SESSION 16D: ZAVERE’S NEED

January 19th, 2008
The 6th Day of Kadal in the 790th Year of the Seyrunian Dynasty

RIDDLES AND REST

Another day of delving had left them exhausted, bloody, and battered. But, thanks to Dominic’s faith and the power of the gods, not dead.

They were, however, in desperate need of rest. So they headed back to the surface, looking forward eagerly to the clean sheets and warm beds of the Ghostly Minstrel.

When they arrived, most of them staggered straight up to bed. But Tellith called Tee over to the front desk – she had received a letter. Cracking open the seal of purple wax, Tee saw that it came from Lord Zavere: He had heard from Mand Scheben and was concerned. He would like to meet with all of them in the morning, if it would be possible.

As she finished reading, Tee looked up into the common room and spotted Iltumar Shon nursing a drink. She was clearly the worse for wear, but she had been hoping to run into the young blacksmith’s apprentice for a couple of days now.

With a smile she came up behind him: “It’s an anchor.”

Iltumar jumped in his seat and twisted around to look at her. “Mistress Tee?! Wha–?”

“The answer to your riddle. It’s an anchor.” Tee caught Zade’s eye from across the room and signaled for a drink. Then she pulled out a chair and sat down.

Iltumar’s face split into a wide grin. “It is an anchor!”

“Now I’ve got one for you:

Of all my siblings, which I have many,
I am the number, wise old twenty,
I always wear my long thin hat,
And stand on one leg; I’ve never sat.
I’m last of the last, and last of the first,
I’m last of the best, and last of the worst.
Who am I?

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SESSION 16C: THE BLACK CENTURIONS

January 19th, 2008
The 6th Day of Kadal in the 790th Year of the Seyrunian Dynasty

Congratulations rained down on Dominic. Agnarr pounded him on the back with his blood-slicked hand. (Prompting Dominic to give him something of an uncertain look.)

With jubilance still in the air, Tee went back to work on the door. She quickly had it unlocked and Agnarr stepped forward to swing it open.

Beyond the door there was, as they had suspected, a short hallway that emptied out into the room with the pool. (The glowgems from that large chamber were casting their eery silvery light down the length of the hall.) But there were also four other hallways heading off in perpendicular directions.

They proceeded cautiously: Heading to the first intersection, Tee looked both left and right. She discovered two antechambers similar to those in which they had found the black cords and broken machinery… only these were occupied.

In each of the small rooms, a humanoid construct of pitch black metal was suspended from an elaborate half-cocoon of complicated machinery that hung from the wall. Each construct was utterly featureless – their faces flat black planes. And, Tee realized, the constructs were actually hovering inside their cocoons – the only connection a slack black cord that plugged into the back of their necks.

Ranthir had never seen anything like them. In fact, even the metal from which they were crafted defied his ken. He moved into the room on the left to take a closer look. Tee and Agnarr positioned themselves in the room across the hall, keeping a nervous eye on the construct there. Elestra and Tor stayed back in the torture chamber, but Dominic came down and stood in the hall between the two rooms – looking towards each in turn.

Unfortunately, no one went to check on the next set of hallways. There had been a cursory discussion, but the decision was made that they should make sure that these first two chambers were secure before attempting to advance. But the next hallway was only ten feet away, and so there was little or no warning when one of the black centurions suddenly raced around the corner with seemingly preternatural and silent speed.

Dominic caught the flash of movement from the corner of his eye and whirled in time to see the centurion’s arm transforming – literally melding itself into a long, pointed spear. He stumbled back and opened his mouth to cry out, but then the creature was upon him. The spear flashed out towards his abdomen, and Dominic only barely managed to turn aside so that the blow ripped into his flesh instead of disemboweling him completely.

Dominic retreated. The centurion pursued, its arm transforming again – this time into a sword that hacked down mercilessly towards Dominic’s head. Dominic cringed before the blow— (more…)

IN THE SHADOW OF THE SPIRE

SESSION 16B: THE SANGUINEOUS DRINKER

January 19th, 2008
The 6th Day of Kadal in the 790th Year of the Seyrunian Dynasty

PRISON CELLS AND TORTURE CHAMBERS

Eventually Tee concluded that there was no way for her to get the door open: There was no mechanism for her to manipulate and she couldn’t figure out any way to fool what identification magic was being used by the palm reader.

They headed back to the hallway crossroads and went in the opposite direction. This took them into a small area with four chambers similar to the antechambers in which they had found the black cords upstairs. In each of the chambers, they could see the smashed remnants of complex machinery.

“What are these things?” Elestra openly wondered.

Nobody knew. But Ranthir, poking around through the wreckage, found more of the black cords leading from walls and attached to what was left of the machinery (suggesting that machinery like this might once have been found in the chambers upstairs, as well).

