Snow meets Auger's gaze for a moment and his brow furrows ever so slightly. This was the point where they must choose exactly how honest they were going to be, and how much of the truth they were going to tell.
"Firstly Zdan, I should let you know that Auger and I are not travelling unaccompanied. We split from half our party a short time ago, and will be re-uniting with them soon. If the other two members of our merry band happen to come upon us, know that they are not a threat, but will defend themselves if necessary. We should make sure there are no offensive actions taken by accident", he says diplomatically. "And be assured their thoughts on the matters we have discussed mirror our own".
He watches Zdan to see if this news causes him concern, but carries on talking, hoping to make light of the statement. He lowers his voice so the common soldiers do not hear the rest of what he has to say. "I am afraid the news we have of the road ahead is far from good. The Abziri Dacha is now under the control of Seneschal Tazellayt and Lady Izzebudjin of House Jlasi, and Lord Abziri is detained in Kalahata as far as we are aware. Worse still, this Lord and Lady Tazellayt are in fact in league with the goblin clans in the area", he stops at this point, a sad look on his face.
"I understand this news is shocking, but I swear it to be the truth", he adds with a grim nod, waiting for a response and looking to Auger in case he wishes to elaborate further.
When Snow delivers his shocking news, Dzan’s face screws up in confusion momentarily. He looks away, his eyes drifting up the mountain slopes to study the mist retreating up the foothills. He takes a deep breath, and opens a small pouch of treesap gum from his belt. He bites off a bit of the pungent substance, begins to chew thoughtfully. He offers the pouch to Snow and Auger. The salt-and-pepper bearded veteran contemplates, chewing slowly, then finally continues.
“Last month, when the goblins appeared, a crier come around the dacha and into Outghal. Announced something different from what you said. Announced, ‘Lord Abziri has made a pact with goblins from the Bantus; the Princess has put the dacha under control of Tazellayt Jlasi as Seneschal to rid the vale of the scourge.’ “
He pauses, eyes seeking answers in the distance. “But,” he continues, “the killing kept on, and we seen nothing happen. Thas why we’re here.”
He turns to Snow and Auger, now assessing. “How did you come across this news? About the Seneschal being in league with the goblins?” He seems not interested in poking holes in your story so much as trying to understand the truth of the goblin situation.
"We were up at the castle not far from here,"Auger answers, passing on the treesap gum. "There was a whole swarm of them getting ready to breed. We saw the threat and took care of that pack as near as we can tell. More than a hundred of them. Then we confronted the Jlasi leader and he outright confirmed what Snow says. The Jlasi are working with the goblins. Or at least they were until we came along. We fought the Seneschal and his Lady. They proved quite formidable and -- knocked us out -- and got away."
Auger does not really try to cover for his stumble. He and the others were out and only know of what happened next due to others supplying information.
"You can confirm with the caretakers of the Abziri Castle. They were forced to serve their new Lord and Lady. And the Goblins. For a time."
Py, go ahead and update Varielky and Granophyre.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
DM of RotFM | AUGER the Warlock (Archfey & the Chain) / Shadow Sorcerer in Age of Resurgence | Rahui & Javier in Sea of Memory
Snow smiles and holds up his palm, politely waving away the tree sap gum.
“It is true we were bested, and unfortunately before we could determine a reason for the alliance between the Seneschal and the goblins. But we can assume they were building an army, having seen the sheer number of goblins being spawned”, he says, adding to Auger’s account.
“One thing is for sure, there are some strange politics at play in the Vale, and in truth I struggle to understand the interplay between the parties involved. Do you know much about the dealings between the Governor, the Princess and the Lords of the Vale? Why would the Abziri be set up like this, and control of their lands given to the Jlasi?”, he asks, trying to make this more of an exchange of information.
Dzan — and the others, who are drawn with more and more interest to your tale, jaws agape — listens intently.
“You… took care of a hundred goblins? Just you? And the goblins are with the Jlasi’s? And the old Isgadens… they had to bow to goblins??”
A fury comes into his eyes, of confusion, pain, anger, resentment. To Snow’s questions, he answers, but his barely controlled anger crescendoes and searches to lash out. “None here know anything of that sort. We are simple people who only want to live without being backstabbed by our rulers or the flocking empire!”
“Or…,” he says, now glaring at you, “by strangers on the road!! How could you two alone defeat one hundred goblins? Only five of em held off my fighters and wounded one of em!,” he shouts, gesturing to the hurt rider.
“Dzan!,” interrupts the flag bearer, “Stop! They’re more than they seem. I hear so much in his voice…,” she says, gesturing to Snow, “and, look at em. They’re heroes. And Dzan… remember the tales from Asni?? The heroes in the Vale, helpin to throw off the sheckles of the empire? I bet this is them? Why, they could kill a hundred goblins with a snap of their fingers, I bet!,” she finishes, clicking her fingers once impetuously above her head.
The eyes of the onlookers threaten to spill out of their faces, so rapt are the company, who stand silently now, awaiting your response with barely concealed hope and urgency.
"Well as Snow said, we did work with our friends." Auger makes eye contact with the flagbearer, raises his hand, as if to snap as he says, "Though we are formidable in our fashion." Auger then merely opens his hand and with a slight hint of concentration crossing his brow, produces simple indigo lights which he moves about slowly for the crowd, hoping for some reaction. Auger lets the spectacle go on for a moment before he lets the lights go and adds, "The Isgadens are as well as can be considering everything that happened. I would say they would be heartened to see you all here in the Vale, rising up to assist them and those who suffer similarly."
