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31st Session Summary - part 2
The adventures of Sevrin and Xaehyd

1st Nightal - The Year of Shadows 1358 DR

After having continental breakfast at the Leeke Towers, Elara guides Galvin, Sevrin and Xaehyd to the Dreamglade. They follow the intricate steps of Elara through the menhir circle and soon find themselves back in the familiar environment of the Sunglade within the Yuirwood. Sevrin notices movement through the thick forest canopy and goes to investigate but finds only a black feather.

They decide to stop in Relkath's Foot to receive the gift that Leokas mentioned. During the eight hour walk, the forest itself appears to watch them. They arrive at nightfall and make their way to the Taproot for the night.

2nd Nightal

Leokas presents to them, a llama named Jenny as a thank you from the citizens on behalf of Labelas. Leading their newly acquired llama, the trio begins the journey northward, through the Yuirwood to Velprintalar.

4th Nightal

Arriving in the capital city of Velprintalar, Xaehyd suggests that they pay a visit to the home of their friend, Zair the cartographer. Upon arrival at the residence, they find it unoccupied and as they peer in through the window, it becomes apparent that the apartment has not been occupied for some time. Sevrin attempts to pick the lock on the door for several minutes before realizing that the door is not locked. Upon entering, they find scorch marks on the inside of the door and floor. A through search reveals that Zair had written a note to the Simbul, detailing a possible slave escape route from Thay that he had mapped. Upon Zair's table, the outline of parchment that was once there could also clearly be seen. After a search of the home they decide to sleep there for night.

5th Nightal
Galvin decides to stay behind at Zair's home and investigate further while Sevrin and Xaehyd continue onwards to Telflamm. As luck would have it, The Sea Hag is in port and, cashing in on an old debt, are granted free passage to Telflamm.

9th Nightal
Sevrin and Xaehyd arrive in Telflamm and begin their training. Sevrin is nearly kicked out of the Shadowmasters' Guild, again, when he remembers hearing some news in Almorel that could be of value to the guild. Once relaying the information that he heard, he is given an extension on his dues until such time that he can bring back evidence of horselord activity on the Golden Way.

Session: Chapter 5: Evereska - Sunday, Jun 10 2018 from 1:00 PM to 5:00 PM
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you saw a what, now?
Every time I think, well, that’s got to be the craziest thing I’ve ever seen, something else comes along to blow my mind. The Abyss is kind of annoying that way; just coming here to find my father I’ve been exposed to so much more than I’d ever dared or feared to imagine, but Hell still keeps surprising me Sometimes that is a bad thing, but curiously, it can also be a good thing. It’s true, I’ve felt more terror than I’ve ever felt in my life—even counting when the villagers started whispering amongst themselves and my mother would get morosely quiet—but I’ve also felt more wonder and joy and pure exhilaration than I’ve ever felt before.

I especially feel awe when watching my traveling companions. They are certainly mortal and fallible, as I have seen the gaps in their armor many times, but they are each extraordinary. I feel so fortunate to have found them so quickly—albeit after a stint of weeks spent wandering alone in a ghastly swamp—and also that I encountered them before I stumbled across anyone—or anything—else. I do have to admit that it seems that I have run into a lot more danger since being in their company, but it has been nothing we cannot handle. But this—

A monster has stumbled upon us, which in itself is somewhat unremarkable (seeing as we are in the Abyss), but it is... I find myself at a loss for words. It is easily three or four times Mirilda’s height and stands upright on large, muscular hind legs. Though it waves around stubby front limbs almost comically, its mouth is anything but; it has a long pointed head and opens a gaping jaw full of glistening teeth to bombard us with a roar that makes my bones feel like pudding.

The elders in my village spoke—though never to me—of massive dragons that roosted in mystical mountains far to the north and they would invade the villages to steal unruly children. I always assumed that these were stories concocted to keep the village children obedient, but this monster… I believe now that those dragons must exist, if not in the lands I called home but here, and that this must be one of those very creatures.

My arcane bolts seem so inconsequential against that leathery hide stretched over such a massive bulk, but I can only keep throwing them and hope they have some effect. At least the creature screams and contorts its long neck when they hit.

When Elaren is whisked upward by those grasping teeth, my heart nearly stops. He had been reluctant to hit the creature with any sort of offensive magic, being the kind-hearted druid that he is but he had obliged when Blaze had screamed at him to do just that; it seems his reticence may have influenced the spell, because it was totally ineffective and only served to enrage the creature. It immediately wheels on him and snatches him up in its jaws, and I almost expected the look of horror on his features to cause the water to freeze and fall out of the humid air around him. But Boudica steps in close to whisk him out of the creature’s jaws with dimension door, and he is soon out of harm’s way...

