Ashley watches in utter fascination as all of the statues erupt in flames. It excites her but also saddens her as the work of these statues was truly beautiful, she debates extinguishing them, but then sees how they are effecting the Queen and decides against it. It was unfortunate that this cavern, this tomb, was going to be lost forever.
She looks down and to her shock... the Heart of Fire is gone. The warmth, no the fire, inside of her answers her question and she stands up, ready to get them all out of there. Looking over to the other cart, "What... Mal, what happened to your hair?! And Joren.. are you alright? You don't look so good... no matter, we'll figure it out once we're out of here." Seeing what Vilus is doing, she moves over to the lever and copies his motion, trying to get the cart moving as well.
Glancing back to the queen after (hopefully) getting the cart moving, she sends more belltones to her, hoping to keep her retreating. DC WIS save 15 or 22 necrotic damage.
Vilus cart lurches again as Ashley's cart begins to move its own weight. The Queen continues to smash and thrash, backing up towards safety, and larger chunks of ceiling begin crumbling down. A chunk smashes the third cart, its sides collapsing outward and its wheels buckling. And then the carts are rising and curving along the track. The hellish throne room becomes a distant image framed by the exit into the spiral tunnel, and then it is gone around the corner. The hisses and shrieks follow them around the bend, but they too soon grow distant. The carts continue to pick up speed until they are moving at a fair clip
The hole in the wall leading to the chasm reveals a flash of hundreds of the skeletal insects crowding around the glowing hive in concern for their Queen. Then that sight too is gone, replaced by the mural, illuminated by a soft yellow glow.
A glow?
The first to look right at Ashley notices a small flame glowing in the center of her forehead like a candle, with vining limbs that snake to the sides into her hairline. Like a crown of fire bright enough to light the way.
Vilus' eyes go wide under his goggles as he looks at Ashley's change and he smiles, then laughs, a hearty bellowing laugh. He grabs at Mal's shoulder and shakes the man a little, the smile in his face broadening, he looks to Joren too, sitting in his cart and says "We did it! We actually bloody did it! And we lived! HA!"
“Melted into a puddle? What?”Malachi continues to shake his arm to get the reside off. “I feel fine, actually better than fine actually, not as spent as I felt earlier. Wait, what’s this?”Mal sees a strand of hair drift down from his head and at Ashley’s comments, runs his hand through it, looking on in horror as it comes out in clumps. “My hair! My beautiful hair! It will grow back won’t it? Tell me it will grow back, Vilus.”
His hair is forgotten as Vilus gets the cart moving and they speed out of the hall. The light from Ashley’s crown of fire casting shadows in the tunnel. “Ashley, the fire, it is a crown. It is amazing, can you feel it?”Tired, he slumps back into the cart as they travel back up to the surface. “Yes, but what exactly did we do? We upset the cult’s plans for the heart of fire, but what does that mean for the invasion?”
"Having felt worse," Joren responds to Vilus. "Like after eating two-day-old stew in the mess hall and... Wait, what do you mean it was melting someone into a puddle? Yet here you are splashing it around near your companions? Are you crazy? Be reminding me not to let you near explosives."
The warrior's facial expression is not angry, but more a disbelieving WTF? His attention having been suddenly pulled away from the receding enemy.
Only, what everyone except Joren hears instead is "*&^)# @$*, you %#(@&*$ $(^*@^$*-#^$* of a goliath. You want my blade ^&(#$% ^$ *( #&*$ @#(?" (Which again, does not quite seem to square with the Joren's exasperated, yet not furious facial expression).
But the half-dwarf's apparent foul-mouthed tirade ends as the carts begins to move and he catches sight of Ashley. Being honest, he has always enjoyed glancing appreciatively at the fire genasi, but Joren's expression is different now. Star struck. The danger and adrenalin, gore and fire of battle forgotten utterly at the sight of the singular flame in Ashley's forehead. Uncharacteristically, Joren forgets to remain professional in his duties, to check for pursuers in need of a rear guard, or hazards ahead to clear. To rib Malachi about his lost hair, or to grouse in mock moroseness about his lost handaxes.
