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Chapter 1 : Interrupted
The crystalline crater of the Betrayer’s Rise.
Floating down, Yawro reached out to her half-orc friend,
“Gormack, are you ok?”
The others shimmied down with mixed success as a voice at the entrance spoke clear as the piercing crystals.
“Thanks for being my hunting dogs.”
A elven figure decked in red attire stepped in sneering. Filling in behind her were recognizable faces.
“The Everseekers,” Bo declared, gazing up from his vantage from the center altar.
Yawro shook the vision of the Raven Queen from her mind as potential danger presented itself.
“Search them, they have what I’m looking for.”
The Vestige… they thought, exchanging glances on what should be their next move.
Bo placed a hand on a Ripley who had suffered many wounds from the preceding battle. Healing would have to wait longer if they were to find safe passage.. and they’d need to do everything they could to avoid conflict.
Shambling clumsily down the crystal embankment, the Everseekers had about as much luck avoiding scrapes and gashes.
“We don’t have what you’re looking for,” declared Yawro.
“We used it to get in, we don’t have it anymore.” Bo added.
This must be the woman in Bazzoxan who was hiring mercenaries to raid the Betrayer’s Rise, they collectively surmised.
Aloysia Telfan.
Ayo approached Yawro and with a defeated sigh the halfling lifted her arms, something she had done many times when the Aurora Watch would raid the Gallimaufry searching for contraband.
"The hell’s this?” The water genasi raised an eyebrow to Yawro, as Maggie, Galsariad, and Irvan approached the other members of the party. She had taken several scrolls that had been crammed in the top of Yawro’s boots and uncoiled them, reading a few sentences.
“Is this canonical?” Ayo prodded.
“Nothing,” Yawro hissed, blood rising to her face, “just put em back.”
Smiling, Ayo turned to the woman in red, “Nothing here Aloysia,” her declaration almost triumphant at not giving their hired leader what she wanted.
The compliant party also searched, the Everseekers seemed relieved not to find the vestige, wanting to be free of their tasks.
This wasn’t what we signed up for their body language seemed to say.
Aloysia gritted her teeth, “HOW? How could you not have it?”
Her hand went deftly into an obscured pocket and flicking it open a cloud of red dust appeared,
“If you don’t have it, you’re all USELESS to me!”
Despite fighting the spell cast, Gormack, Bo, Ripley, Alban, and Yawro felt the world around them twist and contort.
The last glance of the red dust and the shock in the eyes of the Everseekers, was the last anyone saw before feeling chucked into a vacuum of madness.
Their bodies not only became weightless, but began to swirl violently, hurtling ass over tea kettle for what seemed like forever but what was likely a few moments.
The crystalline crater of the Betrayer’s Rise.
Floating down, Yawro reached out to her half-orc friend,
“Gormack, are you ok?”
The others shimmied down with mixed success as a voice at the entrance spoke clear as the piercing crystals.
“Thanks for being my hunting dogs.”
A elven figure decked in red attire stepped in sneering. Filling in behind her were recognizable faces.
“The Everseekers,” Bo declared, gazing up from his vantage from the center altar.
Yawro shook the vision of the Raven Queen from her mind as potential danger presented itself.
“Search them, they have what I’m looking for.”
The Vestige… they thought, exchanging glances on what should be their next move.
Bo placed a hand on a Ripley who had suffered many wounds from the preceding battle. Healing would have to wait longer if they were to find safe passage.. and they’d need to do everything they could to avoid conflict.
Shambling clumsily down the crystal embankment, the Everseekers had about as much luck avoiding scrapes and gashes.
“We don’t have what you’re looking for,” declared Yawro.
“We used it to get in, we don’t have it anymore.” Bo added.
This must be the woman in Bazzoxan who was hiring mercenaries to raid the Betrayer’s Rise, they collectively surmised.
Aloysia Telfan.
Ayo approached Yawro and with a defeated sigh the halfling lifted her arms, something she had done many times when the Aurora Watch would raid the Gallimaufry searching for contraband.
"The hell’s this?” The water genasi raised an eyebrow to Yawro, as Maggie, Galsariad, and Irvan approached the other members of the party. She had taken several scrolls that had been crammed in the top of Yawro’s boots and uncoiled them, reading a few sentences.
“Is this canonical?” Ayo prodded.
“Nothing,” Yawro hissed, blood rising to her face, “just put em back.”
Smiling, Ayo turned to the woman in red, “Nothing here Aloysia,” her declaration almost triumphant at not giving their hired leader what she wanted.
The compliant party also searched, the Everseekers seemed relieved not to find the vestige, wanting to be free of their tasks.
This wasn’t what we signed up for their body language seemed to say.
Aloysia gritted her teeth, “HOW? How could you not have it?”
Her hand went deftly into an obscured pocket and flicking it open a cloud of red dust appeared,
“If you don’t have it, you’re all USELESS to me!”
Despite fighting the spell cast, Gormack, Bo, Ripley, Alban, and Yawro felt the world around them twist and contort.
The last glance of the red dust and the shock in the eyes of the Everseekers, was the last anyone saw before feeling chucked into a vacuum of madness.
Their bodies not only became weightless, but began to swirl violently, hurtling ass over tea kettle for what seemed like forever but what was likely a few moments.