Session 51
General Summary
Shimmering like the moon, the great silver greatwyrm lifted her head, taking to the sky alongside Caliban to fly among the stars for a brief moment. From within her sleeve, Two produced a vial of her blood, handing it to Ghilani. Although Ghilani believes that he really didn't do much – it was all Moira – Two commented that it was The Deep End that traveled to Kar's domain and into the temple. Now that the Lunar Queen is awake, she plans to sit and have tea with her... they have a lot of catching up to do.
Upon his return, Caliban commented that Philphrosyne, the Lunar Queen, was the first of the great dragons to be elevated to greatwyrms. As such, her powers are perhaps more deeply bound to his own. When Kar was mentioned, Caliban believes that the Lunar Queen should know... but perhaps the Deep End can handle that conversation?
Although Caliban is a god, is he really aware of his region? Technically, yes, though perhaps he's not looked beyond his temple walls in some time. He sees people's possible fates... and sometimes that can be overwhelming. Going into the New District might be a bit too much for the god at the moment, but he was willing to meet the Ladies of the Stars. But he's not Caliban, he's Cal, a cool hermit they found in the mountains.
On the topic of the High Oracle, Caliban asked for the Deep End's opinion on the current High Oracle. Would you have this individual be made a High Oracle in true? Would Moira want and be willing to serve as a High Oracle? Or, if you could elevate someone to serve the position, who would you choose? Caliban seemed receptive to the Deep End's opinions, particularly Moira's.
Caliban suspects that the other gods may also have had their memories altered in some way, especially those regarding the Dread King's War. If Carmenthia doesn't know and Caliban cannot see it... something is clearly afoot, at least in Caliban's opinion. He would like to know what happened, requesting that they continue to decipher the journal. Find out what happened in the Wasteland. Perhaps Dysis knew something and if she did, it would lie within the coded entries of the journal. Caliban always suspected she was something more than even his High Oracle.
The Deep End returned to the Ladies of the Stars and invited Caliban (Cal) to enjoy the sacred MegaMat. Gods, however, do not need to sleep, though he seemed somewhat appreciative of the invitation after the initial awkward and confused response. Caliban doesn't seem to hate or dislike any gods, but he commented that you shouldn't engage Ragna when she's a creature composed entirely of fire and that Nacheevi likes technology, when it adheres to his strict order of advancement.
Before falling asleep, Moira spoke with Yue and brought Caliban to speak with her.
Moira found herself speaking with a shadow of the fragment within her. Although it has tried to be gentle... it seems its patience has expired. Widow returned to Six's shop. Yet it was Therarask's voice that drowned out the tabaxi blood witch... and burning scratches down his back to leave a mark, a reminder. Returning to an old classroom, Ghilani found another teacher composed entirely of blood. Choosing to protect his friends... a surge of power flowed through the blood in his veins. Newt recalled old memories with Thyron and Volo... and perhaps a vision of what could have been. No matter what, Atu's blood runs through your veins. In the morning, the swarm had grown, but voices emerged from the cacophony of their noise. Amidst their dance, gold and orange merged.
Moira spoke with Rani. She's concerned that she no longer has a choice in the whole "possession" affair. She later found Caliban – who spent his morning firing a shotgun with Newt. The God of Fate plans to move the Ladies of the Stars to his temple on the mountaintop. They are a small enough group and he could use people still devoted to him to help rebuild his temple to its former glory... or at least to make it a bit more homely. He then asked if Moira was willing to put her mother back into the "spotlight" of the New District. Moira agreed if Yue was willing. After hearing that Moira believes she no longer has a choice with the fragment, Caliban gifted her a fragment of starlight so he might see her should she vanish from his view. The ball of starlight formed into a small bird that eagerly hopped into Moira's hands.
Heading back to the New District, there's plenty of gossip about the Black Dragon Clan as well as Parvathian propositioning tourists once more leading up to the Festival.