Thinking for a moment Auger continues speaking, hoping that Snow would be able to enhance the thread. "And yes. That was us in Asni, though I would call the true heroes the simple townsfolk there who would stand against the mighty. Is there news from there? Have they taken any action?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
DM of RotFM | AUGER the Warlock (Archfey & the Chain) / Shadow Sorcerer in Age of Resurgence | Rahui & Javier in Sea of Memory
Snow watches Auger's effortless show of magic and smiles.
"It is true we passed through Asni and Bou Azza on our way here, and we were able to be of help to a couple from Asni who ran afoul of the corruption of the Empire and Poppy Lords", he says embellishing further on their story.
"As with every good story, it has a life of it's own though, and I am sure our deeds are now far more extraordinary in the telling", he adds with a chuckle as he flamboyantly uses his invisible hand to grab a waterskin that one of the soldiers placed on the floor and bring it to his lips.
As they await the answer to Auger's question, he quickly and subtly points his bow towards the gully Varielky and Strewn were hiding in and whispers, "I think it is safe for you to join us, as long as you are comfortable having your face seen. There is no direct danger here that I can see", to Strewn.
Granophyre relays Snow’s message to Varielky, and if she agrees to join him, pulls himself up out of the culvert with the help of his golden bird which flaps upwards, straining, as he holds its small legs in one hand, then, on solid footing again, the old sage moves downhill to join Auger & Snow.
With oohs and aahs, the company of fighters betray wonderment and excitement at the display of Auger and Snow’s magic. The flag bearer giggles brightly, a melodious sound, and holds Dzan’s reluctant eyes, almost entrapping him with joy until a corner of his mouth tilts upwards in a half smile.
“I am sorry, heroes of the Vale,” he says, stumbling. “I did not know. And we’ve heard nothing more from Asni, except that they, too, are turning to the old banner of the Red Cypress. But… how…?,” he searches for words, whic the flag bearer interrupts, her voice breaking with excitement, her eyes now glued to Snow’s, beseeching and enamored. “Tell us the tale, silver-tongued Snow! How did you defeat so many? Leave out no details!”
“And,” interjects Dzan, holding up his hands to keep the excitement at bay, “…is the goblin horde really defeated? Is that why we have met so few?”
(OOC: if you decide to tell them, you can summarize, and FYI, yes: the goblins have gone packing thanks to you, although there will be stragglers. Granophyre & Varielky now join the conversation and we’ll assume Auger or Snow catch them up with what has been said so far.)
Varielky follows Granophyre. If he thinks it is safe, she'll follow. "They may be farmers, but they're no bunch of kids with pointed sticks. They've practised, at least for a bit." She shares her thoughts as they make their way to them. "Though, that doesn't make them soldiers either. If the valley is to rise against both the opium families and the empire... I don't see their future bright. They need more than just guidance or the help of only us four. Though I do not know the solution, freeing the vale would not be as simple as I hoped."
When they arrive, Varielky remains at the back of the group. The others are already talking, and unless she has something really important to say, she has no reason to interrupt. Moreover, the threat of an attack still hangs in her mind. After all, the Red Cypress wanted something of Strewn... or Ednyss. And although she avoids asking directly, she listens to the rest of the conversation intently, in case someone says anything that might disclose more about that matter.
“How did we do it you ask? Well that is actually a far simpler tale than you might imagine”, he says with a wide smile.
“As Zdan will tell you, knowledge is a very powerful tool. And as fortune would have it, when we four simple travellers were on our way to the Abziri Dacha, we came across a farmhouse that was being used as a spawning site of the goblins”, he was in his element now.
“What, you don’t think that was fortuitous?”, he says in exaggerated amazement. “Well you would be wrong, because the goblin that had been left to guard the farmhouse was a font of knowledge. After my companions subdued it, we used magic to question it. That was how we learned that the Abziri Dacha was now home to a large clan of goblins, and that it was being used as the spawning site for a goblin army. An army to be under the control of the Jlasi Seneschal and his lady, although that was not clear at that time”.
“Well, good folk could not stand idly by on hearing such news. As you have said, goblins in small numbers are a pest, but in large numbers could cause irreparable damage to the Vale. And so we set off for the Dacha, the task ahead of us heavy on our shoulders. Surely there would people at the Dacha that could help, surely it was not true that it was home to goblins”, he says miming being weighed down by expectation.
“But you know what? When we got to the Dacha, there was no-one to be seen….outside anyway!”.
“We wandered through the courtyard and to the main entrance, quietly opening the door. We peaked inside and … BOOM! … we came across the first handful of goblins”, he says, his tone quiet and gentle until he surprised his listeners with the boom.
“Now a handful we can handle, and so we did, easily enough”, he smiles as he gesticulates with his hands as he tells the story.
“With those few out the way, we made our way into the Dacha proper, coming to the great hall. Have any of you seen the Great Hall?”, he asks trying to get their involvement and hold them in his thrall.
“Large enough for hundreds of men and women! But it was not men and women occupying it that day”, he says shaking his head grimly.
“But that did not stop a warrior such as Varielky here”, he says motioning to her. “She was not afraid to meet the enemy head on, no matter their numbers. And face them she did, each mighty sweep of her sword cleaving through many a goblin!”.
“And Auger here, with but a word and a gesture, mighty blasts tore through a dozen goblins!”, he adds some sound effects at this point.
“And yet the goblin horde kept coming. Greybeard here kept us all on our feet to keep the seemingly unending waves of them at bay. And myself”, he pauses to let the anticipation grow.