A doorway on the far end of this area led back out into the pool room. They turned around and went back to the crossroads, continuing on their way.

A set of double doors led them into another hallway, this one ending in another bluesteel door. This bluesteel door, however, had been heavily battered from the outside, bending it hideously inward. Despite its warped condition, however, its tremendous strength did not seem noticeably lessened. They had no luck trying to get past it.

So, instead, they took a side passage that led them into a narrow hall flanked by four prison cells. Each of the cells had a lever on the wall directly opposite it, and some quick experimentation by Agnarr revealed that these levers opened the bars on the cells (retracting them into the floor).

Two of the cells were occupied by skeletons. Tee shot a couple of arrows at them, just to be one the safe side, but they didn’t appear to be undead… just dead.

One of the cells, however, didn’t need to be opened: The bars had been broken and bent outward. (Clearly whatever had been locked in there hadn’t wanted to stay put.)

Agnarr was pondering the cells with a thoughtful look on his face. This made Tee nervous. “What is it, Agnarr?”

Agnarr turned to Dominic. “Is one of these bodies an orc?”

Dominic did a quick examination of the bones and identified that, in fact, one of the bodies had belonged to an orc.

Agnarr grinned, grabbed the hand from the orc skeleton, and ran back to the room with the rods and iron door. He stuck the bony hand into the palm reader…

(more…)

IN THE SHADOW OF THE SPIRE

SESSION 16A: TO LABYRINTH’S END

January 19th, 2008
The 6th Day of Kadal in the 790th Year of the Seyrunian Dynasty

They left the Temple of Asche. Tee headed down towards South Market to meet with Edarth and collect their payment for the consignment of gems. The rest of the group split up: Ranthir and Elestra headed back to the Delver’s Guild Library to continue Ranthir’s research. The others headed towards the Undermarket and began asking questions about the taint and showing around the tainted objects they had recovered.

Their goal was to find out more about the taint or the objects or both. Maybe there was some other way that they could dispose of the objects or cleanse themselves of the taint.

Unfortunately, their inquiries were unsuccessful. Those who had any familiarity with the taint could only give them one piece of advice: Stay away from it.

Sheva Callister told them the same thing when they asked her about it: “There are dark things beneath the city. Some look for the power to withstand them, but in my experience its better to learn how to avoid them.”

RETURN TO THE LOWER LEVEL

By noon they had all returned to the Ghostly Minstrel. They had learned nothing of value, but at least they had the money they would need to pay the Temple for their cleansing rites the next day.

Despite the fact that neither Tee nor Ranthir were feeling entirely well, the decision was made to return to Ghul’s Labyrinth. “I’d rather not just sit around and wait,” Tee said. “Besides, I may feel a little under the weather, but it’s not that bad.”

They first thing they did was open the doors to the temple of ebony, throw every item they had identified as tainted into the room, and then slam the door shut again. Then they headed straight back to the area they had been exploring before being driven out of the complex by their wounds. The strewn wreckage of the constructs was undisturbed, and they took this as a sign that there were no more immediate threats in the area.

On the far side of the chamber of the jewel scarabs they found a series of workshops that had apparently been dedicated to the creation of various constructs.

In the first of these chambers there was a large forge built into the corner. Strange metal frames were built up here and there and the middle of the room was dominated by a large stone worktable. The materials in this room had been badly damaged, but Ranthir estimated that it could still be quite valuable (worth 2,000 gold pieces or more). However, the total weight of it all – more than five thousand pounds – quickly dissuaded them from any thoughts of looting the place.

The new chamber appeared to be a parts storage of some kind. The walls of the room had been carved out with numerous cubbyholes, cabinets, shelves, and the like. Ranthir identified these golem construction parts as being more valuable – worth 5,000 gold pieces — and lighter weight (only a thousand pounds or so). But it was still more than they could hope to carry out of here. (“We’ll need to come back with hirelings,” Agnarr said, gazing appreciatively around the room.)

In the next chamber there were several rack-like structures running down the length of either wall. Most of these racks were empty, but two of them still contained mechanical constructs.

Various sections of these constructs, however, were open. They had either been disassembled or were never complete to begin with. Ranthir was intrigued at the thought of completing them, but this was a project that would undoubtedly require a great deal of study and even more time.

For now they moved on, taking a hall that led east out of this final chamber. This took them into another workroom in which a large drill – literally ten feet long and half as thick – was suspended from scaffolding. The drill was flanked by two workbenches and was clearly unfinished. However, Ranthir was able to ordain enough of its mechanisms to recognize that, intact, it would have been self-propelling. The drill’s cutting surfaces were edged with at least 9,000 gold pieces worth of adamantine.