At the Moon Guard complex, the party met with Nadeen who escorted them to meet with his mother, the Grand Admiral. She is very committed to reforming Caliban like she cleaned up Dragontide. She does not appreciate the shadowy practices that have been allowed to fester and spread through the undercurrents of Caliban. When Ghilani asked about the rumors that were circulating, she explained that she did what was needed to keep her son safe. Interpret that as you will. When asked if there was anything the Deep End could do for her, the Grand Admiral remarked that she knows someone in the Moon Guard was paid off to allow Porysis to pass, though she has been unable to determine where specifically he went. If there is any information on his movements or where his ship docked... she would appreciate that being shared. As a symbol of the Bronze Dragon Clan's protection (and hers specifically), she sent her husband to accompany the Deep End at least until nightfall.
Although loyal to the Grand Admiral, her new husband does hold some belief that his wife is perhaps better suited to take to the seas in pursuit of the escaped Pirate Lord. Regardless, he will follow her where she goes. He can serve the Lunar Queen wherever on the continent he may travel.
After leaving the Moon Guard, Newt noticed a halfling make eye contact before vanishing into the crowd. Apparently, it's not necessarily black dragonborn they should be looking out for. There are eyes everywhere on Porcelain Avenue.
Arriving at the Gold Dragon Clan Estate, it is practically a town in its own right with various gardens, immaculate homes, and open tea lounges. Apparently, rumors have spread about Xanthe losing his top at some scaleless tourists. Whatever happened to make him lose his cool? He used to be so level-headed. I suppose they each handle the stress in their own ways.
Upon approaching the palace, the guard at the gate seemed to recognize Ghilani after giving him a quick once over. Entering a gorgeous "throne room", a regally dressed gold dragonborn strolled by, engaged in a heated conversation with her handmaids. "If he's already started drinking, he cannot attend the Festival. I will go in his stead." She paused after noticing the new additions to the space, offering a graceful bow before moving down one of the hallways.
Ghilani found himself brought to a very large parlor, outfitted with a large bookshelf, a fire, and a painted portrait of three gold dreagonborn hanging over the mantle. A young Parvathian holds a very young gold dragonborn in the portrait. Following the sound of a large thud, Ghilani entered Parvathian's bed chamber to find the typically regal gold dragonborn face-down on the ground, a bottle of very expensive spilled sake bottle nearby. Attempting to play off his level of intoxication, Parvathian humored Ghilani's questions about "what he liked to do". It seems the gold dragonborn is fond of weaving.
The rest of the Deep End gained a conversation with Cyra, who is always happy to entertain those representing a High Council member. The young gold dragonborn is very polished, regal, and polite with an air of grace around her. She spoke very candidly about her studies in Eredet and how she believes it has prepared her to handle her own against the political powerhouses of the Council. She believes a firm hand can return Caliban to its honorable, venerable past. Although not entirely opposed to slavery, she believes that only those truly guilty of the most heinous crimes should spend their days atoning through service. She would see an end to all other forms of the practice. Despite her youth, she seems confident. Plus, by starting so young, she has plenty of years to enact her change.
Despite note being a practitioner of the arcane, Parvathian keeps a large amount of tomes and texts on magic. When asked, he remarked that the runes are often an inspiration for patterns. While Ghilani showed him some magic, he took the opportunity to get quite close to the "pretty elf". Slightly more sober, Parvathian apparently sees his entire life as a job. Xanthe was supposed to be the head of the Clan, but it was Parvathian who had to step up and do whatever was needed of him. The Festival of Fates is a reminder that his life has never been his own. Ghilani asked if Parvathian would like to be friends. Parvathian responded with a yes that applied that maybe that's not exactly what he wants. The gold dragonborn agreed to meet Ghilani's friends... assuming it would earn him some points.
Cyra expressed that she has a... gut feeling, per se, that something is wrong with Shenzi. It's not the teeth or the size... just a look in her eye. She feels validated that Jahdiel also expressed concerns. Should you need to contact her, send a message to one of her handmaids.