Utterly ignorant of everything happening behind him, Samir concentrates on the path ahead of them, straining his eyes to peer ahead for any obstacles or threats that might arise and threaten to send them all flying unexpectedly. He keeps one hand near to the control at all times, clutching his satchel to his chest with the other, holding onto it as if it were a shield against whatever dark horrors might emerge next to try to eat them.
The cart ascends, and this time the images on the murals play out in the right order. It shows the people born of fire creating their underground civilization under the rule of the bearer of the Heart of Fire. They wield power and miracle, but a dark threat encroaches. There are images of the people fighting armies of glass-limbed demons, recognizable now in the light as the Gloazworms. Though in the murals they are depicted as each being about the size of a man or woman. It seems they've grown. There is an image of one man, backed by many, pointing an accusatory finger at the king, blaming him for bringing their doom upon them. Believing the Gloazworms to be a curse incurred by the hubris of meddling with power beyond mortal means.
The Heart of Flame, once revered and worshipped, now a cursed artifact subject suspicion in the people's eyes. And the king now considered a practitioner of dark arts. The king is slain and the Heart locked away while the people of the fire begin the long exodus from their homeland now overwhelmed by the Gloazworms.
Looking at the mural, Ashley realizes she sees much of the same sentiment towards magic here as she felt in her homeland.
Ashley's face breaks into a big grin at Vilus's outburst. At Malachi's words, she reaches up and tentatively touches her forehead, not sure what to expect, everything feels warm to the touch, more than it ever had before. She then looks at Joren and his outburst and grins again. "Think the Blue Lady would approve?"
Holding onto the cart's side she watches as the mural pasts by, taking it in now that they weren't in eminent danger. The meaning sinks in and the joy she was feeling ebbs. She slowly sinks back to a sitting position as the cart moves on.
Vilus looks on in confusion and recoils slightly at Joren, an inventive and aggressive slew of curse words indeed, he shrugs and instead turns his attention to Malachi and answering the man's question. "Uhhh yeah, I threw a whole basin of this stuff at a dude and he melted. Sorry I got some of it on you and Joren, But I hope the hair grows back eh? I mean I ain't never had hair so I don't really... I guess I don't know to miss it y'know."
As the mural passes and shows the struggles that the civilisation went through and their resulting suspicions, Vilus' thoughts and eyes fall once more to Ashley, he touches his forehead too, a momentary itch as he watches her touch her crown, then makes a mental note to discuss something with her later.
...She then looks at Joren and his outburst and grins again. "Think the Blue Lady would approve?"
Joren does not truly know, not being one of the Blue Lady's own himself as Marion or other arcane spell-casters seem to be. Perhaps he belongs instead to the Red Huntsman, the Ebb to the Blue Lady'sFlow.
Still, he gazes back at Ashley and shrugs slowly, saying nothing but gradually allowing himself to smile.
And so the carts rattle along the tracks. Before long, the spiral ends, and the walls turn back to damp cave. The stillness and silence, broken only by the carts and the click clack of their wheels now seems contemplative rather than anticipatory.
It has been a long day. In the same day, the adventures have fought an ambush in the arena, taken on assassins in the council halls, helped save lives and properties from the fires at the docks, and then taken on cultists and monsters deep beneath the ground to stop a flaming cataclysm from destroying the country.
After a long silence, as if echoing back some of the others' thoughts, one of the male captives, a gaunt and malnourished half orc, says "Is it... it it over?"
Joren slows his breathing gradually to normal and takes a sip from his water skin. He turns to the captive who spoke, but addresses everyone.
"Asking me, I say far from over. Yet better than it was. Liberating you three captives, at least. Ashley being... united with the Heart of Flame instead of those cultists, now lying dead in the gloazworm queen's lair. More cultists dead, including Andra, yet so are Jean-Lou and others..."
