Session 52
General Summary
The Festival of Fates
The Deep End accepted the offer from some of the Gold Dragon Clan staff – sent by Parvathian – to dress them in the more traditional clothes of Caliban for the Festival of Fates. Special accommodations, of course, were made allowing those who still wished to remain in armor to remain in armor. When the concerns about the Black Dragon Clan were expressed, the Gold attendant remarked that Tetsuya seems much more occupied with the Council elections to spare time for... a petty squabble.
Ghilani – while dressing – was presented with various jewelry options, all gold, to accentuate the outfit. Taking as much as he could possibly take, Ghilani adorned himself with a necklace, two bracelets, various earrings, and a headpiece. George seemed pleased with the new jewelry, emerging from his hibernation in Ghilani's hair.
Newt asked Shazir if he would be fine should the Deep End express support for Lady Cyra instead of the Grand Admiral. Shazir didn't seem offended, but did note that it doesn't really matter, as the Deep End has no say in the election. It is the Dragon Clan leaders who will vote.
Moira prayed to Caliban on the ride to Porcelain Avenue. "Hey Cal, can you keep us safe?". In response to the prayer, the newly named "Calibird" released a horribly loud squawk and then nodded, very seriously, to Moira.
From their perch atop a roof, the Deep End watched the opening parade of the Festival of Fates. Behind drummers, acrobats, and dragon constructs weaving through Porcelain Avenue, came a procession of the Dragon Clans. When Parvathian neared, Ghilani was told that "this is when you catcall". Ghilani immediately "MEOWED" very loudly. The shirtless gold dragonborn, with a flower brooch around his neck, paused to wink and grin at Ghilani. The people seemed delighted by the unexpected appearance of Philphrosyne who joined Auriga spiraling, swirling, and diving through the sky above the parade. Both Greatwyrms then landed, assuming towering humanoid forms that processed at the rear of the Parade and entered the Porcelain Tea House.
After Porcelain Avenue cleared of the procession, the Deep End moved to grab some food and drink, to do what the natives of Caliban do. However, while waiting for stir fry and perusing for drinks, Newt noticed eyes watching them through the crowd... The "small-folk" seem to be keeping tabs on the group, using the cover of the crowd to their advantage. While getting sake, Ghilani showed Hope – one of the proprietors of the Drunken Dragon – what Parvathian looks like, zooming in as needed. Although very pleased, she was a bit disappointed that there was nothing else Ghilani could tell her.
Finding a balcony, the group drank some sake. Rani, a true pro, handled her four shots with ease, feeling only the faintest buzz. Widow, although valiant and boring, is staying true to the no-drinking thing. Newt and Moira both got a slight buzz, while Ghilani was drunk enough to start hiccuping almost every time he tried to string more than four words together. When drinking, messaging Shenzi seems like a great idea.
A slight commotion from the Porcelain Tea House announced the departure of Vetulátos of the Green Dragon Clan. He was accompanied by a familiar face, Vorgar, and a retinue of green dragonborn guards as well as a company of humanoids with eyes downcast. One of them... looked vaguely familiar. Sending George in for a closer look, the kalashtar woman appears to be around moira's age... and looks very similar. The older green dragonborn and his entourage entered Fortune's Favor.
Fahari the Brass left the Porcelain Tea House in a flurry of animated hand gestures and various orders. Moving to intercept, Rani casually inserted herself at a food stand in Fahar's path. The brass dragonborn seems enraged about how everything isn't up to code. The tablecloths aren't the right shade of blue! No, those plates are NOT the right size! However, she seemed to reign herself in when speaking to Rani, but dismissed herself shortly after to continue her tirade down Porcelain Avenue.
Lady Cyra was next to leave the confines of the tea house, making her way down Porcelain Avenue a picture of grace and poise, a true lady of the people. After Moira flagged her down through one of her handmaids, she approached to speak. She expressed that Tetsuya had, somewhat suddenly, pushed for a vote and might have said some things that set Fahari off. When asked about the current voting, she expressed that Blue is undecided, though with her current feud with Suyin, there's no way she'll vote Green. Silver and Copper will most likely vote metallic, but she is unsure whom. When asked about Shenzi, she believes that Jahdiel could be persuaded to change his vote if some dirt is found on Shenzi. Lady Cyra dismissed herself, but took a moment to tell Ghilani that her father is currently tied up with affairs at the Tea House. He will hopefully depart soon.
