Session 20231109 Scavengers and demands
General Summary
Bertrum's Journal
Dear Journal
Upon the morn that followed the Karnese's grand feast, with the echoes of revelry still dancing in the air, inquiries were made concerning the whereabouts of the Hearthstone, that radiant gem, heart of the manse we bestowed upon our allies. Reluctance, a subtle companion, perched upon my shoulder as I was queried about parting with this precious relic.
In the royal halls, a discussion ensued, and I, in my longing to retain this symbol of power, made known my desire. A word was sought from the wise King, whose decision appeared a shade ungrateful, considering the gifts of camaraderie we had generously rendered. Alas, the Hearthstone, woven into the fabric of the manse's gift, was deemed an inseparable part.
Yet, in my entreaty, a compromise was struck. A pact to borrow the gem, a transient custodianship until a fitting replacement could be unearthed. The Karnese, in their graciousness, acceded to this plea, and thus the Hearthstone remained tethered to my possession, if only for a fleeting span.
Swiftly I sought out the Starka's, Karnese craftsmen of notable skill, to entreat them for the company of ancestral ghosts. A family of six, spanning the threads of generations, bound by spectral ties, agreed to join my quest. Six suits of armour, once harboured in the tainted manse, were bestowed upon these ethereal kin, granting them form and substance in our mortal realm.
A return to Plenilune was marked by whirlwinds' embrace, and within my workshop, the ancestral ghosts familiarised themselves with their new casings. Eccentric items, curiosities required for their spectral craftsmanship, filled my day's endeavours. As the night unfolded its ebony curtain, we found ourselves in company with the esteemed Bull of the North, Samea, and the enigmatic Fear Eater. A debrief of our dealings with the Karnese graced the table, and plans for the morrow were laid bare. In that solemn assembly, Nightshade, shrouded in mystery, faced an interrogation of her very essence. A truth long concealed demanded revelation, and in the face of stern ultimatums, she clung to her secrets. A compromise emerged, a sworn oath not to act against the Bull of the North, securing her place in these hallowed lands. A list of quests lay before us, an odyssey of artifacts and alliances. A set of quills for distant communication, an artifact to unveil the realm of spirits to Nightshade, a rendezvous with the Scavenger Lords for a boon from Fear Eater, and a pilgrimage to Noss Fens to seek the elusive Dawn Caste Solar, "Lord of Returning Justice."
At the Scavenger Lords' emporium, a trove of treasures awaited my discerning eye. A "Bracelet of Shared Life," a vessel to share the gift of immortality, stirred my deepest hopes. Bracers, a shape-shifting furniture, a spellbook named "Fire of the Stars," and a shield, each a facet of arcane allure, beckoned to be claimed. The Bracelet, a symbol of shared existence, was my chosen boon, a gift from Fear Eater. With coffers lined and fate aligned, the other treasures found their place in my possession. To my abode, I retreated, to rest and prepare for the night's alchemy. Come the morrow, Fear Eater bore tidings from Noss Fens, a spectral army on the march, stirred by the ire of the "Lord of Returning Justice." Urgent was the Bull's command, to halt this macabre advance, though the shadow of the Wild Hunt's embassy in Chanta loomed over our path. With the noon sun as our witness, armed with newfound might—a charm, the "Steel Devil Style," a spell, the "Death of Obsidian Butterflies," and hearts entwined in purpose—we set forth to confront the gathering storm. The undead hordes would soon meet the fury of our will, and the dance of battle would play out upon the stage of destiny. Yours, Betrum
A return to Plenilune was marked by whirlwinds' embrace, and within my workshop, the ancestral ghosts familiarised themselves with their new casings. Eccentric items, curiosities required for their spectral craftsmanship, filled my day's endeavours. As the night unfolded its ebony curtain, we found ourselves in company with the esteemed Bull of the North, Samea, and the enigmatic Fear Eater. A debrief of our dealings with the Karnese graced the table, and plans for the morrow were laid bare. In that solemn assembly, Nightshade, shrouded in mystery, faced an interrogation of her very essence. A truth long concealed demanded revelation, and in the face of stern ultimatums, she clung to her secrets. A compromise emerged, a sworn oath not to act against the Bull of the North, securing her place in these hallowed lands. A list of quests lay before us, an odyssey of artifacts and alliances. A set of quills for distant communication, an artifact to unveil the realm of spirits to Nightshade, a rendezvous with the Scavenger Lords for a boon from Fear Eater, and a pilgrimage to Noss Fens to seek the elusive Dawn Caste Solar, "Lord of Returning Justice."
At the Scavenger Lords' emporium, a trove of treasures awaited my discerning eye. A "Bracelet of Shared Life," a vessel to share the gift of immortality, stirred my deepest hopes. Bracers, a shape-shifting furniture, a spellbook named "Fire of the Stars," and a shield, each a facet of arcane allure, beckoned to be claimed. The Bracelet, a symbol of shared existence, was my chosen boon, a gift from Fear Eater. With coffers lined and fate aligned, the other treasures found their place in my possession. To my abode, I retreated, to rest and prepare for the night's alchemy. Come the morrow, Fear Eater bore tidings from Noss Fens, a spectral army on the march, stirred by the ire of the "Lord of Returning Justice." Urgent was the Bull's command, to halt this macabre advance, though the shadow of the Wild Hunt's embassy in Chanta loomed over our path. With the noon sun as our witness, armed with newfound might—a charm, the "Steel Devil Style," a spell, the "Death of Obsidian Butterflies," and hearts entwined in purpose—we set forth to confront the gathering storm. The undead hordes would soon meet the fury of our will, and the dance of battle would play out upon the stage of destiny. Yours, Betrum
Report Date
09 Nov 2023
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