While Ranthir had been examining the drill’s mechanisms, Tee had been poking through the workbenches. In one of the many drawers, she found a cedar box inlaid with Ghul’s skull sigil in blackoak on the lid.

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IN THE SHADOW OF THE SPIRE

SESSION 15C: THE TAINT OF GHUL

January 12th, 2008
The 6th Day of Kadal in the 790th Year of the Seyrunian Dynasty

MORNING SICKNESS

The next morning, Tee woke up early and was struck almost instantly by a wave of dizziness and nausea. She felt sick in both body and soul.

She woke Dominic, but he wasn’t able to find anything wrong with her. So she decided to cross Delver’s Square to St. Gustav’s Chapel and speak with Brother Fabitor. But, like Dominic, he wasn’t able to find anything wrong with her. She seemed perfectly healthy.

Frustrated and confused, Tee returned to the Ghostly Minstrel in time to join the others for breakfast. When she described what she was feeling, however, Ranthir suddenly spoke up: “Actually, now that you mention it, I haven’t been feeling well since we were exploring that strange temple yesterday.”

“And you didn’t say anything?” Tee was aghast.

“I didn’t think it was of import.”

Now they were all worried. Was the temple the ultimate source of Tee’s illness, as well? And, if so, would they all succumb to it eventually? And how bad would it get?

“It’s not a physical illness and it’s associated with Ghul’s Labyrinth,” Tee said. “Maybe somebody else has run into this before.”

“I could check at the Delver’s Guild Library,” Ranthir suggested.

“Good idea,” Tee said. “I’m supposed to be meeting with Mand Scheben at the Temple of Asche this morning. So I’ll meet up with you here for lunch? See what you’ve found?”

A CONVERSATION WITH MAND

When Tee reached the Temple of Asche, the priests took her directly to Mand’s office.

Tee had thought it was going to be difficult to explain what was troubling her, but she quickly found that she was gushing information: She told him all about the deal she had made with Malkeen (a detail that not even her comrades knew about) and then went on to describe her encounter with Malkeen the previous morning. This led her into an explanation of who Dullin was and how she had ended up sending him a note (although here, at least, she curtailed the explanation in much the same way she had with Malkeen himself).

Mand was concerned. Malkeen was dangerous, and he was certain that Lord Zavere had never meant for them to attract that kind of attention. He promised Tee that he would bring the matter up with Zavere as soon as possible.

After leaving Mand’s office, Tee felt twisted up inside: She wasn’t sure if she’d done the right thing. She certainly wasn’t happy with all the information that had spilled out of her. But it was what it was. She’d have to live with it.

THE SHADOW OF TAINT

Tee returned to the Ghostly Minstrel. About an hour later, Ranthir came back, as well.

The news wasn’t good: Based on the description of their symptoms and the events surrounding it, Ranthir suspected that they were suffering from a phenomenon known as “taint”. Taint was a perversion of the natural order – a corruption so profound it warped the very nature of reality. It was a manifestation of extreme evil or chaos concentrated into a single creature, artifact, ritual, location, or act.

Ranthir suspected that the temple they had explored was a tainted place. It was also possible that some of the items they had taken from the Labyrinth were tainted themselves (which would explain why Tee didn’t begin manifesting symptoms until hours later).

“How can we know for sure?” Tee asked.

“Certain divination spells – particularly those which can detect the presence evil or chaos – can detect the taint,” Ranthir said.

Dominic said that he would be able to pray for such divinations in the morning, but Tee wasn’t willing to wait. She marched them all straight back to the Temple of Asche.

Mand was surprised to see that Tee had come back so quickly, but when he heard the situation he quickly summoned in one of the other priests and had him perform the appropriate rites.

These confirmed their fears: Tee and Ranthir had been touched by the taint, which clung to them like a miasma. In addition, several of the objects that Tee carried proved to be tainted themselves – specifically the two cube-like hunks of metal; the small box of metallic discs (specifically the discs themselves); the glass sphere filled with blackish liquid; and the twenty arrows of milky-white glass.

Mand Scheben knew that there were holy rites that could cleanse the taint out of them, but they would be expensive – even with the favored status in which the Temple of Asche held them. (There were lesser rites that wouldn’t be so expensive – but they would leave some residue of the taint behind.)

In fact, the only way they could afford the more expensive rituals would be with the money they were going to get for the gemstones Tee had consigned to Edarth’s the day before. They hadn’t been paid for that consignment yet, but they would be soon enough. Tee asked Mand if the proper rites could be prepared for the next day. Mand agreed.

Tee also asked him if the church would be willing to take the tainted objects from them. But at this Mand balked: He would have to consult with the elders of the church before agreeing to such a thing. Tee was frustrated by this – “You’re a church! That’s what you’re supposed to do!” – but really had no choice in the matter.

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