In one of the tea lounges, the Deep End met with Parvathian. The slightly drunk dragonborn seemed to course correct quickly, adopting a regal posture and playing the role of host. After being prodded by Ghilani to open up and "be himself", he changed his answer from "looking forward to the Festival" to "I don't really much care for it." He informed Moira, very seriously, she perhaps she should be careful wearing that armor. He seemed to laugh at Newt's impression of Tetsuya, though quickly reprimanded him. He also offered to speak to Xanthe, perhaps you may burn your fate in the Temple's fire. And, should anything truly bad happen, he has the power to save them from the jaws of slavery. When asked if there was anything the Deep End could do for Parvathian specifically, he assured them there wasn't... but then politely told them to leave him with Ghilani.
The Deep End went off to entertain themselves in the archery range with Moira trying to shoot Newt's shotgun. Ghilani walked Parvathian back to his room and asked him to really think about what he wants... it was a good first date, though. Ghilani gave Parvathian a peck and his brooch. Parvathian agreed, seemingly very interested in a second date.
Reunited in the Gold Dragon Clan estate, the sun begins its descent. The Festival of Fates draws near. Moira prayed to Caliban. Perhaps save a spot for Xanthe in the temple?
Upon his return, Caliban commented that Philphrosyne, the Lunar Queen, was the first of the great dragons to be elevated to greatwyrms. As such, her powers are perhaps more deeply bound to his own. When Kar was mentioned, Caliban believes that the Lunar Queen should know... but perhaps the Deep End can handle that conversation?
Although Caliban is a god, is he really aware of his region? Technically, yes, though perhaps he's not looked beyond his temple walls in some time. He sees people's possible fates... and sometimes that can be overwhelming. Going into the New District might be a bit too much for the god at the moment, but he was willing to meet the Ladies of the Stars. But he's not Caliban, he's Cal, a cool hermit they found in the mountains.
On the topic of the High Oracle, Caliban asked for the Deep End's opinion on the current High Oracle. Would you have this individual be made a High Oracle in true? Would Moira want and be willing to serve as a High Oracle? Or, if you could elevate someone to serve the position, who would you choose? Caliban seemed receptive to the Deep End's opinions, particularly Moira's.
Caliban suspects that the other gods may also have had their memories altered in some way, especially those regarding the Dread King's War. If Carmenthia doesn't know and Caliban cannot see it... something is clearly afoot, at least in Caliban's opinion. He would like to know what happened, requesting that they continue to decipher the journal. Find out what happened in the Wasteland. Perhaps Dysis knew something and if she did, it would lie within the coded entries of the journal. Caliban always suspected she was something more than even his High Oracle.
The Deep End returned to the Ladies of the Stars and invited Caliban (Cal) to enjoy the sacred MegaMat. Gods, however, do not need to sleep, though he seemed somewhat appreciative of the invitation after the initial awkward and confused response. Caliban doesn't seem to hate or dislike any gods, but he commented that you shouldn't engage Ragna when she's a creature composed entirely of fire and that Nacheevi likes technology, when it adheres to his strict order of advancement.
Before falling asleep, Moira spoke with Yue and brought Caliban to speak with her.
Moira found herself speaking with a shadow of the fragment within her. Although it has tried to be gentle... it seems its patience has expired. Widow returned to Six's shop. Yet it was Therarask's voice that drowned out the tabaxi blood witch... and burning scratches down his back to leave a mark, a reminder. Returning to an old classroom, Ghilani found another teacher composed entirely of blood. Choosing to protect his friends... a surge of power flowed through the blood in his veins. Newt recalled old memories with Thyron and Volo... and perhaps a vision of what could have been. No matter what, Atu's blood runs through your veins. In the morning, the swarm had grown, but voices emerged from the cacophony of their noise. Amidst their dance, gold and orange merged.