While Newt was trying to sort out talking points and realizing that only Ghilani was paying attention, he loudly declared: "Someone who's not Ghilani please listen", while making eye contact with Widow... and then deciding that Widow was not a good option for advice.
Lady Sephora the Blue progressed down Porcelain Avenue. Appealing to her vanity, the gorgeous blue dragonborn, adorned in every spellcasters' dream, paused to speak with the group and immediately remarked that moira's bangs were a horrid decision. Did you cut them yourself? Has Newt ever thought about shaving all that hair off? And by The One, perhaps some perfume? After making a case that Lady Cyra is quite young and capitalizing on her dislike of the Green Dragon Clan. Putting such a young dragonborn in the position, would certainly spite that Vestulátos no, wouldn't it? Lady Sephora did agree to consider the interesting proposition.
A wizened old copper dragonborn left alongside a very excited Coopa, blasting people with slime as they progressed. Although accompanied by a bronze dragonborn, he quickly dismissed himself when the old Curupira stopped to speak with the group. The old man thanked them for supporting his grandson and was delighted that the group shared a love of innovation just for the hell of it. he agreed to consider voting for gold when they emphasized that Lady Cyra would push for innovation as the Copper Dragon Clan sees it. The old man remarked that Moira should have been born a Copper Dragonborn. Moira always said that she should have been!
Shortly after, Parvathian passed through Porcelain Avenue with his retinue and a regale red dragonborn, Guarava the Red. Noticing Ghilani wave, Parvathian paused to wink and touch the flower brooch around his neck, before continuing along with Guarava.
Hunched over on her litter, the old Evanna progressed down the street. After being waved over, Evanna handed Moira a book from her childhood: The Little Star that Could. As many of the silver dragonborn, she is very interested in people and seemed delighted to converse. Although she appreciates the flattery from Widow on her wisdom, how would you know? You've never met me before! She very much agreed to consider voting for Lady Cyra before she dismissed herself. Her old bones can't stay up as late as they used to.
Shortly after Evanna left, Ghilani found a note in his pocket asking him to meet at the Drunken Dragon... it was signed with a very fancy "P". After informing Widow, Ghilani ducked off while the rest of the party went to Fortune's Favor. After prying the information on Vorgar's whereabouts from the clerk, they purchased tickets to the play. After watching the tail end of a political drama, Vorgar approached. He and his grandfater don't know much about Shenzi. If the party wants to challenge her to a fight, he could oversee it at the Moon Guard complex. Just... don't lay a hand on Mencius or Tetsuya. Should you harm either of them... there may not be much he can do.
Ghilani – while dressing – was presented with various jewelry options, all gold, to accentuate the outfit. Taking as much as he could possibly take, Ghilani adorned himself with a necklace, two bracelets, various earrings, and a headpiece. George seemed pleased with the new jewelry, emerging from his hibernation in Ghilani's hair.
Newt asked Shazir if he would be fine should the Deep End express support for Lady Cyra instead of the Grand Admiral. Shazir didn't seem offended, but did note that it doesn't really matter, as the Deep End has no say in the election. It is the Dragon Clan leaders who will vote.
Moira prayed to Caliban on the ride to Porcelain Avenue. "Hey Cal, can you keep us safe?". In response to the prayer, the newly named "Calibird" released a horribly loud squawk and then nodded, very seriously, to Moira.
From their perch atop a roof, the Deep End watched the opening parade of the Festival of Fates. Behind drummers, acrobats, and dragon constructs weaving through Porcelain Avenue, came a procession of the Dragon Clans. When Parvathian neared, Ghilani was told that "this is when you catcall". Ghilani immediately "MEOWED" very loudly. The shirtless gold dragonborn, with a flower brooch around his neck, paused to wink and grin at Ghilani. The people seemed delighted by the unexpected appearance of Philphrosyne who joined Auriga spiraling, swirling, and diving through the sky above the parade. Both Greatwyrms then landed, assuming towering humanoid forms that processed at the rear of the Parade and entered the Porcelain Tea House.