“I summoned a column of purifying light that swept through their ranks. And when the dust settled, the great hall was ours”, he says punching his fist into the air.
“But it wasn’t over, some had escaped to the upstairs of the Dacha, and we could tell the goblins were using the basement to spawn, because the smell was horrific”.
“We decided to deal with the spawning first, finding the bodies of horses and cows laid out in the crypt, being used as vessels for their hideous offspring to grow. And worse, they were defended by many more goblins. We fought them, but the reinforcements from upstairs would soon arrive. And there were things worse than goblins at play”.
He looks around the group of soldiers, meeting many of their eyes as he once again lets the tension build.
“We started to hear thunderous footsteps approaching down the stairs. Fortunately we had grabbed the oil from the kitchens as we passed through, and having dispatched the goblins in the crypt, managed to saturate the spawning sacks with it. And not a moment too soon, as from the stairs appeared…”, he makes a horrified expression, “…a TROLL!”.
“We were trapped! The troll blocked our escape and we knew we had to light the fire. This was surely the end”, he says with a sad shake of his head.
“But then out of no-where, Jabu Isgaden appears, offering a route to safety. We lit the fires, destroying the spawning sacks and gravely injuring the troll, and made our escape in the knick of time!”, he says acting exhausted.
“And the rest, that is a story for another time”, he says, remembering the first rule of the bard. Always leave them wanting more….
As Snow gets going, Auger smiles along and nods. Auger finds that being represented as a hero is disconcerting, particularly when his own experience of the events was of terror mixed with the occasional sense of discovery from figuring out his own abilities.
When 'Greybeard' and Varielky join the group Auger briefly whispers to them, "Zdan there leads,"while pointing him out. Auger is otherwise content to let Snow tell their story.
After giving them time to react to the story Auger asks after any other news to the south. "We saw airships arriving at El Harrouch as we came north and have some word of high level Empire activity here in the Vale. Do you know anything of what is happening there?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
DM of RotFM | AUGER the Warlock (Archfey & the Chain) / Shadow Sorcerer in Age of Resurgence | Rahui & Javier in Sea of Memory
When Varielky and Granophyre make their way down the hillside to join Snow and Auger, the Shians bow or offer a salute, clearly impressed by the shield-maiden, and curious about the old sage. As the Red Cypress banner snaps in the breeze and songbirds reel and twitter in the morning air, the Shians sit on their haunches, or stand with thumbs in belts, jaws slack and eyes distant, as, captivated by Snow’s tale, they listen attentively, transported by the bard’s storytelling to the stormy night in Abziri Castle and the great battle. They urge him on when he pauses, unable to control their curiosity. They cheer with each small triumph or shiver with each setback, yelling “NO!!!,” when Snow announces the troll’s attack, and then plead with Snow to continue his tale. The flagbearer’s eyes glow brightly, and she blushes when Snow’s glance falls on her.
To Auger’s question, Dzan answers, “We are but simple townsfolk and know nothing of such things. Only that they break their promises to defend the people of the Vale. But then,” he continues, bending his knee to you four, “what need do we have of them when heroes such as yourselves have done so much, and for nothing? Only tell us what you would wish in return, and I will see to it. But will you help us to finish the job you began? We will continue to scour our lands and ensure that our people can safely return to their farms.”
Auger nods to Dzan as he speaks about the goblins threat. "As near as we can tell, the bulk of the threat has been handled but I suspect you will be dealing with stragglers for some time. Our business requires us to head south so I do not think we can join you in your efforts. My simple advice would be to keep your group collected. Move loudly and with confidence and the mere sight of the bunch of you together will be enough to drive those few stragglers away. Or so I think, Varielky here is much better informed in matters of fighting and war. I would follow any advice she gives without question."
Auger pauses to allow Varielky to speak if she chooses. After that conversation concludes Auger politely suggests the group should continue moving on.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
DM of RotFM | AUGER the Warlock (Archfey & the Chain) / Shadow Sorcerer in Age of Resurgence | Rahui & Javier in Sea of Memory
Snow waves away the pleas for more, "Another time, I promise".
As Dzan asks for their assistance, an uncertain look crosses his face. He is torn as he does want to help these people, and more than that, protect them as best he can. He looks across to Auger and listens as he explains their situation.
"If it must be that we part company now, then yes do heed Varielky's advice. And also know that you are stronger together. Look after each other, watch each other's backs and listen to Dzan. Most importantly, make sure that when we do meet again, it will be you all sharing your stories with us!", he says with a big smile, walking amongst them and shaking their hands.
He looks across to Strewn and whispers, "Must we leave them?".
"Umm, yes," Varielky is caught unprepared. "It might work. They're definitely less likely to attack organised groups, especially ones carrying weapons. They didn't value honour in combat, and so I think it's safe to say they'd prioritise small groups and unarmed civilians... farmers..." Varielky trails off, thinking for a moment.
"Actually, I'd say you're better off focusing on defending the people than bringing the fight to the Goblins,"Varielky continues. "Otherwise, they'll attack the defenceless villages while their best men are gone," talking from experience? It didn't sound like mere theory as Varielky was speaking. "And besides, the places where they spawn - the only place where hitting them would truly hurt their numbers - are always guarded, from our experience. You won't defeat them without casualties, going that route. Lastly..." she carefully chooses her words because she does not know how much Snow had already told them, and these were the Red Cypress, after all. "There's a word going about a possibility of an uprising, a rebellion, of the people of the Vale against their oppressors - the opium lords and perhaps the empire too. The Goblins could provide you with a perfect excuse to arm the vale, as means of self-defence. Maybe even build improvised fortifications..." Varielky starts getting carried away, but realises so and stops.
