Arnora

Civil action

Under the silvery glow of Farsae's moons, Kibble grappled with a deep sense of alienation after an eventful day that left him feeling lost in a world both familiar and foreign. As he found comfort nestled in Sissy’s fur within the stable’s confines, his thoughts circled back to the bizarre encounters and the strangeness of his surroundings.   Simultaneously, Naïló immersed himself in the local culture under the veil of night, intrigued by mysterious lights and whispers from a nearby mine. His investigations revealed them as mere illusions, insights he tucked away for later scrutiny.   Come morning, Walter wrestled with his identity, his noble past now feeling like distant shadows amidst the quaint setting of The Lucky Bear. The local dialects and simple honey bee cakes brought him a semblance of comfort, albeit tinged with a sense of longing.   Meanwhile, Kibble’s disorientation deepened upon discovering his severed ties with the land and no longer able to communicate with Sissy, a revelation that unfolded as Tully, a raccoon-kin, was measuring Sissy for a custom saddle. Nearby, Zhizah shared her equally disconcerting dreams, echoing the themes of surreal clarity and eerie surveillance, which seemed to connect with Kibble's experiences.   Zhizah faced her own turmoil, discovering her inability to change her job—a cornerstone of her identity and power. Walter shared that he also did not have access to his Charmsmith abilities while on Abeir-Toril, and rationalizes this could be an effect of interdimensional travel.   Walter’s quest for local knowledge led him to Old Oaky, the local Charmsmith, who not only exchanged their foreign currency but also provided a detailed map of Arnora and hinted at a travelling Lepid mage at Whisperstone Hearth. This encounter led them directly to Myrrhiana Vossari at the inn, who introduced herself as a mage affiliated with the Arcanum Consortium, and offered the party a deal: complete the Pathfinders' contract to clear the mine and retrieve some of the magic gemstones, and in return, she would leverage her position within the Arcanum Consortium to grant them an audience with the guild's local sect.   Before setting out for the mine, Boarm, sensing Kibble's need and perhaps as a gesture of solidarity in their shared uncertainty, handed over Talon, his magical shortsword, as a 'gift' for the troubled goblin.   Armed with purpose, the party ventured into the mine, confronting the illusionary lights and battling Arcane Kryssaliths—magical, hydra-like monstrosities that fed on magic. In the heat of combat, a chilling screech echoed from deeper within, redirecting both their foes and their focus towards an ominous unknown.

Under the silvery glow of Farsae's moons, Kibble wrestled with unsettling realizations as the day’s extraordinary events replayed in his mind. His encounter with a golden dragon, crashing through a barn roof, and the bizarre melee with talking animals had left him feeling adrift in a familiar yet alien world. The grass underfoot, the rustle of leaves, even the apples that Sissy contentedly munched on—all were tinged with an otherness that gnawed at him. Seeking solace, Kibble found himself in the stables, collapsing into Sissy’s warm fur, letting sleep overtake his troubled thoughts.   During this time, Naïló delved into the local culture, wandering the town under the cover of night. They observed peculiar moving lights and murmurs emanating from a nearby mine at the northern end of the town, investigating enough to reveal the lights as illusions. Their curiosity piqued but cautious, Naïló stored these findings for future reference.   As morning light filtered through the windows of The Lucky Bear, Walter also grappled with a profound sense of displacement. Known in his old life as a figure of nobility, his titles now seemed distant echoes. Conflicted, he found solace in the inn's familiar yet foreign environment, the local dialects tinged with accents he could not place, and the simple pleasure of honey bee cakes, which tasted like memories long forgotten.   Kibble, groggy from his restless sleep, awoke to the sight of a raccoon-kin, Tully Finnegan, who was busy measuring Sissy’s necks for a custom saddle he was inspired to design. The offer was overshadowed by Kibble’s realization that his connection to the land and his druidic magic had vanished, and more distressingly, he could no longer comprehend Sissy's clicks and murmurs. This disconnection deepened his existential crisis, which Boarm tried to soothe, primarily through hydration.   Nearby, Zhizah overheard Kibble confiding in Boarm about a haunting dream that had him so distressed. Zhizah chimed in with her own dream experience. She recounted her vivid return to Hydaelyn, which was disrupted by a jarring transition to witnessing their recent ordeals. She explained the surreal clarity of the vision and the eerie sensation of being watched, culminating in the fleeting glimpse of mysterious eyes surrounded by black and blue feathers.   Meanwhile, Walter engaged with Eloisa Bramblepaw, the local stablekeeper, inquiring about the local Charmsmith. She directed him to To'rru Oakenbeard, affectionately known as Old Oaky. Walter’s interaction with Old Oaky was enlightening; he exchanged their foreign coins for Farsae’s bronze Pits, silver Pats, and gold Crowns, and obtained valuable information about the town, Arnora, including a detailed map. Old Oaky also hinted at the presence of a visiting Lepid mage who might be of interest to them, staying at the nearby Whisperstone Hearth.   Zhizah faced her own turmoil, discovering her inability to change her job—a cornerstone of her identity and power. Walter shared that he also did not have access to his Charmsmith abilities while on Abeir-Toril, and rationalizes this could be an effect of interdimensional travel.   At the Whisperstone Hearth, an inn bustling with miners and visiting craftsmen in Arnora, the party encountered Myrrhiana Vossari, a Lepid mage working with various gemstones in a corner of the building. She introduced herself as a mage affiliated with the Arcanum Consortium, and offered the party a deal: complete the Pathfinders' contract to clear the mine and retrieve some of the magic gemstones, and in return, she would leverage her position within the Arcanum Consortium to grant them an audience with the guild's local sect.   Before setting out for the mine, Boarm, sensing Kibble's need and perhaps as a gesture of solidarity in their shared uncertainty, handed over Talon, his magical shortsword, as a 'gift' for the troubled goblin.   Armed with purpose, the party ventured into the mine, confronting the illusionary lights and battling Arcane Kryssaliths—magical, hydra-like monstrosities that fed on magic. In the heat of combat, a chilling screech echoed from deeper within, redirecting both their foes and their focus towards an ominous unknown.