’m not as fast or as tough here. It feels like part of me is missing. I’m getting more used to it, but that… worries me that much more.”

Rask pauses and looks at the ranger and then the priest, more sad that worried, really.

“You two can stall call on The Power though, and when you do, I feel that connection again…”

Rask smiles wanly, recalling the comfort Raiden’s protections bring.

“I think Hadonis may not have been completely lying Brothers. This place… something is different here…”

He pauses, clearly asking for Ca’armine and Gustav’s thoughts this time,

“What do you think is going on here?” Rask guestures broadly

About to get Shafted

The group has been awake for a little while, moving through the quiet routines of breaking a camp that was never quite a camp. Eight plush chairs in a room that has no business existing where it does. Everyone present.

Alexis sits forward, elbows on knees, and tilts his hat brim up toward the shaft in the ceiling.

“Before we move, I want to talk about that hole.” He looks up at it for a moment. “There’s light up there. And this room is clean. No debris, no dust, nothing that should have fallen down from wherever that shaft goes.” A pause. “That’s worth understanding before we decide what to do with it.”

He looks around the group.

“Carm, I want to ask you something that might be a long shot. Your connection with Raiden,” he chooses his words carefully, “is there any chance he could tell us when we are? Not where. When.”

He looks back at the shaft.

“And does anyone have a way to learn more about what’s up there before we commit to anything? I’d rather know more than less before we start climbing.”

Taking A Deeper Step?

As the group is walking back from getting the third key of Nodden-Torr, Alexis brings up a question.

“I’ve been thinking about the ring.” He keeps looking straight ahead. “If I go deeper with it, it could help us understand what’s between us and Bandesingh, and what’s waiting for us when we get there. Same way Gus was the only one who could use Dauntless, I’m the only one who can use this. Red could get there someday, but he’d have to make some choices he hasn’t made. That’s not where he is.”

He’s quiet for a few steps.

“If it didn’t cost anything I wouldn’t be bringing it up. There would be moments where I’m looking at too many possibilities at once and I’d need someone to help narrow it down to a decision. Someone with a clear head and strong convictions who can cut straight to what matters.” He glances at Ca’armine. “That kind of thinking would be useful.”

He keeps walking, lets that settle.

“There’s no danger of the ring taking me over. Same as there was never any danger of Dauntless possessing Gus. This ring was forged for one purpose: knowledge in the service of keeping humanity alive. Red wants knowledge, full stop. The rest of you want to protect humanity, to varying degrees. I’m the only one who combines both enough that the ring and I are truly aligned.” He says it plainly, but something in his face tightens. “I wish that wasn’t true.”

He keeps his eyes on the tunnel ahead.

“This is one of the great artifacts humanity has ever made. We’re going after the Tear because it improves our chances against Bandesingh. Should we let me lean further into the ring for the same reason?”

He glances sideways at the group, still walking, clearly waiting.

Gustav’s Dream

Gustav falls asleep under the open sky. No chanting. No kneeling. Just a ranger’s rest beneath the stars and the trees. The forest does not seem to darken this night. It grows… attentive.

Gus opens his eyes. He is standing in a clearing. Everything is too green. Too vibrant. The air smells of pine sap and fresh rain but Gus does not trust this. He does not trust most magic and this smells mostly of magic. A massive oak tree suddenly stands before him, ancient and knotted. Its bark creaks.

A low voice emerges from the trunk…“Well, this is improper.” Gus blinks. The oak shifts uncomfortably. “We’re not supposed to talk.” From somewhere above, a crow caws. Then in a scratchy voice…“Definitely not supposed to talk.” Gus rubs his eyes. He sighs. More magic. And talking magic is always the worst. “I’m dreaming.” Gus says feeling vexed that this would be the dream he landed in. Surely he could have imagined he was at a nice wilderness inn with a flagon of ale and a bowl of hot…

The crow hops down to a branch just above him, interrupting Gus’s thoughts. “Obviously.” it says. The oak sighs deeply, sounding almost as vexed as Gus…“Very much dreaming.” Gus folds his arms and says indignitaly…“Trees don’t talk. At least not to me. Go bother Red. He likes talking to you.” The oak pauses. “Correct. We do not talk.” The crow nods. “Highly irregular.”

A moment of blessed silence follows. It is not long enough for Gus.