"In simpler words," Varielky decides to conclude, "the life of each person on the vale is worth more than a hundred Goblins. Don't throw away yours for less than that."
Granophyre nods to Snow and Auger, and after Varielky has given her advice to the Shians, the four of you stand and bid the company farewell. But before you part, a transformation comes over the flagbearer.
As her eyes shoot back and forth in surprise, leaves and tendrils sprout from her flagpole, and then, they sprout from her hands and feet, implanting her in the gravel path like a cypress tree, which grows, in moments, from a sapling to maturity. Her eyes glow green like sunlight through bright foliage, and her voice now groans and whispers like the boughs of an ancient wood.
“Strewn. Come to me! Your path through the Vale may be obstructed or eased, at my pleasure! Come to me and if your quest is pure you will receive my blessing.” The roots of the cypress entangle the entire company, and the Shians recoil in fear, while also genuflecting and clasping their hands in prayer to the cypress.
Then, the roots retract once again, the leaves and tendrils, as if in reverse motion, retreat back to the banner-holder’s hands and feet, then disappear. Looking around in complete surprise, her shoulders tight and her breath bursting in and out, the flag-bearer’s eyes lock with Dzan’s, who grips her shoulder before turning to you.
“The Cypress calls you. You are… holy in our eyes. If you answer her call, go to the hill, outside of El Harrouch Castle, where the Spirit of the Red Cypress dwells. The Red Cypress will show you the way when you are close.”
”The Red Cypress will show you the way,” repeat the others, in unison.
Unable to help himself, at the first sign of the strange transformation Auger finds he has prepared himself for combat, his spinning violet orbs drawn from the Yemma's Diadem, his connection to the Sea of Stars solidified. Measuring potentials he sees he has reached for his strange darkness though he has not yet cast it. How strange to fight with both darkness and light, he thinks as he almost brings himself to further action. His rod extended in front of him to redirect energies or attacks as needed, Auger is surprised to see that the tree the young flagbearer has transformed into has spoken and -- it has addressed Strewn.
Then the roots detract and Auger must think again at the words. "Obstructed or eased,"he repeats aloud.
As Dzan begins speaking and as all can see that the flagbearer has returned to normal, Auger deliberately makes himself relax, bringing his rod back to his side and setting aside thoughts of defenses or attacks. His lights remain spinning in place however.
After the eerie unified chant from all present Auger waits a beat and then responds, nodding, "The Red Cypress will show us the way."Auger then waits another beat and allows his spinning lights to disappear before saying, "Well. That was something. Are... appearances such as this a common thing for devotees such as yourself? "
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
DM of RotFM | AUGER the Warlock (Archfey & the Chain) / Shadow Sorcerer in Age of Resurgence | Rahui & Javier in Sea of Memory
With two quick steps, Varielky now stands in front of the others, her sword drawn. She already reaches for her shield as well when the roots retract. She then stands there in confusion, unsure whether this means they're about to be attacked at any moment or not. Even when it is clear, or at least appears so, that fighting between the two groups isn't going to start, Varielky sheathes her sword but her hand remains firm on its hilt, and she remains in the front, ready to protect the others.
"I don't like this at all," Varielky tells Strewn, and although she lowers her voice a bit, it's not impossible that the Shians hear her as well. "Our previous encounter with this Red Cypress was not a welcoming one, and although we'd all appreciate our journey being eased, I'd rather have it stay as it is than have it obstructed. Animals and other nature-related things have not been kind to us ever since we left Ishi Ammah."
Snow reacts with wonder and intrigue more than worry and suspicion as the flag bearer turns into the tree and speaks to Strewn. The fact it knew him was concerning, but what a sight to behold!
"You see", he says to the group, "your great tale has already started".
He turns to the others. "The Red Cypress obviously still has power over this land. We should be respectful in our dealings with it".
He then wanders off shaking his head at yet another amazing experience that this journey of his has brought him to. Not all had been positive, but this one he would class in that vain. Even if there had been a warning that came with it, he was almost certain that their quest was pure, and they had helped this land along the way. Surely the Red Cypress would acknowledge that.
Dzan shakes his head humbly but firmly in reply to Auger. His mouth works soundlessly for a moment, before he offers a long, crisp, military bow, which is echoed by the rest of the Shian company. “Fare well, heroes of the Vale,” he says, his voice full with emotion, and he leads the force onward, dispatching the camel riders to scout their flank as they had before. The flag bearer sends one last glance to Snow, her eyes having returned to normal, her prior expression of attraction now reading more as awe.
The sun moves toward its zenith as you continue on foot towards Outghal, the stream to your right lapping quietly at its banks, the lemony fragrance of tarragon blowing from the uphill fields. Granophyre seems lost in thought.
“I am baffled,” he eventually confides. “What does a powerful force such as this care about an ancient dwarven axe? Never in all my years have I seen anything like it. So many expeditions, so many old trinkets… How does this journey pull into focus so many forces, both mortal and immortal? The Empire… I understand, of course. But a goddess… If only I were at home with my library at hand. Perhaps there is an answer somewhere. But for now,” and his eyes gleam with the fire which has driven his scientific mind for decades, “for now, my curiosity is redoubled. What will I find at journey’s end? I must know!”
(OOC: is there anything else you wish to do before reaching Outghal?)
Snow meets Auger's gaze for a moment and his brow furrows ever so slightly. This was the point where they must choose exactly how honest they were going to be, and how much of the truth they were going to tell.
