To Seek the Stars
HEROIC FINAL SESSION START
When last we met, Shae had just greeted a party of Dwarven engineers and a Daltrithaar officer – Delshan – who was sent to assist with the undead problem north of Ashby.
I do not remember what Raegar was doing that he couldn’t be found.
Oh, right, resolving his meeting from the prior night and ignoring FG.
SHAE, YOU FIND RAEGAR
Raegar looks at the dwarf.
Shae Vanderin: “Raegar, some officials from the military are here, they want to speak to you.”
Raegar: “I am Raegar.”
Two of the dwarven engineers don’t come along, instead making final checks on their cargo.
Raegar: “the General send you?”
One of them, and the officer – a human looking chap – do however come to meet Raegar.
Delshan: “Aye, she did. Said something about an undead problem, and needing someone who was at the Hold.”
Dwarf: “And she sent us incase your fancy plan didn’t work.”
Raegar: “Yes… I need your brain…”
Shae Vanderin: “Well someone does… and its your memories, not your actual brain matter.”
Delshan: “I’m so glad you clarified that.”
Shae Vanderin: “We ran into a large throng of undead that still beleive the lich is alive and are therefore continuing to carry out their orders guarding a tomb.”
Delshan: “I.. see.”
Raegar: “And they want to see whats inside a veterans brain.”
Raegar: “To acertaine that the lich is dead…”
Raegar: “…Uhh… Again.”
Shae Vanderin: “On top of it all they seem intelligent and in order to disband them without loss they… want to probe the memories of one who witnessed the lich fall, or something similar.”
Delshan: “Destroyed is the traditional term, I believe, for de-animated undead.”
Delshan: “Very well.. I’ll assume you’ve thought this through, because if I think about it very much I’m afraid I’ll decide this is a very silly idea.”
Delshan: “Where are we going, and when?”
Raegar: “I want you to set up the company outside the tomb.”
Raegar: "Pointing the canons at the entrance
Raegar: “If it goes bad, we are gonna blow it up”
Dwarf: “Company? We’ve got three dwarves and some explosives.”
Shae Vanderin: “Did you mean our company Raegar?”
Shae Vanderin: “And yes no cannons.”
Raegar: “I meant .. whatever makes… the most sense..”
Dwarf: “Right. Your company, since we don’t have one.”
Shae Vanderin: “Im going to go gather my gear for travel, Ill be ready to leave within half an hour.”
Delshan: “We haven’t unpacked, so we’ll be ready to leave.. uh… whenever you’re ready, I guess?”
Shae Vanderin: Refilling my supplies, I refreshed everything on my inv list.
Shae Vanderin: Which was basically just the oil that I had used and the food/water for the journey.
Raegar: I order the building of a warehouse.
Shae Vanderin: “Ok, lets get this over with so we can move on to other matters.”
YOU PREPARE TO DEPART>
YOU GATHER HOXTON ON THE WAY.
Alex (Hoxton): Indeed.
Who all are you bringing?
Shae Vanderin: “Its ah… good to have you with us Hoxton.”
Shae Vanderin: Las if she is willing.
Shae Vanderin: Leaving Selene and Ilph.
Your day long journey to the crypt is uneventful.
Shae Vanderin: 4 of us plus the dwarves and Delshan.
You arrive in the evening.
Figures stand atop the mound marking the entrance.
Shae Vanderin: Light a lantern.
Shae Vanderin: Who are the figures?
You get about 150 feet away.
An arrow thuds into the ground infront of whoever’s in the front of the group.
Shae Vanderin: Grab the arrow and get cover.
A whisper that somehow carries over the distance hisses in your ears, “Who approaches?”
There is no cover, its an open plain.
Shae Vanderin: Look at the arrow, is it old and mishiran, like something undead might have?
Hoxton: “Hoxton, bearer of Horus’ light and his disciples. Do you walk in Horus’ light, stranger?”
It is a perfectly maintained black-fletched arrow.
There are no distinguishing marks.
Shae Vanderin: "Hmm.. Be careful Hoxton.
Shae Vanderin: "
Hoxton: “There is no need for care, girl. Horus protects.”
A whisper carries from the mound, “We were told to expect a group with an arrogant paladin. You may approach.”
Raegar: “Yes, praised be to Horus.”
Raegar: “…I didnt mean that.”
Raegar: “Or I did.”
Raegar: “I gnore me, I’m not well. I saw an angel yesterday.”
Hoxton: “Is there an arrogant one among us? One of the dwarves perhaps?”
Shae Vanderin follows behind and to the right of Hoxton.
You approach; your light shines on the armored, gaunt figures of three undead standing atop the mound.
They pay you no further mind, resuming their watch.
Shae Vanderin: Head for the entrance unless stopped.
Dwarf: “That could be a problem. I hope your plan doesn’t fail, because there aren’t enough of us to fight off undead AND set up charges.”
You are not stopped.
Raegar: “Never mind that..”
Raegar: “I guess..”
You enter the crypt. The dwarves and their demo-cart stay outside.
Shae Vanderin: Make our way towards the huge room we were at before with the undead general.
You do so.
More undead stand watch in the entry chamber, but do not move to block you.
You reach the chamber with the general, and the entire room now seems illuminated by ever burning torches.
The general is seated upon the central sarcophagus, looking for all intents and purposes as if he has not moved since you last arrived.
Shae Vanderin: Enter and descend the pyramid towards him.
Shae Vanderin: Wait for him to acknowledge us – if he does.
You sense he’s watching you, and he rises to greet you as you reach the lowest level.
Raegar: “We’ve come to prove what I said earlier this week.”
Raegar: “What with the Lich being dead and all that rot.”
Shae Vanderin: “We have brought a representative who was present at the time the Lich was destroyed.”
The undead looks from one member of your party to the next until his eyes fall on Delshan.
Their glow intensifies as he stares at him, until Delshan sags somewhat, nearly falling before catching himself, and the corpse looks away.
Shae Vanderin: “We wish no harm or conflict.”
Shae Vanderin helps steady Delshan
Undead General: “You have made your point. You have also made it clear that we have no future save destruction if we leave this place.”
Raegar: “Might I suggest an alternative.”
Raegar: “What if you came out and helped out the living.”
Undead General: “Your comrade said the new rulers of Mishria had declared undead to be illegal. This implies our destruction.”
Raegar: “rules are made to be bent.”
Shae Vanderin eyes Raegar warily.
Raegar: “What if I tried convincing someone important of your good intentions.”
Raegar: “Would you fight other undead?”
Delshan: “What exactly are you planning, el—-I see..”
Raegar: “I know they’ve got a particular problem in a place called Tombshade.”
Undead General: [2d100 = 68]
Undead General: “I do not know this place.”
Raegar: “I’m rather certain that if you helped out the … Authorities… They might let you stay in nicer crypts.. Or maybe walk along in your own part of town.”
Raegar: “I’m not empowered to promise these things but … Well… It’s an idea.”
Raegar: "And I’d be willing to try "
Undead General: “If such a thing were offered, we might consider.”
Raegar: “Then I will see what I can do”
Undead General: “I have one condition for our continued cooperation.”
Undead General: “We have offered you no threat. Remove the dwarves and their vile devilry from our crypt.”
Raegar: “Sooo… Delshan..”
Raegar: “Shall we leave?”
Shae Vanderin: “May I ask you if you know if others like yourselves are scattered about Mishira? I mean in large numbers like yourselves.”
Delshan: “My lady will be either terribly amused by this.. or she will turn you into a fish and watch you suffocate on her desk.”
Delshan: “Even I am not sure which.”
Undead General: “You may not.”
Raegar: “Ehh… I always thought I’d end up in similar circumstances anyways..”
Raegar: “We may not what?”
Shae asked a question.
Shae Vanderin nods, “Good day then.”
Shae Vanderin: eve*
Raegar: “Well, General.”
Raegar: “I’m glad I didnt have to resort to something that would’ve likely ended in my death.”
Raegar: “You know if it didnt work out
Raegar: I was planning on blowing this place up?”
Raegar: “Ahh how silly we can be sometimes…”
Shae Vanderin: “There is cause for concern, we will talk more once we exit.”
Raegar: “I’m glad this ended well.”
Raegar holds out his hand to the general for a shake.
Raegar: “I am Raegar.”
Shae Vanderin: Exit the tomb.
Sorry, the DM wanted to get food.
The general holds out one bony, gauntletted hand and clasps yours, “Hasso. And I suspected. It would cause us some concern, but we are patient and could free ourselves if we pleased.”
Raegar: “I know.. Mortals are silly creatures.”
Raegar: “We will be back.”
He nods, and resumes his seat.
Raegar: “Well… Off to Garmol.”
You rejoin Shae outside the tomb
A dessicated corpse in thread-bare, worn-through robes and a cowled hood now stands in the entrance, watching the door and the dwarves beyond.
Shae Vanderin: As we are headed back quietly say to Raegar and Hoxton, “I fear that the dragon who released that Mishiran warmaster is going to be looking for undead exactly like those in the tomb. If she finds them and brings them under her control there is going to be a major problem.”
Raegar: “How do you figure?”
Raegar: “It hasn’t shown any means of controlling the undead.”
Shae Vanderin: “By what the dragon told us.”
Raegar: “Oh, you mean the countess or something.”
Shae Vanderin: “I said that wrong. Not the dragon, the undead it released, I forget her name.”
Raegar: “Maybe, maybe not.”
Shae Vanderin: “Yes.”
Raegar: “Who knows.”
Lasariel: “I believe what my magically disinclined friend means is that the countess – a necromancer – may attempt to take control of these undead.”
Hoxton: “Then Horus will wrest them away from her.”
Shae Vanderin: “Well unless that dragon was lieing, remember it told us that it was going to be nothing but destruction.”
Raegar: “So, what do you suggest then.”
Shae Vanderin: “Look Im just saying that you have a vested monetary interest here in this region. If those undead go marching, I doubt Lasariel’s wards are going to be strong enough to keep them all at bay.”
Lasariel: “Not a chance! She’s right.”
Raegar: “So let me get this straight.”
Hoxton: “We shall bolster them with Horus’ will.”
Raegar: “You want to do what then?”
Shae Vanderin: “I suggest we find a way to stop the countest.”
Raegar: “My plan, has them going to battle against another enemy of Daltigoth.”
Shae Vanderin: “Countess, sorry Ive been drinking poor wine of late.”
Raegar: “Maybe being destroyed in the process.”
Raegar: “and as an added bonus. They’ll do it far from here.”
Raegar: “Now, I’ve been told, the countess would be busy in the bonemurk.”
Raegar: “If in the meantime, Tombshade is retaken.”
Lasariel: “I’ve always wanted an undead army.. do you think they’re open to new employers?”
Raegar: “They Are!”
Raegar: “I checked!”
Lasariel: “But..then again.. they’re Mishrian.. I mean, they’ve been dead a few hundred years, but still, do you think they’d take orders from someone with breasts?”
Shae Vanderin: “So the countess is headed for the bonemurk?”
Delshan: “It makes sense. Nobody knows how many died there over the years.”
Delshan: “If I wanted to raise undead, it’d be the first place I went.”
Shae Vanderin: “My concern was that she may instead try to take control of those already animated and equiped with weaponry here.”
Shae Vanderin holds up the arrow.
Shae Vanderin: “If she is headed for the bonemurk then yes I can see why its not as urgent.”
Lasariel: “These are sentient undead.. not nearly as easy to take control of as you might think.”
Lasariel: “More effort than its worth to sieze control by force.. and if we ‘recruit’ them first, its likely they’ll stay recruited unless they get a legitimately better offer.”
Hoxton: “Horus could guide them – I have guided angels away from lesser deties.”
Lasariel: “Which.. given the Countess is a rebel in her own country, seems unlikely.”
Shae Vanderin: “Well that is a relief actually.”
Shae Vanderin: “But unless we offer these undead something better, she may try and recruit them in the name of a ‘New Reborn’ Mishira.”
Shae Vanderin: “Maybe Im getting ahead of myself, but its not everyday a dragon tells you that destruction is on the horizion. I tend to take that pretty seriously, especially if its my lands in the warpath.”
Raegar: “I dont know… We can’t offer much.”
Raegar: "I think “not staying in a tomb for eternity” is an offer some might consider."
Delshan: “Gods know I would.”
Delshan: “Of course, an eternity is a longer time to me, seeing as I’m not immortal.”
Shae Vanderin: “Where is the nearest nation where undead are not explicitly banned?”
Delshan: “You seem to be laboring under a misconception.”
Delshan: “Undead are not illegal; their control by a Mishrian is illegal.”
Raegar: “Yea… I told her already..”
Delshan: “These undead are not under anyone’s control.”
Shae Vanderin: “Why not invite them back to ashby then?”
Shae Vanderin: “To exist side by side the commoners, gods know they are used to it.”
Delshan: “Because given current events, a large movement by that many undead troops could cause a bit of a panic.”
Delshan: “Especially if it were not expected.”
Raegar: “And freak out the commoners!”
Shae Vanderin: “Its only a days travel, do you think there would be a panic in that short a time? Especially if we told them they were comming?”
Shae Vanderin: “This could actually turn into a great asset.”
Raegar: “I could use them on my mother..”
Raegar: “…I mean..”
Raegar: “to.. Muster..”
Raegar: “..In town.”
Shae Vanderin: “I could fill the ranks of my mercenary company with undead soldiers. I wonder if that would define me as being ‘in control’ of undead and therefore breaking the law.”
Raegar: “It most definately would.”
Raegar: “Better leave these things in my hands.”
Delshan: “Ah, you’re a Mishrian citizen then?”
Delshan: "Always a pleasure to meet the local rabble. I had no idea.
Shae Vanderin: “No! thats right I am not!”
Raegar mumbles something about ruining his fun..
Raegar: “Better not risk the confusion. After-all, you are human.”
Shae Vanderin: “You are no fun Raegar.”
can I jump to Garmol now?
Shae Vanderin: “I still think bringing them back to Ashby would be a good thing, thats all Im going to say.”
Shae Vanderin: Yes.
IT IS GLORIOUS, WONDERFUL GARMOL, HOME OF MANY MANY REFUGEES.
YOU ENTER THE CITY!
Shae Vanderin: Inn. Bath. Food. Rest. “I require these things before seeing Semara, if you cannot wait then go on ahead before me.”
Refugees are streaming west towards Ashby.
More are pouring in from the south.
Raegar: “Well, I for one welcome the arrival of our new undead overlords Shae.”
You eat, you drink, you bathe, you rest.
You then go to the military quarter.
Raegar: “Hello door.. Watcher.. Person..”
Raegar: “I’m here with more joyous news.”
the officer-of-the-day looks up at you through blurry eyes, “Oh. Look. You. Go ahead. Don’t want to hear it. If you’re talking to her she can’t see anyone else, which means I can take a nap.”
His head then re-meets his desk.
Raegar: head to the door
It is now labled “Bottomless Pit. Do not enter.” in multiple languages.
Raegar: “Hello General.”
You open the door and see a bottomless pit.
Shae and Hoxton can be here too, since it is after resting and wining and dining and bathing, for the record!