After Porcelain Avenue cleared of the procession, the Deep End moved to grab some food and drink, to do what the natives of Caliban do. However, while waiting for stir fry and perusing for drinks, Newt noticed eyes watching them through the crowd... The "small-folk" seem to be keeping tabs on the group, using the cover of the crowd to their advantage. While getting sake, Ghilani showed Hope – one of the proprietors of the Drunken Dragon – what Parvathian looks like, zooming in as needed. Although very pleased, she was a bit disappointed that there was nothing else Ghilani could tell her.
Finding a balcony, the group drank some sake. Rani, a true pro, handled her four shots with ease, feeling only the faintest buzz. Widow, although valiant and boring, is staying true to the no-drinking thing. Newt and Moira both got a slight buzz, while Ghilani was drunk enough to start hiccuping almost every time he tried to string more than four words together. When drinking, messaging Shenzi seems like a great idea.
A slight commotion from the Porcelain Tea House announced the departure of Vetulátos of the Green Dragon Clan. He was accompanied by a familiar face, Vorgar, and a retinue of green dragonborn guards as well as a company of humanoids with eyes downcast. One of them... looked vaguely familiar. Sending George in for a closer look, the kalashtar woman appears to be around moira's age... and looks very similar. The older green dragonborn and his entourage entered Fortune's Favor.
Fahari the Brass left the Porcelain Tea House in a flurry of animated hand gestures and various orders. Moving to intercept, Rani casually inserted herself at a food stand in Fahar's path. The brass dragonborn seems enraged about how everything isn't up to code. The tablecloths aren't the right shade of blue! No, those plates are NOT the right size! However, she seemed to reign herself in when speaking to Rani, but dismissed herself shortly after to continue her tirade down Porcelain Avenue.
Lady Cyra was next to leave the confines of the tea house, making her way down Porcelain Avenue a picture of grace and poise, a true lady of the people. After Moira flagged her down through one of her handmaids, she approached to speak. She expressed that Tetsuya had, somewhat suddenly, pushed for a vote and might have said some things that set Fahari off. When asked about the current voting, she expressed that Blue is undecided, though with her current feud with Suyin, there's no way she'll vote Green. Silver and Copper will most likely vote metallic, but she is unsure whom. When asked about Shenzi, she believes that Jahdiel could be persuaded to change his vote if some dirt is found on Shenzi. Lady Cyra dismissed herself, but took a moment to tell Ghilani that her father is currently tied up with affairs at the Tea House. He will hopefully depart soon.
While Newt was trying to sort out talking points and realizing that only Ghilani was paying attention, he loudly declared: "Someone who's not Ghilani please listen", while making eye contact with Widow... and then deciding that Widow was not a good option for advice.
Lady Sephora the Blue progressed down Porcelain Avenue. Appealing to her vanity, the gorgeous blue dragonborn, adorned in every spellcasters' dream, paused to speak with the group and immediately remarked that moira's bangs were a horrid decision. Did you cut them yourself? Has Newt ever thought about shaving all that hair off? And by The One, perhaps some perfume? After making a case that Lady Cyra is quite young and capitalizing on her dislike of the Green Dragon Clan. Putting such a young dragonborn in the position, would certainly spite that Vestulátos no, wouldn't it? Lady Sephora did agree to consider the interesting proposition.
A wizened old copper dragonborn left alongside a very excited Coopa, blasting people with slime as they progressed. Although accompanied by a bronze dragonborn, he quickly dismissed himself when the old Curupira stopped to speak with the group. The old man thanked them for supporting his grandson and was delighted that the group shared a love of innovation just for the hell of it. he agreed to consider voting for gold when they emphasized that Lady Cyra would push for innovation as the Copper Dragon Clan sees it. The old man remarked that Moira should have been born a Copper Dragonborn. Moira always said that she should have been!
Shortly after, Parvathian passed through Porcelain Avenue with his retinue and a regale red dragonborn, Guarava the Red. Noticing Ghilani wave, Parvathian paused to wink and touch the flower brooch around his neck, before continuing along with Guarava.
Hunched over on her litter, the old Evanna progressed down the street. After being waved over, Evanna handed Moira a book from her childhood: The Little Star that Could. As many of the silver dragonborn, she is very interested in people and seemed delighted to converse. Although she appreciates the flattery from Widow on her wisdom, how would you know? You've never met me before! She very much agreed to consider voting for Lady Cyra before she dismissed herself. Her old bones can't stay up as late as they used to.