The crow tilts its head. “Do you want us to stop?” Gus hesitates feeling guilty that he does in fact want them to stop..“…maybe…uh yes!” The oak chuckles, bark splitting softly. Suddenly the forest closes in. The trees around him begin murmuring…a low, windlike conversation. Not words exactly. But understanding. Like a murmur of a friendly crowd, cheering Gus on. It is nearly unbearable for Gus.

The crow flutters down and lands on Gus’s shoulder. It is annoyingly familiar. “You are worried,” it says plainly. Gus shrugs. “There’s a storm coming.” it says. The oak hums..“There is always a storm coming.” The crow adds…“You don’t fear it.” Gus looks toward the horizon, and yes, now because they had to mention it in your dream he see dark clouds gathering beyond distant hills. Typical bad luck that comes from unnatural talking things that put storms in his dreams. “No. Just no. To all of it. No to the storm, no to you both talking, and no, of course I am not scared of a storm.” “You fear for them.” the oak and the crow say together. The clearing shifts.Gus sees faint silhouettes…his friends…Alexis studying items for the hidden secret meanings he is so sure exists, Red studying his scrolls endlessly as if the meaning of everything was hidden in the pen strokes on the page, Rask sharpening his blades to precision, and Ca’armine kneeling in prayer.

The crow leans closer. “You are not afraid to die.” The oak rumbles warmly. “You are afraid they might.” Gus swallows. He hates it when the talking things are right.

The forest quiets. The crow hops down. “Prove to yourself it’s a dream.” Gus squints.“…What?” The oak creaks. “Ask for something.” The crow smirks in a very crow-like way. “Something small.” Gus hesitates. He does not like these games. Even if he is asleep he doubts he is getting much rest with all this noise in his head. “…An empty chair.” Gus finally says. Instantly, behind him a wooden chair appears. Perfectly worn. Sturdy. Familiar. He slowly turns, an idea forming in his head…“…A small flagon of ale.” A cool weight appears in his hand. He lifts it. It smells exactly right. “…And a bowl… of hot boiled turnips.” The crow freezes.“…Turnips?” The oak groans. “How did you know he was thinking of that?” The crow fluffs its feathers indignantly. “I did not know about the turnips.” it caws indignantly. A wooden bowl appears on a stump beside the chair. Steam rises from the turnips. Gus stares.“huh…This isn’t real.” The oak responds gently…“No.” The crow nods. “But what it means is.”

The clearing opens beyond Gus as he sits down on the comfortable chair. The forest spreads out untouched, endless, green, alive. No rot. No undead. No red iron. No Dark Hand. No cities! Just wilderness waiting to be walked. Now if Gus could just remember to ask the talking things to shut up this could turn into a rather pleasant dream. The dream spirits really should have led with this. Still, far on the horizon is that terrible looking storm. The talking things said Gus was not afraid of the storm which is true, but it sounded like his friends might be in trouble. That would not be good. They may get wet but he will make sure they stay safe. He always does.

The crow looks toward the horizon. “You will not stop the storm.” The oak adds…“But storms pass.” The crow leans in annoyingly closer. “And trees remain.” The oak speaks one final time…“You are not meant to be the lightning.You are meant to be the roots.”

The chair creaks softly beneath Gus.The ale tastes perfect. The turnips are, regrettably, excellent. The crow sighs contentedly on Gus’s shoulder. Gus is slightly less annoyed now that they have stopped talking again.

“When the shadows in the storm come,” the crow says quietly, “Stand between them and your friends.” The oak hums agreement. “That is enough.” the crow says. The clearing suddenly begins to fade. A half eaten turnip disappears from Gus’s hand before he can take another bite and he drops to the ground as the chair vanishes. Typical. Must be fey nearby. He will need to warn the others when he wakes up. Right before the dream ends the crow speaks once more, even as Gus finds himself wishing that it was the first thing to disappear. “Next time ask for stew.” it caws.

Gus opens his eyes and is so happy to find that his Crow has not in fact learned to talk like a human. The trees are back to being quiet as well, and Gus hopes they have learned their lesson and stay that way. It really is better for everyone and no one has the patience to listen to a tree. Gus is so happy that he isn’t hearing voices from things that are not supposed to speak that he almost forgets about his dream. Almost.

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”