Then Boudica is swallowed, though she later tells us that this was a less harrowing experience than I imagined, it was still terrifying to watch my friend caught up in those snapping jaws, and then for her to suddenly disappear down the creature’s gullet was almost more than I could handle.

Now we have Boudica back, though, and we are continuing after Leon, stolen by the ape-demons. And I know that we will get him back, though I know that the road to doing so will be treacherous. I cannot help but marvel that “stolen by the ape-demons” is now the sort of phrase that is part of my everyday life. The crimson sliding down my thigh from my smoked glass shard reminds me that I am flesh and blood, but sometimes I wonder what is happening to me.
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You wanna live forever?
Who wants to live forever? Apparently, not Mirilda as she gave up her opportunity. Well, not exactly living forever, but the chance to possibly double her life span.

She had been carrying around that longevity potion and thought about it. Would she really want to outlive her friends? As a half-elf, Elaren would probably have outlived her even with the use of the longevity potion. However, he was living without the love of his life and it still weighed on him. So many of the Unchained have already fallen, but that was in battle during adventures. It was a risk they all have taken knowingly. Mirilda mourned their loss but knew that was part of the life they all chose.

However, watching her friends, her family, grow old and feeble while she had the ability to reverse time with her potion just seemed wrong. She is not sure if she could bear seeing Boudica with wrinkles etching her beautiful face, or Blaze not being strong enough to lift his sword, or any of the Unchained withered and weak with age while she could be young again.

Many would have treasured that potion, but Mirilda truly had no interest in it. Maybe ten or 20 years from now she may regret trading it away but protecting the Unchained now seemed more important. Plus, what good does a longevity potion do if you do not live long enough to use it.
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Just a Little Tear
“Do something, you fucking pygmy mouse!”

“Leave him alone!”


“What an idiot.”

“He can’t help it.”

And I can’t. Everyone is yelling and cursing and giving it everything they’ve got, and all I can do is stand there and stare. Easily four men tall, with a head the size of a bear, this is the most astonishing creature I have ever seen, and I just fought another giant in the water. A mal-formed dragon? A lizard? A giant lizard maybe? It’s teeth are the size of my forearm. Why are its arms so short? He’s roaring like an angry two-year-old, snapping at us like a turtle, and narrowly misses crushing each body to death as he stomps between us, destroying the jungle.

“C’mon Elaren,” Blaze yells, gesturing.


“Now!” he commands, and casts Finger of Death at the magnificent beast, though I’m guessing he’d rather hit me with it right now.

Reluctantly, I cast as well, and we watch as our spells have no effect except to enrage the hulking mass of teeth and anger. We have just enough time to exchange an anxious glance before I’m caught up in its jaws, whipping through the air. I am immediately limp, as surely every bone from knees to neck are crushed, and I can see my own blood showering my friends below.

Boudica, bless her scantily-clad heart, casts dimension door, and I am crumpled in a pool of blood, out of reach. She is thanked for her efforts by being swallowed whole. There is a moment of utter stillness and quiet, and then the others seem crazed in their attack. We only just got her back, and they’ll not be letting her go without a fight to the death.

Feeling foolish that I thought the beast would return my admiration, I heal myself in preparation to enter the fray, but the others make swift work of bringing him down and disemboweling him, allowing for the reemergence of a rather tattered-looking Boudica.

I stagger over and clumsily grope at Boudica’s top, mumbling, “You got a little tear there in your top, right where your…”

“Shut up.”
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Beetle mania
This must be what beetles feel like. Absolutely everything is bigger than me. Just now I chopped through a blade of grass thicker than my thigh. Too bad I can’t skitter over the top of everything like an actual beetle. Or eat my way through the forest, that would be even better. Leave a trail of chewed up greenery. I’d definitely be a black beetle, shiny and cool, with long pincers out front, hey! My whole body would be actual armour, my head an awesome weapon. How many legs do beetles have? I’d be so fast! No one could catch me. I could slide into a ridge in the bark of one of these big old trees and hang out, maybe stick a pincer out once in a while and bite someone passing by. Then slip back in real quick, ha! Sip drops of water off the leaves. Hide in the shadows so big hungry birds don’t mistake me for a snack. Hang out with my beetle friends down in the moss, a band of beetles, that’s right. Talking about the fine lady beetles. This jungle wouldn’t be half so bad if I was a beetle.
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