Moira spoke with Rani. She's concerned that she no longer has a choice in the whole "possession" affair. She later found Caliban – who spent his morning firing a shotgun with Newt. The God of Fate plans to move the Ladies of the Stars to his temple on the mountaintop. They are a small enough group and he could use people still devoted to him to help rebuild his temple to its former glory... or at least to make it a bit more homely. He then asked if Moira was willing to put her mother back into the "spotlight" of the New District. Moira agreed if Yue was willing. After hearing that Moira believes she no longer has a choice with the fragment, Caliban gifted her a fragment of starlight so he might see her should she vanish from his view. The ball of starlight formed into a small bird that eagerly hopped into Moira's hands.
Heading back to the New District, there's plenty of gossip about the Black Dragon Clan as well as Parvathian propositioning tourists once more leading up to the Festival.
At the Moon Guard complex, the party met with Nadeen who escorted them to meet with his mother, the Grand Admiral. She is very committed to reforming Caliban like she cleaned up Dragontide. She does not appreciate the shadowy practices that have been allowed to fester and spread through the undercurrents of Caliban. When Ghilani asked about the rumors that were circulating, she explained that she did what was needed to keep her son safe. Interpret that as you will. When asked if there was anything the Deep End could do for her, the Grand Admiral remarked that she knows someone in the Moon Guard was paid off to allow Porysis to pass, though she has been unable to determine where specifically he went. If there is any information on his movements or where his ship docked... she would appreciate that being shared. As a symbol of the Bronze Dragon Clan's protection (and hers specifically), she sent her husband to accompany the Deep End at least until nightfall.
Although loyal to the Grand Admiral, her new husband does hold some belief that his wife is perhaps better suited to take to the seas in pursuit of the escaped Pirate Lord. Regardless, he will follow her where she goes. He can serve the Lunar Queen wherever on the continent he may travel.
After leaving the Moon Guard, Newt noticed a halfling make eye contact before vanishing into the crowd. Apparently, it's not necessarily black dragonborn they should be looking out for. There are eyes everywhere on Porcelain Avenue.
Arriving at the Gold Dragon Clan Estate, it is practically a town in its own right with various gardens, immaculate homes, and open tea lounges. Apparently, rumors have spread about Xanthe losing his top at some scaleless tourists. Whatever happened to make him lose his cool? He used to be so level-headed. I suppose they each handle the stress in their own ways.
Upon approaching the palace, the guard at the gate seemed to recognize Ghilani after giving him a quick once over. Entering a gorgeous "throne room", a regally dressed gold dragonborn strolled by, engaged in a heated conversation with her handmaids. "If he's already started drinking, he cannot attend the Festival. I will go in his stead." She paused after noticing the new additions to the space, offering a graceful bow before moving down one of the hallways.
Ghilani found himself brought to a very large parlor, outfitted with a large bookshelf, a fire, and a painted portrait of three gold dreagonborn hanging over the mantle. A young Parvathian holds a very young gold dragonborn in the portrait. Following the sound of a large thud, Ghilani entered Parvathian's bed chamber to find the typically regal gold dragonborn face-down on the ground, a bottle of very expensive spilled sake bottle nearby. Attempting to play off his level of intoxication, Parvathian humored Ghilani's questions about "what he liked to do". It seems the gold dragonborn is fond of weaving.
The rest of the Deep End gained a conversation with Cyra, who is always happy to entertain those representing a High Council member. The young gold dragonborn is very polished, regal, and polite with an air of grace around her. She spoke very candidly about her studies in Eredet and how she believes it has prepared her to handle her own against the political powerhouses of the Council. She believes a firm hand can return Caliban to its honorable, venerable past. Although not entirely opposed to slavery, she believes that only those truly guilty of the most heinous crimes should spend their days atoning through service. She would see an end to all other forms of the practice. Despite her youth, she seems confident. Plus, by starting so young, she has plenty of years to enact her change.
Despite note being a practitioner of the arcane, Parvathian keeps a large amount of tomes and texts on magic. When asked, he remarked that the runes are often an inspiration for patterns. While Ghilani showed him some magic, he took the opportunity to get quite close to the "pretty elf". Slightly more sober, Parvathian apparently sees his entire life as a job. Xanthe was supposed to be the head of the Clan, but it was Parvathian who had to step up and do whatever was needed of him. The Festival of Fates is a reminder that his life has never been his own. Ghilani asked if Parvathian would like to be friends. Parvathian responded with a yes that applied that maybe that's not exactly what he wants. The gold dragonborn agreed to meet Ghilani's friends... assuming it would earn him some points.