"Firstly Zdan, I should let you know that Auger and I are not travelling unaccompanied. We split from half our party a short time ago, and will be re-uniting with them soon. If the other two members of our merry band happen to come upon us, know that they are not a threat, but will defend themselves if necessary. We should make sure there are no offensive actions taken by accident", he says diplomatically. "And be assured their thoughts on the matters we have discussed mirror our own".
He watches Zdan to see if this news causes him concern, but carries on talking, hoping to make light of the statement. He lowers his voice so the common soldiers do not hear the rest of what he has to say. "I am afraid the news we have of the road ahead is far from good. The Abziri Dacha is now under the control of Seneschal Tazellayt and Lady Izzebudjin of House Jlasi, and Lord Abziri is detained in Kalahata as far as we are aware. Worse still, this Lord and Lady Tazellayt are in fact in league with the goblin clans in the area", he stops at this point, a sad look on his face.
"I understand this news is shocking, but I swear it to be the truth", he adds with a grim nod, waiting for a response and looking to Auger in case he wishes to elaborate further.
Persuasion: (5, 9) + 8 =17
Insight: 5 + 4 =9
Concentration: Enhance Ability (Eagle's Splendor) - Advantage on Charisma checks - approx 1 hour
Special: Comprehend Languages - approx 1 hour
When Snow delivers his shocking news, Dzan’s face screws up in confusion momentarily. He looks away, his eyes drifting up the mountain slopes to study the mist retreating up the foothills. He takes a deep breath, and opens a small pouch of treesap gum from his belt. He bites off a bit of the pungent substance, begins to chew thoughtfully. He offers the pouch to Snow and Auger. The salt-and-pepper bearded veteran contemplates, chewing slowly, then finally continues.
“Last month, when the goblins appeared, a crier come around the dacha and into Outghal. Announced something different from what you said. Announced, ‘Lord Abziri has made a pact with goblins from the Bantus; the Princess has put the dacha under control of Tazellayt Jlasi as Seneschal to rid the vale of the scourge.’ “
He pauses, eyes seeking answers in the distance. “But,” he continues, “the killing kept on, and we seen nothing happen. Thas why we’re here.”
He turns to Snow and Auger, now assessing. “How did you come across this news? About the Seneschal being in league with the goblins?” He seems not interested in poking holes in your story so much as trying to understand the truth of the goblin situation.
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
"We were up at the castle not far from here," Auger answers, passing on the treesap gum. "There was a whole swarm of them getting ready to breed. We saw the threat and took care of that pack as near as we can tell. More than a hundred of them. Then we confronted the Jlasi leader and he outright confirmed what Snow says. The Jlasi are working with the goblins. Or at least they were until we came along. We fought the Seneschal and his Lady. They proved quite formidable and -- knocked us out -- and got away."
Auger does not really try to cover for his stumble. He and the others were out and only know of what happened next due to others supplying information.
"You can confirm with the caretakers of the Abziri Castle. They were forced to serve their new Lord and Lady. And the Goblins. For a time."
Py, go ahead and update Varielky and Granophyre.
DM of RotFM | AUGER the Warlock (Archfey & the Chain) / Shadow Sorcerer in Age of Resurgence | Rahui & Javier in Sea of Memory
Snow smiles and holds up his palm, politely waving away the tree sap gum.
“It is true we were bested, and unfortunately before we could determine a reason for the alliance between the Seneschal and the goblins. But we can assume they were building an army, having seen the sheer number of goblins being spawned”, he says, adding to Auger’s account.
“One thing is for sure, there are some strange politics at play in the Vale, and in truth I struggle to understand the interplay between the parties involved. Do you know much about the dealings between the Governor, the Princess and the Lords of the Vale? Why would the Abziri be set up like this, and control of their lands given to the Jlasi?”, he asks, trying to make this more of an exchange of information.
Dzan — and the others, who are drawn with more and more interest to your tale, jaws agape — listens intently.
“You… took care of a hundred goblins? Just you? And the goblins are with the Jlasi’s? And the old Isgadens… they had to bow to goblins??”
A fury comes into his eyes, of confusion, pain, anger, resentment. To Snow’s questions, he answers, but his barely controlled anger crescendoes and searches to lash out. “None here know anything of that sort. We are simple people who only want to live without being backstabbed by our rulers or the flocking empire!”
“Or…,” he says, now glaring at you, “by strangers on the road!! How could you two alone defeat one hundred goblins? Only five of em held off my fighters and wounded one of em!,” he shouts, gesturing to the hurt rider.
“Dzan!,” interrupts the flag bearer, “Stop! They’re more than they seem. I hear so much in his voice…,” she says, gesturing to Snow, “and, look at em. They’re heroes. And Dzan… remember the tales from Asni?? The heroes in the Vale, helpin to throw off the sheckles of the empire? I bet this is them? Why, they could kill a hundred goblins with a snap of their fingers, I bet!,” she finishes, clicking her fingers once impetuously above her head.
The eyes of the onlookers threaten to spill out of their faces, so rapt are the company, who stand silently now, awaiting your response with barely concealed hope and urgency.
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
"Well as Snow said, we did work with our friends." Auger makes eye contact with the flagbearer, raises his hand, as if to snap as he says, "Though we are formidable in our fashion." Auger then merely opens his hand and with a slight hint of concentration crossing his brow, produces simple indigo lights which he moves about slowly for the crowd, hoping for some reaction. Auger lets the spectacle go on for a moment before he lets the lights go and adds, "The Isgadens are as well as can be considering everything that happened. I would say they would be heartened to see you all here in the Vale, rising up to assist them and those who suffer similarly."
