At Andrew’s (Andrew, Gerry & Daz)
Written by Gerry
Cel began barricading the doors leading into the doll-room. Several barrels contained the green liquid, presumably brewed on the still. One was tapped.
Durathror performed a ritual, detecting magic in the room again. The doll emitted an indigo aura – enchantment. Cel moved the chair containing the doll – immediately it responded with “HELP! I’M BEING KIDNAPPED!" The doll was placed in the far room, which contained distilling apparatus.
Emilia tasted the contents of the open barrel. It tasted of liquorice. After swallowing a draught, everything looked sharp and clear. She could see specks of dust and pollen drifting through gaps in the roof. The smells in the room were clear and distinct. Feeling elated and happy, she noticed her foot falling asleep.
Casi arrived, landing on the exterior, the roof, of the building. He advised that he could see the fog coalescing and rolling, roiling, this way. It appeared to have a direction, a sentience, behind it…
They dragged the half-elf from the chest to interrogate him. Jaku revived him. Durathror began speaking with him – the half-elf responded; “oh, you”. Making statements to Durathror such as “you and your kind are all the same”’, “abominations”, “consumers and destroyers” and “crimes against nature”. they could see this wasn’t going to go well. Durathror asked several questions about his ideology, what he hoped to achieve, the half-elf replied; “blood will restore what was achieved”.
There was a flickering of light outside, then a crash of thunder. Cel left to investigate.
Durathror continued to talk with the half-elf. The half-elf didn’t appear to be reluctant to speak. He confirmed that both he and his master had taken masks, his master leaving him recently. He didn’t know where he had gone, but assumed he was continuing his research.
The scroll that had originally been recovered when Durathror was rescued had been recovered by his master from the ruins. Durathror asked the half elf what he was researching – he had researched the scroll and achieved “a moment of clarity”.
Another peal of thunder outside. Cel messaged with Casi, confirming that there didn’t appear to be any wolves in the sanctum. Moving quickly, quietly, Cel scooted up the debris fallen from the roof and up to the rim of the fall. He arrived to see fog at the edge of the cliff, and beginning to cascade over the path down to the building. Wolf howls could be heard in the distance, approaching. Staying a short while longer, Cel could see the fog approached the building, but stopping about a metre from the wall, spilling sidewise along some invisible barrier. Cel then returned the way he’d come.
The interrogation continued. Durathror asked if the cog tattoo represented movement. It was a broken cog, representing a breaking of industry.
- The group met whenever necessary
- Nature was rising up in response to “the blight that called itself a treasure” – the Treasury of All Knowledge
- The half-elf’s name was Zegosh, born to the north-west
- He had been with his master for 5 years. His master was a traveller, named Eremon, and also a half-elf.
- Eremon “rescued” Zegosh, literally and spiritually, knowing what is was like to be subject to prejudice
At that point, they gagged him.
Cel returned to the room, restoring the barricades against the doors. Casi messaged, advising that the wolves were returning, and sniffing at the door. After a while Casi updated the party, informing them that the wolves were settling down.
With the fog outside, the party decided to stay inside the building overnight, taking watches. On the first watch, Emilia heard a noise outside. Looking through the shutters, she could see rain coming down, dissipating the fog, and then recollecting. Every so often, she could swear, out of the corner of her eyes, that she could see it flicking into the shape of a hooded figure. Looking at Emilia, it appeared to shake its head. Lightning would flash, the form flickering and disappearing.
The other watches passed uneventfully. Taking the last watch, Durathror could hear howling and scraping in the sanctum and at the door into the doll-room. It then stopped. Casi messaged that the wolves had left. Looking outside, the storm had passed, and the mist had been obliterated by the rain.
Durathror inspected the doll further. Delving into its magic, it appeared to be an inscrutable entity, which could be given a small set of simple triggered commands, 6 in all.
Cel filled a water flask with some of the contents of the tapped barrel. He went out into the sanctum to inspect the seat and dais further. He recalled the Elder’s house in his own “branch”. There was 1 elder per branch of the elves, with five branches. This throne had an Elk or Deer motif marked on it. He wondered about the correlation with the masks in the round room in the ruins, and whether their doubling was connected to this master and apprentice relationship between the half elves.
Durathror and Jaku gathered up the remaining notes on the desk while Emelia tied up the half elf, keeping him gagged and hands tightly restrained. Cel left through the door at the bottom of the fall that the party had descended the prior day. Scouting ahead, there was no sign of the mist having damaged any plants. Climbing out was difficult, with the mud from the rain, but they clambered up eventually.
The party returned the way they had come, Cel scouting ahead, then waiting for the party to catch up before then scouting ahead again. The webbing had been burned out. Inspecting the pit, there was sediment, but nothing that appeared to store or trigger the fog. Cel wondered whether the spider nest had suppressed the fog, releasing it once the spiders had erupted from it.
Returning through the first ambush point, they noticed not too far along the old road that the rest of the forest was dry.
They trekked back along their path, and across the Fall, to the logging camp, reaching it by early evening as the camp was beginning to pack up. Meeting Vidar, the party arranged to return with them to Eichenfeld. On the back of the wagons, they returned to town.
At town, they took their prisoner to the cell block, noting the alarm bell. Alfrik was there, and immediately recognised the half-elf. He hadn’t associated him with the old guy, the master, that came in from time to time. He now recollected that he was in town the day Durathror had arrived, to collect supplies. Cel couldn’t detect any ulterior motive. Durathror left for the inn, with the remainder of the group staying to maintain a watch on Zegosh.
- Ed Brightaxe, male dwarf, former soldier
- Zegosh, male half-elf, assailant
- Vidar Breuer, male human, Logging Team Foreman
- Alfrik, male human, night watchman
- North Nordenwelt Wilds
- Zargath’s Fall
- Spider Haunt Woods
- Elder Hall Ruins
- Zargath’s Fall