Shortly after Evanna left, Ghilani found a note in his pocket asking him to meet at the Drunken Dragon... it was signed with a very fancy "P". After informing Widow, Ghilani ducked off while the rest of the party went to Fortune's Favor. After prying the information on Vorgar's whereabouts from the clerk, they purchased tickets to the play. After watching the tail end of a political drama, Vorgar approached. He and his grandfater don't know much about Shenzi. If the party wants to challenge her to a fight, he could oversee it at the Moon Guard complex. Just... don't lay a hand on Mencius or Tetsuya. Should you harm either of them... there may not be much he can do.
What's the Deal with Shenzi... Four Arms Maybe?
Rounding the last corner in the alleyways surrounding Porcelain Avenue, Ghilani found himself standing in front of darkened windows of the Drunken Dragon. The establishment seems to be closed? Feeling a tap on the shoulder, the ominous smile of Shenzi waited for him. Shrugging her cloak aside, Shenzi laid 8 unarmed strikes into Ghilani. As he crumpled, the dragonborn whispered: "Tick tock."
Meanwhile, on Porcelain Avenue, a black dragonborn approached the remaining four members of the Deep End, asking about the ring they were told to find. What a shame that you don't have it. The black dragonborn then informed them where Ghilani is currently being held. Better hurry. Immediately, Newt requested Sage's assistance. Moira reached out ot Cali, but found her to be very plastered. Parvathian informed Moira that he would organize some guards, but his assistance might take time.
The Deep End arrived at an oddly beautiful and picturesque old road on the outskirts of the New District. Ascending a set of stairs, black dragonborn guards stood on each side of the path dressed in plate and wielding swords. At the far end, Tetsuya stood waiting alongside Mencius... and Shenzi. The tall, four-armed dragonborn taunted the party, especially when they seemed to be familiar with The Doctor. She lfited Ghilani's limp body by the hair before delivering a hard kick to his side. What is this patchwork mess you travel with?
The body at Shenzi's feet seems to be Ghilani's, but gone is the copper skin and dark brown hair... Instead, his skin is pale white, his hair has lightened to a silvery hue, and his eyes have lost all trace of iris and pupil. The only splashes of color on him are the blood, the gold of his tattoo, and a patchwork, criss-crossing network of thin red stitches. Tetsuya offered an accord: leave me with the body and you can walk free.
The offer didn't sit well with the Deep End. Shenzi laid a viscous round of strikes into The Widow, but Rani, ducking around to the rear, landed a perfect strike between the reinforced plates around her spine. Hearing one shatter, Shenzi's body seemed to lock up and freeze. Although the Deep End landed a series of strong strikes into her stunned form, she shook it off enough to pummel the Widow down before dancing around to move back away from Rani. As Tetsuya advanced into the fray, Rani attempted to dissuade him – her fight is with Shenzi. The Black Dragon Clan leader did seem a bit... uncertain when he glanced at Shenzi.
Meanwhile, Mencius had a real bad time in Newt's tentacles until one of Tetsuya's guards finally hauled him out.
Mid-fight, after dodging Tetsuya's acid breath, Newt had the audacity to order Tetsuya to stand down. The black dragonborn, irritated further, turned on Newt... before redirecting the next bout of acid to the less dextrous, heavily armored cleric. Following their leader, the guards also fired a bout of acid at Moira.
Dripping with blood and with acid now coating her fists, Shenzi released a roar and rounded on Rani, knocking her unconscious before descending upon Newt. As she knocked Newt down, Widow's curse finally felled her and she collapsed. Sage ensured that Shenzi will not be getting back up again. Tetsuya, seeing an opportunity, took his revenge on Newt, sending him to his death with two quick strikes. Satisfied with teaching the tiefling a lesson, Tetsuya departed gripping Mencius tightly by the shoulder in a not-so-friendly way.
Parvathian arrived shortly after, still shirtless and wielding one of his guard's swords. After seeing the situation, there was a brief moment of emotion that flooded his face – sorrow and rage – before Parvathian composed himself. He will handle delivering this evidence. If Shenzi was the result of an "outside force" he can present it in such a way to force Mencius out of the race. And Tetsuya will have no choice but to agree with him... or face being disgraced.