Thinking for a moment Auger continues speaking, hoping that Snow would be able to enhance the thread. "And yes. That was us in Asni, though I would call the true heroes the simple townsfolk there who would stand against the mighty. Is there news from there? Have they taken any action?"
DM of RotFM | AUGER the Warlock (Archfey & the Chain) / Shadow Sorcerer in Age of Resurgence | Rahui & Javier in Sea of Memory
Snow watches Auger's effortless show of magic and smiles.
"It is true we passed through Asni and Bou Azza on our way here, and we were able to be of help to a couple from Asni who ran afoul of the corruption of the Empire and Poppy Lords", he says embellishing further on their story.
"As with every good story, it has a life of it's own though, and I am sure our deeds are now far more extraordinary in the telling", he adds with a chuckle as he flamboyantly uses his invisible hand to grab a waterskin that one of the soldiers placed on the floor and bring it to his lips.
As they await the answer to Auger's question, he quickly and subtly points his bow towards the gully Varielky and Strewn were hiding in and whispers, "I think it is safe for you to join us, as long as you are comfortable having your face seen. There is no direct danger here that I can see", to Strewn.
Granophyre relays Snow’s message to Varielky, and if she agrees to join him, pulls himself up out of the culvert with the help of his golden bird which flaps upwards, straining, as he holds its small legs in one hand, then, on solid footing again, the old sage moves downhill to join Auger & Snow.
With oohs and aahs, the company of fighters betray wonderment and excitement at the display of Auger and Snow’s magic. The flag bearer giggles brightly, a melodious sound, and holds Dzan’s reluctant eyes, almost entrapping him with joy until a corner of his mouth tilts upwards in a half smile.
“I am sorry, heroes of the Vale,” he says, stumbling. “I did not know. And we’ve heard nothing more from Asni, except that they, too, are turning to the old banner of the Red Cypress. But… how…?,” he searches for words, whic the flag bearer interrupts, her voice breaking with excitement, her eyes now glued to Snow’s, beseeching and enamored. “Tell us the tale, silver-tongued Snow! How did you defeat so many? Leave out no details!”
“And,” interjects Dzan, holding up his hands to keep the excitement at bay, “…is the goblin horde really defeated? Is that why we have met so few?”
(OOC: if you decide to tell them, you can summarize, and FYI, yes: the goblins have gone packing thanks to you, although there will be stragglers. Granophyre & Varielky now join the conversation and we’ll assume Auger or Snow catch them up with what has been said so far.)
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
Varielky follows Granophyre. If he thinks it is safe, she'll follow. "They may be farmers, but they're no bunch of kids with pointed sticks. They've practised, at least for a bit." She shares her thoughts as they make their way to them. "Though, that doesn't make them soldiers either. If the valley is to rise against both the opium families and the empire... I don't see their future bright. They need more than just guidance or the help of only us four. Though I do not know the solution, freeing the vale would not be as simple as I hoped."
When they arrive, Varielky remains at the back of the group. The others are already talking, and unless she has something really important to say, she has no reason to interrupt. Moreover, the threat of an attack still hangs in her mind. After all, the Red Cypress wanted something of Strewn... or Ednyss. And although she avoids asking directly, she listens to the rest of the conversation intently, in case someone says anything that might disclose more about that matter.
Varielky
“How did we do it you ask? Well that is actually a far simpler tale than you might imagine”, he says with a wide smile.
“As Zdan will tell you, knowledge is a very powerful tool. And as fortune would have it, when we four simple travellers were on our way to the Abziri Dacha, we came across a farmhouse that was being used as a spawning site of the goblins”, he was in his element now.
“What, you don’t think that was fortuitous?”, he says in exaggerated amazement. “Well you would be wrong, because the goblin that had been left to guard the farmhouse was a font of knowledge. After my companions subdued it, we used magic to question it. That was how we learned that the Abziri Dacha was now home to a large clan of goblins, and that it was being used as the spawning site for a goblin army. An army to be under the control of the Jlasi Seneschal and his lady, although that was not clear at that time”.
“Well, good folk could not stand idly by on hearing such news. As you have said, goblins in small numbers are a pest, but in large numbers could cause irreparable damage to the Vale. And so we set off for the Dacha, the task ahead of us heavy on our shoulders. Surely there would people at the Dacha that could help, surely it was not true that it was home to goblins”, he says miming being weighed down by expectation.
“But you know what? When we got to the Dacha, there was no-one to be seen….outside anyway!”.
“We wandered through the courtyard and to the main entrance, quietly opening the door. We peaked inside and … BOOM! … we came across the first handful of goblins”, he says, his tone quiet and gentle until he surprised his listeners with the boom.
“Now a handful we can handle, and so we did, easily enough”, he smiles as he gesticulates with his hands as he tells the story.
“With those few out the way, we made our way into the Dacha proper, coming to the great hall. Have any of you seen the Great Hall?”, he asks trying to get their involvement and hold them in his thrall.
“Large enough for hundreds of men and women! But it was not men and women occupying it that day”, he says shaking his head grimly.
“But that did not stop a warrior such as Varielky here”, he says motioning to her. “She was not afraid to meet the enemy head on, no matter their numbers. And face them she did, each mighty sweep of her sword cleaving through many a goblin!”.
“And Auger here, with but a word and a gesture, mighty blasts tore through a dozen goblins!”, he adds some sound effects at this point.
“And yet the goblin horde kept coming. Greybeard here kept us all on our feet to keep the seemingly unending waves of them at bay. And myself”, he pauses to let the anticipation grow.
