…or, How I Climbed a Mountain To Fight The Crazies.
After a fit of gambling, jumping in the black pool at the Cylion Basin to get around talking to some stupid kids, and finally rejoining my travelling companions, Lemuel and I headed off toward the Embered Peaks. According to Seria there is a “machine/man” mind there that may be causing all of the strange animal and psychic disturbances in the area. Seria sent her friend Scaanjoon along with us. He’s fiery and might come in handy in a fight if he can stand to be around that sourpuss Lin-Cawn for any length of time.
On the way to Embered Peaks we all got to know each other. Lin-Cawn’s girlfriend Semeeko regaled us with tales of the olden days. I’m pretty sure she’s crazy. She seems to believe that she’s from six billion years ago! But Scaanjoon didn’t seem to mind the tales and it made the time pass quickly.
We climbed the mountain to the village of Embered Peaks and found nothing but madness there. When I tried to approach a group of townspeople that were very standoffish. I finally got someone to tell us where the magistrate was hiding and, unfortunately, it was in the same place that they called the “Forum of the Dead.” En route to the middle of town Lemuel had a great idea of making some hats out of some shiny metal he saw in a window. I drew my verred and backed my little buddy up as we entered the building to retrieve it. No trouble getting it and I lined my hat with it but then as we were exiting some of the paranoid townsfolk got all worked up about their precious window metal. Like my old buddy Haun from back in my days in Taatwo-Een , Scaanjoon took the initiative and shot first giving one of our assailants a fiery throat punch. A little excessive in my opinion, but it seemed effective. I feinted with the stabby end of my verred and clocked the other assailant with the hilt. Lemuel threatened them with his whip and that seemed to get the two that weren’t already on the ground to back down.
Making our way to the Forum of the Dead at the center of town we entered and found the reception area had been ransacked. We continued the ransacking, searching for anything that might be useful there with no luck. A young man named Chahil emerged from the room beyond and insisted that the magistrate was too busy to see us. He seemed a little nervous and jumpy like the rest of the townsfolk and insisted that we not go into the inner office. As a distraction other members of hte party kept him busy talking and I used a little hedge magic to start cleaning the room. In the meantime my pal Lemuel got busy picking the dual lock on the inner office door. With Lemuel’s success and a little luck we managed to get into the inner office.
In the center of the room was a spot that was strangely colder than the rest of the room. Lin-Cawn tinkered with it using his glow globe and eventually got a panel in the middle of the floor to open up by stepping into the cold. He tied off a rope and began a descent down the dark shaft only to discover that the walls had a spiral staircase along them. We began to head down…