Rushing Ghilani back to the New District, Parvathian agreed to supply a diamond. As the gold dragonborn cleric set about casting the spell, Rani conjured a bat composed of flowers, having it dance around Ghilani. Widow grabbed all the flowers he could and begged the boy to come back and keep replacing him. Moira sprinkled her diamond dust across his body – skin glowing like diamonds. Newt cursed Ah'Shal – Ghilani's soul isn't hers to take yet. And after an hour... Ghilani took a breath, skin returning to copper, hair darkening... a normal Ghilani, but very tired.
Rani stepped away to pray to Lark: Please let me not be a danger to my friends. She cast non-detection to hopefully hide from the Lady in her dreams.
Newt stepped out to wish Sage well – managing to get a hug from her before she departed. Before he returned to the "Mega-hospital-bed", Parvathian approached, handing Newt Ghilani's brooch. Tell Ghilani I am far more trouble than it's worth. I court only misfortune on this Festival and it has showed me my life was meant for one thing and one thing alone: leading my clan.
And the first night of the Festival of Fates draws to a close...
The Deep End arrived at an oddly beautiful and picturesque old road on the outskirts of the New District. Ascending a set of stairs, black dragonborn guards stood on each side of the path dressed in plate and wielding swords. At the far end, Tetsuya stood waiting alongside Mencius... and Shenzi. The tall, four-armed dragonborn taunted the party, especially when they seemed to be familiar with The Doctor. She lfited Ghilani's limp body by the hair before delivering a hard kick to his side. What is this patchwork mess you travel with?
The offer didn't sit well with the Deep End. Shenzi laid a viscous round of strikes into The Widow, but Rani, ducking around to the rear, landed a perfect strike between the reinforced plates around her spine. Hearing one shatter, Shenzi's body seemed to lock up and freeze. Although the Deep End landed a series of strong strikes into her stunned form, she shook it off enough to pummel the Widow down before dancing around to move back away from Rani. As Tetsuya advanced into the fray, Rani attempted to dissuade him – her fight is with Shenzi. The Black Dragon Clan leader did seem a bit... uncertain when he glanced at Shenzi.
Meanwhile, Mencius had a real bad time in Newt's tentacles until one of Tetsuya's guards finally hauled him out.
Mid-fight, after dodging Tetsuya's acid breath, Newt had the audacity to order Tetsuya to stand down. The black dragonborn, irritated further, turned on Newt... before redirecting the next bout of acid to the less dextrous, heavily armored cleric. Following their leader, the guards also fired a bout of acid at Moira.
Dripping with blood and with acid now coating her fists, Shenzi released a roar and rounded on Rani, knocking her unconscious before descending upon Newt. As she knocked Newt down, Widow's curse finally felled her and she collapsed. Sage ensured that Shenzi will not be getting back up again. Tetsuya, seeing an opportunity, took his revenge on Newt, sending him to his death with two quick strikes. Satisfied with teaching the tiefling a lesson, Tetsuya departed gripping Mencius tightly by the shoulder in a not-so-friendly way.
Parvathian arrived shortly after, still shirtless and wielding one of his guard's swords. After seeing the situation, there was a brief moment of emotion that flooded his face – sorrow and rage – before Parvathian composed himself. He will handle delivering this evidence. If Shenzi was the result of an "outside force" he can present it in such a way to force Mencius out of the race. And Tetsuya will have no choice but to agree with him... or face being disgraced.
Rushing Ghilani back to the New District, Parvathian agreed to supply a diamond. As the gold dragonborn cleric set about casting the spell, Rani conjured a bat composed of flowers, having it dance around Ghilani. Widow grabbed all the flowers he could and begged the boy to come back and keep replacing him. Moira sprinkled her diamond dust across his body – skin glowing like diamonds. Newt cursed Ah'Shal – Ghilani's soul isn't hers to take yet. And after an hour... Ghilani took a breath, skin returning to copper, hair darkening... a normal Ghilani, but very tired.
Rani stepped away to pray to Lark: Please let me not be a danger to my friends. She cast non-detection to hopefully hide from the Lady in her dreams.
Newt stepped out to wish Sage well – managing to get a hug from her before she departed. Before he returned to the "Mega-hospital-bed", Parvathian approached, handing Newt Ghilani's brooch. Tell Ghilani I am far more trouble than it's worth. I court only misfortune on this Festival and it has showed me my life was meant for one thing and one thing alone: leading my clan.
And the first night of the Festival of Fates draws to a close...
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