“I summoned a column of purifying light that swept through their ranks. And when the dust settled, the great hall was ours”, he says punching his fist into the air.
“But it wasn’t over, some had escaped to the upstairs of the Dacha, and we could tell the goblins were using the basement to spawn, because the smell was horrific”.
“We decided to deal with the spawning first, finding the bodies of horses and cows laid out in the crypt, being used as vessels for their hideous offspring to grow. And worse, they were defended by many more goblins. We fought them, but the reinforcements from upstairs would soon arrive. And there were things worse than goblins at play”.
He looks around the group of soldiers, meeting many of their eyes as he once again lets the tension build.
“We started to hear thunderous footsteps approaching down the stairs. Fortunately we had grabbed the oil from the kitchens as we passed through, and having dispatched the goblins in the crypt, managed to saturate the spawning sacks with it. And not a moment too soon, as from the stairs appeared…”, he makes a horrified expression, “…a TROLL!”.
“We were trapped! The troll blocked our escape and we knew we had to light the fire. This was surely the end”, he says with a sad shake of his head.
“But then out of no-where, Jabu Isgaden appears, offering a route to safety. We lit the fires, destroying the spawning sacks and gravely injuring the troll, and made our escape in the knick of time!”, he says acting exhausted.
“And the rest, that is a story for another time”, he says, remembering the first rule of the bard. Always leave them wanting more….
Performance: (20,
6)+8 = 28As Snow gets going, Auger smiles along and nods. Auger finds that being represented as a hero is disconcerting, particularly when his own experience of the events was of terror mixed with the occasional sense of discovery from figuring out his own abilities.
When 'Greybeard' and Varielky join the group Auger briefly whispers to them, "Zdan there leads," while pointing him out. Auger is otherwise content to let Snow tell their story.
After giving them time to react to the story Auger asks after any other news to the south. "We saw airships arriving at El Harrouch as we came north and have some word of high level Empire activity here in the Vale. Do you know anything of what is happening there?"
DM of RotFM | AUGER the Warlock (Archfey & the Chain) / Shadow Sorcerer in Age of Resurgence | Rahui & Javier in Sea of Memory
When Varielky and Granophyre make their way down the hillside to join Snow and Auger, the Shians bow or offer a salute, clearly impressed by the shield-maiden, and curious about the old sage. As the Red Cypress banner snaps in the breeze and songbirds reel and twitter in the morning air, the Shians sit on their haunches, or stand with thumbs in belts, jaws slack and eyes distant, as, captivated by Snow’s tale, they listen attentively, transported by the bard’s storytelling to the stormy night in Abziri Castle and the great battle. They urge him on when he pauses, unable to control their curiosity. They cheer with each small triumph or shiver with each setback, yelling “NO!!!,” when Snow announces the troll’s attack, and then plead with Snow to continue his tale. The flagbearer’s eyes glow brightly, and she blushes when Snow’s glance falls on her.
To Auger’s question, Dzan answers, “We are but simple townsfolk and know nothing of such things. Only that they break their promises to defend the people of the Vale. But then,” he continues, bending his knee to you four, “what need do we have of them when heroes such as yourselves have done so much, and for nothing? Only tell us what you would wish in return, and I will see to it. But will you help us to finish the job you began? We will continue to scour our lands and ensure that our people can safely return to their farms.”
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
Auger nods to Dzan as he speaks about the goblins threat. "As near as we can tell, the bulk of the threat has been handled but I suspect you will be dealing with stragglers for some time. Our business requires us to head south so I do not think we can join you in your efforts. My simple advice would be to keep your group collected. Move loudly and with confidence and the mere sight of the bunch of you together will be enough to drive those few stragglers away. Or so I think, Varielky here is much better informed in matters of fighting and war. I would follow any advice she gives without question."
Auger pauses to allow Varielky to speak if she chooses. After that conversation concludes Auger politely suggests the group should continue moving on.
DM of RotFM | AUGER the Warlock (Archfey & the Chain) / Shadow Sorcerer in Age of Resurgence | Rahui & Javier in Sea of Memory
Snow waves away the pleas for more, "Another time, I promise".
As Dzan asks for their assistance, an uncertain look crosses his face. He is torn as he does want to help these people, and more than that, protect them as best he can. He looks across to Auger and listens as he explains their situation.
"If it must be that we part company now, then yes do heed Varielky's advice. And also know that you are stronger together. Look after each other, watch each other's backs and listen to Dzan. Most importantly, make sure that when we do meet again, it will be you all sharing your stories with us!", he says with a big smile, walking amongst them and shaking their hands.
He looks across to Strewn and whispers, "Must we leave them?".
"Umm, yes," Varielky is caught unprepared. "It might work. They're definitely less likely to attack organised groups, especially ones carrying weapons. They didn't value honour in combat, and so I think it's safe to say they'd prioritise small groups and unarmed civilians... farmers..." Varielky trails off, thinking for a moment.
"Actually, I'd say you're better off focusing on defending the people than bringing the fight to the Goblins," Varielky continues. "Otherwise, they'll attack the defenceless villages while their best men are gone," talking from experience? It didn't sound like mere theory as Varielky was speaking. "And besides, the places where they spawn - the only place where hitting them would truly hurt their numbers - are always guarded, from our experience. You won't defeat them without casualties, going that route. Lastly..." she carefully chooses her words because she does not know how much Snow had already told them, and these were the Red Cypress, after all. "There's a word going about a possibility of an uprising, a rebellion, of the people of the Vale against their oppressors - the opium lords and perhaps the empire too. The Goblins could provide you with a perfect excuse to arm the vale, as means of self-defence. Maybe even build improvised fortifications..." Varielky starts getting carried away, but realises so and stops.