Cyra expressed that she has a... gut feeling, per se, that something is wrong with Shenzi. It's not the teeth or the size... just a look in her eye. She feels validated that Jahdiel also expressed concerns. Should you need to contact her, send a message to one of her handmaids.
In one of the tea lounges, the Deep End met with Parvathian. The slightly drunk dragonborn seemed to course correct quickly, adopting a regal posture and playing the role of host. After being prodded by Ghilani to open up and "be himself", he changed his answer from "looking forward to the Festival" to "I don't really much care for it." He informed Moira, very seriously, she perhaps she should be careful wearing that armor. He seemed to laugh at Newt's impression of Tetsuya, though quickly reprimanded him. He also offered to speak to Xanthe, perhaps you may burn your fate in the Temple's fire. And, should anything truly bad happen, he has the power to save them from the jaws of slavery. When asked if there was anything the Deep End could do for Parvathian specifically, he assured them there wasn't... but then politely told them to leave him with Ghilani.
The Deep End went off to entertain themselves in the archery range with Moira trying to shoot Newt's shotgun. Ghilani walked Parvathian back to his room and asked him to really think about what he wants... it was a good first date, though. Ghilani gave Parvathian a peck and his brooch. Parvathian agreed, seemingly very interested in a second date.
Reunited in the Gold Dragon Clan estate, the sun begins its descent. The Festival of Fates draws near. Moira prayed to Caliban. Perhaps save a spot for Xanthe in the temple?
Report Date
12 Aug 2022
Primary Location
Secondary Location
The Swarm
From the noise of the swarm emerged a cacophony of voices:You will emerge from this fire, forged of iron and steel, shimmering like gold. And despite how much you might change, you will always be my daughter. Balance, dear girl. Day cannot exist without night. The sands are as much out home as the crimson stones. They say the drums now echo with traces of good fortune. I should have overseen your execution myself. Beyond the millenium... countless faces... I know you.
Reliable Talent
A reminder of lessons of the past and a glimpse of what could have been.Hm, I suppose I should say, "don't lie". BUT, some people deserve to be lied to. So I'll say this instead: Choose who you lie to wisely. But if you lie to me, I'll know. Now... want to hear about how you can fake a death? Smog might be thick, kid, but ya got other senses. Or are yer ears stuffed with that fur of yours? I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you... to truly be your father. Still, my blood flows through your veins, all the same.
Branded
The words of Six are drowned out by those of shimmering gold.Don't you dare get blood on my carpet, dumb, stupid, idiot boy! That's very, very broken. So obvious! Could tell from a mile away. Hm, yes, I'll fix it... just this once. Dangerous, Dangerous, but you won't stop, will you? You won't stop, will you? You won't stop. If you insist on continuing this dangerous, arguably pointless venture... I will ensure ALL who cross your path feel the fire of my rage. Let. Them. Burn.
A Lesson in Blood
Expecting to find an old friend and teacher, you find a teacher composed entirely of blood.Do you feel your power growing? Power from the soul... well, in my opinion, it's nothing like the raw power of blood. A soul is so distant, hardly tangible... But blood... Oh, that you can feel. Can you feel it... moving through your body, dear? Collect their blood, dear... and come find me. Then, I shall anoint you a blood witch through and true.
A Shift
Now on better terms with her deity, another force is done being patient.She asked me to be gentler... because you are young and naive. But I am tired and I am frustrated. I felt no ire for Caliban. But High Oracle means nothing to me. I desire answer, Moira. And I think I am done being... gentle. I wish to know my name. I wish to know who she was... not to you or your friends. Not to Caliban. What she was... to me. If you will not find me these answers... then find me a new host.
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