Joren sighs. "Gloazen Queen is still surviving, her spawn still a threat. And knowing these cultists, no, nothing is over. They are still attacking the city, impersonating folks. Invading fleet's still coming. Always one step ahead of us, that villain Marigold and her people, until this very last part. We were doing well to stop them down there, but it is not the end, this, nor even the beginning of the end. Thinking it is more... the end of the beginning."
The echo knight finally grins. "I am hoping... hoping, though, that at the very least, we are earning a rest. We will see."
Vilus nods, appreciative that Joren's tirade of expletives has abated and returned to his more analytical state.
"It'll be a while until we reach the top, those who can rest, should." Viius increases the speed of his cart inch by inch until the two carts are near touching and then matches the speed of Samir's cart, so they are all together.
Time passes, and the tunnels remain empty. No bats or cave bears, and certainly no Gloazworms. Finally, the carts approach the end of the line, back in the subterranean base, and their respective drivers bring them to a halt.
The ex-prisoners cringe at being back here, no doubt reexperiencing fresh and unpleasant memories.
Vilus yawns as he exits the cart, wondering what time it is, he's been concentrating on keeping the carts moving and together for too long.
His inability to sleep at night doesn't mean his body doesn't tire, the exhaustion he feels merely creeps into his core, chipping away at his sanity. He takes out his book of shadows and checks it through, the cover still swirling with unknown symbols that are difficult to focus on. "Well I know we're not done, but I need food and drink, and I think we need to chat with these survivors, should we head back to base for a moment? we should make sure they have a safe place to rest" Vilus suggests nodding the groups attention to the survivors
“Ha, the end of the beginning. How terribly depressing” Malachi barks out a bitter laugh “But we still know very little, not even why the cultists wanted the heart of fire. And we still have Razmus and his fleet on its way.”
He glances back over at Ashley with the ring of fire crowning her head “One thing for certain is that Joren was right all that time ago. You are royalty Lady Ashley, now let’s see what you can do with this heart of fire.” Malachi gives his finest bow, perfected in the courts of Teyra’athal.
The loss of his hair brings into full view features he tries to hide, the slightly pointed ears giving away his half-elf heritage and the mark of Razmus on his temple, now broken by Samir but still visible as a red and angry scar. “This will not do at all, I will have to find something to cover these up.”he mutters, but settles for raising the hood of his cloak for now. “Yes, back to the shop.”he nods to both Vilus and Joren “If this is simply the end of act one, it is time for an intermission and I am exhausted.”
"Royalty?!" She says the word with laughter in her voice. "Well, look at you and your bow Mal, you all can take notes!" and she laughs good naturedly. "But yes, back to the shop, I badly need sleep."
Samir climbs out of the cart gingerly, as if his whole body aches. Which, honestly, isn't overly far from the truth. Utilizing magic that doesn't involve various concoctions and contraptions to channel its power is... new. Exhausting himself in that manner has made the half-orc far more appreciative of those like his companions who have always done things that way. His feet back on solid ground, Samir stretches, pushing his hands into his lower back for a moment before turning around to the others for the first time since jumping into the less than comfortable conveyances. His mouth begins to open, as if he had something to say, only to freeze as he lays eyes on first Ashley with her new adornment, and then Malachi with his decidedly new lack of such. No words emerge, but he blinks several times before shaking his head with a quiet "My word..."
Joren moves his echo out ahead of the party as he climbs out of the cart.
"Needing rest, all of us. All eight of us. But let us be proceeding carefully. The city may still be coming under attack by Marigold's agents. We can only be hoping that Marion and the city council are getting things under control."
He wonders for a moment if people might be giving the side-eye. Almost as if he had recently burst into a profanity-laced tirade? Yet no one has said anything, as they have of Malachi's missing hair and Ashley's wondrous transformation. He shakes it off, turning to the liberated captives.
"Having been through hell, you three, and the two back in the cavern who I am sorry we could not be saving. I am fully understanding if you are never wanting to speak of it again. Trust me, I know, having those experiences myself as a soldier. But if you are finding a way to bring yourself to speak of what you were experiencing with the cultists, perhaps after we are finishing a rest, it may be helping us understand how to thwart them."
Ashley watches in utter fascination as all of the statues erupt in flames. It excites her but also saddens her as the work of these statues was truly beautiful, she debates extinguishing them, but then sees how they are effecting the Queen and decides against it. It was unfortunate that this cavern, this tomb, was going to be lost forever.
She looks down and to her shock... the Heart of Fire is gone. The warmth, no the fire, inside of her answers her question and she stands up, ready to get them all out of there. Looking over to the other cart, "What... Mal, what happened to your hair?! And Joren.. are you alright? You don't look so good... no matter, we'll figure it out once we're out of here." Seeing what Vilus is doing, she moves over to the lever and copies his motion, trying to get the cart moving as well.
Glancing back to the queen after (hopefully) getting the cart moving, she sends more belltones to her, hoping to keep her retreating. DC WIS save 15 or 22 necrotic damage.
Vilus cart lurches again as Ashley's cart begins to move its own weight. The Queen continues to smash and thrash, backing up towards safety, and larger chunks of ceiling begin crumbling down. A chunk smashes the third cart, its sides collapsing outward and its wheels buckling. And then the carts are rising and curving along the track. The hellish throne room becomes a distant image framed by the exit into the spiral tunnel, and then it is gone around the corner. The hisses and shrieks follow them around the bend, but they too soon grow distant. The carts continue to pick up speed until they are moving at a fair clip
The hole in the wall leading to the chasm reveals a flash of hundreds of the skeletal insects crowding around the glowing hive in concern for their Queen. Then that sight too is gone, replaced by the mural, illuminated by a soft yellow glow.
A glow?
The first to look right at Ashley notices a small flame glowing in the center of her forehead like a candle, with vining limbs that snake to the sides into her hairline. Like a crown of fire bright enough to light the way.
Vilus' eyes go wide under his goggles as he looks at Ashley's change and he smiles, then laughs, a hearty bellowing laugh. He grabs at Mal's shoulder and shakes the man a little, the smile in his face broadening, he looks to Joren too, sitting in his cart and says "We did it! We actually bloody did it! And we lived! HA!"
“Melted into a puddle? What?” Malachi continues to shake his arm to get the reside off. “I feel fine, actually better than fine actually, not as spent as I felt earlier. Wait, what’s this?” Mal sees a strand of hair drift down from his head and at Ashley’s comments, runs his hand through it, looking on in horror as it comes out in clumps. “My hair! My beautiful hair! It will grow back won’t it? Tell me it will grow back, Vilus.”
His hair is forgotten as Vilus gets the cart moving and they speed out of the hall. The light from Ashley’s crown of fire casting shadows in the tunnel. “Ashley, the fire, it is a crown. It is amazing, can you feel it?” Tired, he slumps back into the cart as they travel back up to the surface. “Yes, but what exactly did we do? We upset the cult’s plans for the heart of fire, but what does that mean for the invasion?”
"Having felt worse," Joren responds to Vilus. "Like after eating two-day-old stew in the mess hall and... Wait, what do you mean it was melting someone into a puddle? Yet here you are splashing it around near your companions? Are you crazy? Be reminding me not to let you near explosives."
The warrior's facial expression is not angry, but more a disbelieving WTF? His attention having been suddenly pulled away from the receding enemy.
Only, what everyone except Joren hears instead is "*&^)# @$*, you %#(@&*$ $(^*@^$*-#^$* of a goliath. You want my blade ^&(#$% ^$ *( #&*$ @#(?" (Which again, does not quite seem to square with the Joren's exasperated, yet not furious facial expression).
But the half-dwarf's apparent foul-mouthed tirade ends as the carts begins to move and he catches sight of Ashley. Being honest, he has always enjoyed glancing appreciatively at the fire genasi, but Joren's expression is different now. Star struck. The danger and adrenalin, gore and fire of battle forgotten utterly at the sight of the singular flame in Ashley's forehead. Uncharacteristically, Joren forgets to remain professional in his duties, to check for pursuers in need of a rear guard, or hazards ahead to clear. To rib Malachi about his lost hair, or to grouse in mock moroseness about his lost handaxes.
Joren simply gazes quietly.
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Utterly ignorant of everything happening behind him, Samir concentrates on the path ahead of them, straining his eyes to peer ahead for any obstacles or threats that might arise and threaten to send them all flying unexpectedly. He keeps one hand near to the control at all times, clutching his satchel to his chest with the other, holding onto it as if it were a shield against whatever dark horrors might emerge next to try to eat them.
The cart ascends, and this time the images on the murals play out in the right order. It shows the people born of fire creating their underground civilization under the rule of the bearer of the Heart of Fire. They wield power and miracle, but a dark threat encroaches. There are images of the people fighting armies of glass-limbed demons, recognizable now in the light as the Gloazworms. Though in the murals they are depicted as each being about the size of a man or woman. It seems they've grown. There is an image of one man, backed by many, pointing an accusatory finger at the king, blaming him for bringing their doom upon them. Believing the Gloazworms to be a curse incurred by the hubris of meddling with power beyond mortal means.
The Heart of Flame, once revered and worshipped, now a cursed artifact subject suspicion in the people's eyes. And the king now considered a practitioner of dark arts. The king is slain and the Heart locked away while the people of the fire begin the long exodus from their homeland now overwhelmed by the Gloazworms.
Looking at the mural, Ashley realizes she sees much of the same sentiment towards magic here as she felt in her homeland.
Ashley's face breaks into a big grin at Vilus's outburst. At Malachi's words, she reaches up and tentatively touches her forehead, not sure what to expect, everything feels warm to the touch, more than it ever had before. She then looks at Joren and his outburst and grins again. "Think the Blue Lady would approve?"
Holding onto the cart's side she watches as the mural pasts by, taking it in now that they weren't in eminent danger. The meaning sinks in and the joy she was feeling ebbs. She slowly sinks back to a sitting position as the cart moves on.
Vilus looks on in confusion and recoils slightly at Joren, an inventive and aggressive slew of curse words indeed, he shrugs and instead turns his attention to Malachi and answering the man's question. "Uhhh yeah, I threw a whole basin of this stuff at a dude and he melted. Sorry I got some of it on you and Joren, But I hope the hair grows back eh? I mean I ain't never had hair so I don't really... I guess I don't know to miss it y'know."
As the mural passes and shows the struggles that the civilisation went through and their resulting suspicions, Vilus' thoughts and eyes fall once more to Ashley, he touches his forehead too, a momentary itch as he watches her touch her crown, then makes a mental note to discuss something with her later.
Joren does not truly know, not being one of the Blue Lady's own himself as Marion or other arcane spell-casters seem to be. Perhaps he belongs instead to the Red Huntsman, the Ebb to the Blue Lady's Flow.
Still, he gazes back at Ashley and shrugs slowly, saying nothing but gradually allowing himself to smile.
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
And so the carts rattle along the tracks. Before long, the spiral ends, and the walls turn back to damp cave. The stillness and silence, broken only by the carts and the click clack of their wheels now seems contemplative rather than anticipatory.
It has been a long day. In the same day, the adventures have fought an ambush in the arena, taken on assassins in the council halls, helped save lives and properties from the fires at the docks, and then taken on cultists and monsters deep beneath the ground to stop a flaming cataclysm from destroying the country.
After a long silence, as if echoing back some of the others' thoughts, one of the male captives, a gaunt and malnourished half orc, says "Is it... it it over?"
Joren slows his breathing gradually to normal and takes a sip from his water skin. He turns to the captive who spoke, but addresses everyone.
"Asking me, I say far from over. Yet better than it was. Liberating you three captives, at least. Ashley being... united with the Heart of Flame instead of those cultists, now lying dead in the gloazworm queen's lair. More cultists dead, including Andra, yet so are Jean-Lou and others..."
Joren sighs. "Gloazen Queen is still surviving, her spawn still a threat. And knowing these cultists, no, nothing is over. They are still attacking the city, impersonating folks. Invading fleet's still coming. Always one step ahead of us, that villain Marigold and her people, until this very last part. We were doing well to stop them down there, but it is not the end, this, nor even the beginning of the end. Thinking it is more... the end of the beginning."