"In simpler words," Varielky decides to conclude, "the life of each person on the vale is worth more than a hundred Goblins. Don't throw away yours for less than that."
Varielky
Granophyre nods to Snow and Auger, and after Varielky has given her advice to the Shians, the four of you stand and bid the company farewell. But before you part, a transformation comes over the flagbearer.
As her eyes shoot back and forth in surprise, leaves and tendrils sprout from her flagpole, and then, they sprout from her hands and feet, implanting her in the gravel path like a cypress tree, which grows, in moments, from a sapling to maturity. Her eyes glow green like sunlight through bright foliage, and her voice now groans and whispers like the boughs of an ancient wood.
“Strewn. Come to me! Your path through the Vale may be obstructed or eased, at my pleasure! Come to me and if your quest is pure you will receive my blessing.” The roots of the cypress entangle the entire company, and the Shians recoil in fear, while also genuflecting and clasping their hands in prayer to the cypress.
Then, the roots retract once again, the leaves and tendrils, as if in reverse motion, retreat back to the banner-holder’s hands and feet, then disappear. Looking around in complete surprise, her shoulders tight and her breath bursting in and out, the flag-bearer’s eyes lock with Dzan’s, who grips her shoulder before turning to you.
“The Cypress calls you. You are… holy in our eyes. If you answer her call, go to the hill, outside of El Harrouch Castle, where the Spirit of the Red Cypress dwells. The Red Cypress will show you the way when you are close.”
”The Red Cypress will show you the way,” repeat the others, in unison.
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
Unable to help himself, at the first sign of the strange transformation Auger finds he has prepared himself for combat, his spinning violet orbs drawn from the Yemma's Diadem, his connection to the Sea of Stars solidified. Measuring potentials he sees he has reached for his strange darkness though he has not yet cast it. How strange to fight with both darkness and light, he thinks as he almost brings himself to further action. His rod extended in front of him to redirect energies or attacks as needed, Auger is surprised to see that the tree the young flagbearer has transformed into has spoken and -- it has addressed Strewn.
Then the roots detract and Auger must think again at the words. "Obstructed or eased," he repeats aloud.
As Dzan begins speaking and as all can see that the flagbearer has returned to normal, Auger deliberately makes himself relax, bringing his rod back to his side and setting aside thoughts of defenses or attacks. His lights remain spinning in place however.
After the eerie unified chant from all present Auger waits a beat and then responds, nodding, "The Red Cypress will show us the way." Auger then waits another beat and allows his spinning lights to disappear before saying, "Well. That was something. Are... appearances such as this a common thing for devotees such as yourself? "
DM of RotFM | AUGER the Warlock (Archfey & the Chain) / Shadow Sorcerer in Age of Resurgence | Rahui & Javier in Sea of Memory
With two quick steps, Varielky now stands in front of the others, her sword drawn. She already reaches for her shield as well when the roots retract. She then stands there in confusion, unsure whether this means they're about to be attacked at any moment or not. Even when it is clear, or at least appears so, that fighting between the two groups isn't going to start, Varielky sheathes her sword but her hand remains firm on its hilt, and she remains in the front, ready to protect the others.
"I don't like this at all," Varielky tells Strewn, and although she lowers her voice a bit, it's not impossible that the Shians hear her as well. "Our previous encounter with this Red Cypress was not a welcoming one, and although we'd all appreciate our journey being eased, I'd rather have it stay as it is than have it obstructed. Animals and other nature-related things have not been kind to us ever since we left Ishi Ammah."
Varielky
Snow reacts with wonder and intrigue more than worry and suspicion as the flag bearer turns into the tree and speaks to Strewn. The fact it knew him was concerning, but what a sight to behold!
"You see", he says to the group, "your great tale has already started".
He turns to the others. "The Red Cypress obviously still has power over this land. We should be respectful in our dealings with it".
He then wanders off shaking his head at yet another amazing experience that this journey of his has brought him to. Not all had been positive, but this one he would class in that vain. Even if there had been a warning that came with it, he was almost certain that their quest was pure, and they had helped this land along the way. Surely the Red Cypress would acknowledge that.
Dzan shakes his head humbly but firmly in reply to Auger. His mouth works soundlessly for a moment, before he offers a long, crisp, military bow, which is echoed by the rest of the Shian company. “Fare well, heroes of the Vale,” he says, his voice full with emotion, and he leads the force onward, dispatching the camel riders to scout their flank as they had before. The flag bearer sends one last glance to Snow, her eyes having returned to normal, her prior expression of attraction now reading more as awe.
The sun moves toward its zenith as you continue on foot towards Outghal, the stream to your right lapping quietly at its banks, the lemony fragrance of tarragon blowing from the uphill fields. Granophyre seems lost in thought.
“I am baffled,” he eventually confides. “What does a powerful force such as this care about an ancient dwarven axe? Never in all my years have I seen anything like it. So many expeditions, so many old trinkets… How does this journey pull into focus so many forces, both mortal and immortal? The Empire… I understand, of course. But a goddess… If only I were at home with my library at hand. Perhaps there is an answer somewhere. But for now,” and his eyes gleam with the fire which has driven his scientific mind for decades, “for now, my curiosity is redoubled. What will I find at journey’s end? I must know!”
(OOC: is there anything else you wish to do before reaching Outghal?)
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer