“This must be that favour Yam was always asking about,” Caulis said. Together, they hastened to Gloomway, location of the hidden Umbral University. Hastily, Sister managed to get in contact with Caulis and Armand. On the back it said: “13 Whisper Walk, SE CORNER BOOTH!” A waspkin messenger approached her, holding a small note:ĬOULDN’T WAIT ANY LONGER. Reluctantly, she had switched back to her previous form, while the troll remained in Hex, still magically enamoured with Yam. Sister, meanwhile, was working as best she could to aid the city’s disadvantaged, running soup kitchens and distributing clothes to those still recovering from the vicious winter. A formal debriefing was scheduled to be held in the Hall of the Hexad Council, but not for some time, given the myriad tasks now facing the government as they scramble to restore order. The adventurers’ part in the restoration of the city’s seasons had become a matter of record due to their close contact with Master Melchior and the Citadel of the Perpetual Storm. The Radula swelled and darkened, its lazy coils surging out to sea.Īs for the city’s authorities, they breathed a sigh of relief. One particularly vicious flood reputedly killed a family of ghouls dwelling in one of the tunnels doubtless there were other victims. Shops long-closed re-opened, their wares replenished, as the snow melted, flooding many of the sewers and drains of the city. The fungoids emerged from their underground holes, to nobody’s delight, though of course the city would not be quite the same without their shambolic, mouldering presence. Dagonians, stirred from their torpor by the warm spring breeze which quickly turned to hot midsummer sun, hastened back to work in the docklands, even while the waspkin ventured forth from their Hives, restoring the city’s messenger service. The frozen river thawed, and boats carrying grain and other foodstuffs were at last able to unload their wares in the Swelter. Once it became clear that the winter was at last ending, however, things improved greatly in Hex, if hectically.
INSIDIA WOW TRIAL
The gang had reputedly been installed in the yard at Eyehall till their trial could commence. In an incident that became known as the Fanghill Fracas, a squad of Warders polymorphed a dozen criminals attempting to break into a wealthy merchant’s home, turning them into tree sloths. In the aftermath of the Harrowgeist’s dispersal, Hex returned if not to normality then at least to stability, though the transition was not without its difficulties – roving gangs and protestors trying to raid storehouses combed the streets, while the city Watch and even the elite Warders did their best to restore a semblance of order, jailing hundreds.
Still disturbed by this intelligence, the party returned to Hex, Vanessa making quickly for the Citadel to report to her mother. The Harrowgast can’t operate without the hearg rituals, and we’ve taken the runestones they’d need for those.” “Well, we’ve at least thwarted them for now. Should your timing be compromised, contact me using the usual channels. It will be your job to direct the Harrowgast to take down the Citadel of the Perpetual Storm. Our agents still search the Catacombs for the Pneuomanomicon, but even if they fail in their search, necromancers shall raise those fallen from famine and overrun the gates. Soon they will die by the thousands and our forces will take what remains of Hex. The people clamour for bread, for fuel, for heat. The fairy pseudodragon descended with the note:Īll goes according to plan here in the City. Caulis directed Eleyin to sting the bird, while Armand sent a spell scorching skywards the firebolt missed, but Eleyin’s aim was true. But as Sister scrawled a portal onto the bark of a newly-grown tree nearby, they glimpsed something overhead – a raven, a message tied to its foot, speeding through the air. With the dread winter ended, the party prepared to return to Hex. Note: Much of this session was guest-DMed by Yam’s player, with the normal DM taking the role of Insidia Thorn.
She wears bulky ecclesiastical garments covering an uncertain number of limbs and goes by “Sister.” An ancient and enigmatic Lengian cleric of the Mother of Spiders, name unknown.Insidia “Sid” Thorn, a cambion graduate student and illusionist at Umbral University.Caulis, a homunculus warlock liberated from its master has made a pact with certain Faerie Powers.Armand Percival Reginald Francois Eustace de la Marche III, a suspiciously pale, apparently human noble and sorcerer, and certainly not a ghoul (how dare such a thing be suggested).
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