Session 20240530 Rubylak
General Summary
Bertrum's Journal
Dear Journal,
In the pale light of dawn, with the sky kissed by the first rays of the sun, we didst embark upon the Arcane Mistress, sailing through the heavens towards the capital of Linowan, Rubylak. Our hearts, though steeled with resolve, fluttered with the weight of the task before us—to present the treaty to the Queen herself.
Upon our arrival, a tempest of activity did ensue. Linowan troops, bewildered by the sight of our magnificent vessel, encircled us in their war canoes, their catapults poised and ready to unleash destruction. Yet, our diplomatic entourage, with words of honeyed persuasion, calmed the storm and secured safe passage for five of our number to step ashore.
Thus, Nightshade, Mistress of the Glades, Mufasa, and myself were led to the Queen’s throne room, a chamber of grandiosity and subtle menace. The Queen, resplendent in her regalia, was flanked by an imposing female warrior whose aura bespoke of enchantment. Our suspicions, kindled by recent events, pointed to this warrior being none other than the enigmatic Huaza, possibly one of the exalted Sidereal.
The moment was ripe with anticipation as the Bull of the North’s letter, designed to sway hearts and minds, was read aloud. The words, imbued with persuasive power, were received with favour. Thus emboldened, we presented the meticulously crafted treaty, the fruit of our labor and negotiations over the past week.
Bidding us retire to our barge, the Queen and her council took their leave to deliberate upon the treaty. We returned to the Arcane Mistress, minds alert and wary of potential subterfuge or assault from our unseen adversaries. As the night drew its veil over Rubylak, I busied myself with plans for a fictional series chronicling the adventures of Solars, aiming to illuminate our kind in the eyes of the populace.
In the stillness of the night, Nightshade’s vigilant senses detected an intruder—a small venomous serpent slithering stealthily into the depths of our vessel. With deft hands, she captured the creature, and I swiftly crafted a cage to confine it. Upon closer inspection, we discovered within its mouth a minute glass bead inscribed with cryptic symbols. This beacon, a conduit for distant sorcery, was undoubtedly a tool of surveillance or worse.
Despite Nightshade’s attempt to charm the serpent into allegiance using her “Spirit Tied Pet” ability, the creature remained impervious to her magic. My arcane senses revealed no enchantment upon the serpent itself, leading us to conjecture it might be a familiar of the Sidereal. This connection offered a slender thread of hope—perhaps the familiar held value to its master, and through it, we could glean information or gain leverage.
As we stand upon the precipice of the Queen’s judgment, a sense of unease lingers. We have played our parts with skill and subtlety, but the machinations of fate and the unseen hands of the Sidereal weave a complex tapestry. With the dawn, we shall know whether our efforts to broker peace shall bear fruit or be cast into the winds of war.
Yours,
Baron Blumenthal