The echo knight finally grins. "I am hoping... hoping, though, that at the very least, we are earning a rest. We will see."
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Vilus nods, appreciative that Joren's tirade of expletives has abated and returned to his more analytical state.
"It'll be a while until we reach the top, those who can rest, should." Viius increases the speed of his cart inch by inch until the two carts are near touching and then matches the speed of Samir's cart, so they are all together.
Ashley just smiles and sits back in the cart, exhaustion washing over her.
Time passes, and the tunnels remain empty. No bats or cave bears, and certainly no Gloazworms. Finally, the carts approach the end of the line, back in the subterranean base, and their respective drivers bring them to a halt.
The ex-prisoners cringe at being back here, no doubt reexperiencing fresh and unpleasant memories.
Vilus yawns as he exits the cart, wondering what time it is, he's been concentrating on keeping the carts moving and together for too long.
His inability to sleep at night doesn't mean his body doesn't tire, the exhaustion he feels merely creeps into his core, chipping away at his sanity. He takes out his book of shadows and checks it through, the cover still swirling with unknown symbols that are difficult to focus on. "Well I know we're not done, but I need food and drink, and I think we need to chat with these survivors, should we head back to base for a moment? we should make sure they have a safe place to rest" Vilus suggests nodding the groups attention to the survivors
“Ha, the end of the beginning. How terribly depressing” Malachi barks out a bitter laugh “But we still know very little, not even why the cultists wanted the heart of fire. And we still have Razmus and his fleet on its way.”
He glances back over at Ashley with the ring of fire crowning her head “One thing for certain is that Joren was right all that time ago. You are royalty Lady Ashley, now let’s see what you can do with this heart of fire.” Malachi gives his finest bow, perfected in the courts of Teyra’athal.
The loss of his hair brings into full view features he tries to hide, the slightly pointed ears giving away his half-elf heritage and the mark of Razmus on his temple, now broken by Samir but still visible as a red and angry scar. “This will not do at all, I will have to find something to cover these up.” he mutters, but settles for raising the hood of his cloak for now. “Yes, back to the shop.” he nods to both Vilus and Joren “If this is simply the end of act one, it is time for an intermission and I am exhausted.”
"Royalty?!" She says the word with laughter in her voice. "Well, look at you and your bow Mal, you all can take notes!" and she laughs good naturedly. "But yes, back to the shop, I badly need sleep."
Samir climbs out of the cart gingerly, as if his whole body aches. Which, honestly, isn't overly far from the truth. Utilizing magic that doesn't involve various concoctions and contraptions to channel its power is... new. Exhausting himself in that manner has made the half-orc far more appreciative of those like his companions who have always done things that way. His feet back on solid ground, Samir stretches, pushing his hands into his lower back for a moment before turning around to the others for the first time since jumping into the less than comfortable conveyances. His mouth begins to open, as if he had something to say, only to freeze as he lays eyes on first Ashley with her new adornment, and then Malachi with his decidedly new lack of such. No words emerge, but he blinks several times before shaking his head with a quiet "My word..."
Joren moves his echo out ahead of the party as he climbs out of the cart.
"Needing rest, all of us. All eight of us. But let us be proceeding carefully. The city may still be coming under attack by Marigold's agents. We can only be hoping that Marion and the city council are getting things under control."
He wonders for a moment if people might be giving the side-eye. Almost as if he had recently burst into a profanity-laced tirade? Yet no one has said anything, as they have of Malachi's missing hair and Ashley's wondrous transformation. He shakes it off, turning to the liberated captives.
"Having been through hell, you three, and the two back in the cavern who I am sorry we could not be saving. I am fully understanding if you are never wanting to speak of it again. Trust me, I know, having those experiences myself as a soldier. But if you are finding a way to bring yourself to speak of what you were experiencing with the cultists, perhaps after we are finishing a rest, it may be helping us understand how to thwart them."
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk