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Back to the Spirit Realm
Yes!! I manage to push myself, Mitsuke, and Kusac back through the portal and into the Spirit World! That should stop the two potential Avatars from fighting to the death! (One of whom is my brother and one of whom is my best friend!)


Oh, crap. Zenna follows us through . . . . still possessed/controlled by his Avatar spirit. I was hoping he would regain control if they were separated! I still don't know if he has a part of Rava(the good spirit who has empowered all previous Avatars) that has simply been corrupted by Vhatu(her evil counterpart) OR if his Avatar-like powers come directly from Vhatu without a trace of goodness in him. He certainly acts differently than when we were children, though a lot HAS happened to us in the past year!
Mitsuke and I try to convince him not to fight us and discuss what has happened, but he only sees her as his villainous counterpart who must be destroyed. He believes he has Rava in him and that Mitsuke has Vhatu in her. He doesn't see how backwards that is!

He puts a wall between us and by the time Kusac and I break through it, he's already stopped attacking Mitsuke and started trying to free the spirit trapped in the giant Tree, behind her. Oh, no!! He thinks it's Rava trapped in the Tree! But it must be Vhatu's remaining pieces in there!! That's where Korra trapped him, 100 years ago! If he frees the evil spirit, there will be 10,000 years of darkness!!
Instead of trying to defeat this evil Avatar (so much for my corrupted theory!), Kusac commands Mitsuke and myself to run deeper into the Spirit Realm. I suppose that if we get far enough away, the Avatar spirit will leave Zenna less powerful. Kusac believes that while he cannot defeat Zenna, he CAN keep him from breaking the prison of the Tree and releasing Vhatu into the world. We take him for his word and skedaddle. (Does anyone still say that?!)
It turns out that Mitsuke had borrowed the powers of Earth Bending from the Lion-Turtle that we had met. It was the only way to reopen the Northern Spirit Portal! But now, as promised, she needed to return those powers or anger one of the most powerful creatures on our world! We manage to find him pretty easily and return the powers she borrowed, thanking him profusely, of course. The next step wasn't so clear. Without our mentor (who at this point was likely no longer with us . . . . forever! {cry}), we were a bit confused. The Lion-Turtle suggests that Mitsuke needed to Master her fourth element, before Sozin's Comet smashed into the moon. But, how could she Master Earth Bending without a Master Trainer?! He points out that she HAS one, and my eyes grow wide!! Is the Lion-Turtle going to train her?! How awesome!! When I was trained in Earth Bending , I just had . . . . . . . . oh . . . . . . . . he means me. I guess, technically, I'm an Earth Master. I've never even considered training someone else how to do it, but I suppose that it's possible! Especially since she's just recently had a taste of how it feels from her time with the borrowed powers. . . . . A little bead a sweat appears at my brow as I consider how hard this is going to be! I hope we can do it in montage, because this is going to be SO boring for regular viewers!!

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We spend a month or so (does time in the Spirit Realm pass the sand as the . . . . "Real" World?!) in intense training. . . . . and Speculation. It's likely that Zenna is spending this same time learning his fourth element, as well. Assuming that they know about the deadline of Sozin's Comet approaching, that is. Well, it's pretty obvious that it's coming. We see it getting larger, even here in the Spirit World. We also realize that it's going to be cutting it close for us two getting to the 'rocket' launching site in time. Even if Singehn, Kohna, and Yoshike manage to get us a place on this 'ship', we will have to rush to find them before they launch it! The Lion-Turtle tells us of another way to get to the moon, and it's inside the palace of the Northern Water Tribe! Sweet!! He also tells us that Zenna has not only failed to free the remaining parts of the spirit of Vhatu, but he has left the area of the Northern Water folk! That means we are unlikely to encounter problems on our way to this secret garden of Yuae(the moon)! Especially if Mitsuke can restore the appearance of the heir to the throne! Now that she's mastered all four elements AND has a smattering of experience in dealing with Spirit matters, that shouldn't be a problem.
And, in fact, it isn't. We return to the northern portal, passing the Tree (being protected by Kusac! He's frozen the whole area, but he's trapped inside! Well, we'll just have to come rescue him, once Zenna is no longer determined to free the spirit of darkness!). The guards at the city take us straight to the king, queen, and heir, where we tell our story. We ask about the rocket and Bingchaun shows up! He's been sent to bring us to the ship before it launches, but we calculate that we can't make it in time. We ask about Plan B, and the monarchs grant us leave to use their sacred garden to transport us to the moon (!!!?!!) and Bingchaun uses his messenger falcon to send a message to the others (I had totally forgotten about that thing!!). He tells the other group that we'll meet them on the moon!
So, Mitsuke, Bingchaun, and I go to this sacred garden, hidden deep within the castle. It's lovely and has a pond with two beautiful fish swimming circles in it, reminding me of a YinYang symbol. Very interesting! Mitsuke begins meditating and trying to figure out how to get us to the moon. I feel a strange stirring in my pocket and discover it's coming from my White Lotus tile! It's like compass, pointing not only toward the Earth that we stand upon (very likely this will be our way home, as the monarchs hinted at!) but also pointing toward the moon! Between Mitsuke and myself, we discover a path between worlds and actually make it to the moon in time to see not only Sozin's Comet, seemingly on a collision course, but also a strange metal object hurtling towards us. That must be the 'rocketship'!! (What a strange combination of creatures, now that I've said it aloud!) I hope our friends are safely on that 'rocketship'!!
Just as I'm thinking that, it explodes!!! I knew that's what rockets were supppsed to do!! I thought Yoshike was supposed to STOP that part from happening!!
What now?!
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Os Árduos Trabalhos de um Herói em Construção
"Isso, faltam poucos! Sempre em frente, Despin Hobbes!"
Sozinho em seus aposentos, o pequeno Despin Hobbes segurava seu arco diminuto, uma flecha pronta entre seus dedos e apoiada na madeira de sua arma. Falava consigo mesmo, inspirando sua própria confiança.
"Varanel, um dia você vai ser lembrado como uma arma lendária, uma que derrubou sozinha um dragão inteiro!"
Recentemente o pequeno Hin havia se abstido de muitas atividades do grupo, e não por motivo algum. Desde a invasão do demônio sombrio no templo, Despin se sentia, por falta de palavras que vinham em sua cabeça, "inútil, estúpido e inútil". A longa madrugada que se seguiu depois da invasão, com a lâmina negra entre os panos no seu colo, mãos tremendo com uma pena e papel prontos, um poema surgiu. Um que por acaso, Despin nem lembrava-se mais, de tão horrível que achou seu resultado final.
Porém, naquele poema tão fracassado havia algo especial. Em cada palavra mal rimada, cada verso em letras trêmulas, jaziam os últimos medos do bardo que queria tanto ser um guerreiro. Este, que agora incessantemente treinava no quarto. Em sua mente, não estava entre quatro paredes, mas em longos campos verdejantes, em montanhas decrépitas, cercado de criaturas malignas, prontas para avançar contra ele, sozinho, mas confiante e corajoso, pronto para a luta. Na mira de Varanel havia uma grande pedra que o pequeno Hin pegara no jardim enquanto dormiam, mas em seus olhos, um grande javali corria em sua direção, urrando de fúria. Era o maior javali que já tinha visto em todos os seus cinquenta anos.
"Venha, besta, corra para seu destino!", disse o pequenino. Fechou bem o olho esquerdo, concentrou-se com toda sua inspiração, e soltou a flecha. A ponta laminada propulsionava-se para frente cada vez mais rápida, cortando o vendo e silvando precisamente como uma nota musical. Girando, encarou o rosto do javali gigante, posicionando-se com o vento e acertando-o em seu coração. A besta, em um súbito tropeço, caiu. Despin Hobbes, levantando seu arco o mais alto que podia, pôs os pés no lombo da criatura demoníaca, agora sem vida, no chão. Era vitorioso.
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Com os olhos abertos, Despin mirou a pedra que deixara em cima da escrivaninha perto da janela. A pedra agora possuía uma lasca esbranquiçada, próxima ao centro. No chão, uma flecha quebrada, a ponta partida em duas.
"Só um pouco mais de treino.", disse o pequeno bardo, dirigindo-se à janela, que abrira com o bater da pedra em sua tranca.
"Serei o herói que conta suas próprias histórias. Do que adianta se aventurar e contar as vitórias de outros quando você não faz parte das lendas também?"
Suspirou fundo, o vento balançando seus cabelos castanhos aos ombros. Empunhou o arco em direção aos céus, segurou o bandolim em sua outra mão, e bradou em bons tons:
"ÀS NUVENS, DESPIN HOBBES!"
Despin ignorou os avisos de silêncio dos transeuntes e sacerdotes no chão abaixo, e continuou mirando o teto azulado do Faerun, seus olhos farfalhando, ávidos.
Permaneceu na mesma pose por alguns segundos a mais, guardou o bandolim e o arco, e respirou fundo.
"Bem...onde estava aquele tomo do Cornelius mesmo? Eu esqueci, preciso traduzir o livro inteiro!", e puxou algumas folhas para escrever.
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Epic!
Whatever Happened to Zartyr, Ashianna, Thanabo, Tempest and Franklin?
Zartyr woke with a start. Gods! His head was pounding. He could not remember where he was or how he got there. He was in a gigantic cavern. In front of him was a black shaft dropping to who knows where. Beyond that was an immense rough-hewn statue vaguely in the shape of a dragonman.

The paladin tried to move his arms, which were roughly shackled behind him. Both his arms and legs were chained. A heavy metal collar wrapped his neck and was attached to the floor with another heavy black chain, which was spiked into the stone. The length of chain was long enough to allow him to crouch, but not stand upright. A leather gag prevented him from speaking.

He was dressed in a ragged loin cloth and his equipment was missing.

To his left and right were his companions, similarly bound. Thanabo, Ashianna, Franklin and Tempest were also imprisoned. Zartyr could not tell if they were breathing, they were eerily still. Of the party's animal companions, there was no sign.

Zartyr tested the strength of his bonds, using his leg muscles to pull against the spike attaching him to the rocks. Nothing. Zartyr started to twist around in a tight circle, hoping to loosen the spike in that manner, when he noticed figures in the dark. The creatures were dressed in dark robes covering them from head to toe. They kneeled 10' behind each of the captives absolutely motionlessly.

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Quintus went back to the barkeep to order again. This time hotpot and a loaf of bread, rather than fish. He placed coin on the bar and walked to the table that Thandor had sat at, not caring for change. He had spent more on food at the Inn today than any other customer and had yet to eat.

Sitting on the benchseat opposite Thandor, Quintus did not even acknowledge the elf, but instead took his new wand out of his haversack and laid it on the table. He didn't expect Thandor would want to engage in light discussion, and Quintus was too distracted to try.

Quintus immediately started to move his fingers over the wand, appearing to tug and pull at nothing - fingers hooked and splayed for no reason at all. Now and again, out of the corner of his eye, Thandor would see a lick of ethereal flame dance along Quintus' arm or a mote of light reflect in his eye, but direct observation resulted in nothing.

Suddenly, ice appeared in Quintus' left hand, a shard, dangerous like a piece of glass from a window. Quintus placed it on the table, where it began to melt, while he tugged at an invisible 'thread' from the end of the wand with his right hand, much the same as drawing fishing line from the end of a rod.

"stthh," escaped from Quintus' mouth, as he appeared both surprised and strangely satiated, like he had just eaten. Grabbing up the wand while standing, Quintus grabbed the immaterial curtain of reality in front of him and stepped through, the table and benchseat unwrinkling back into place and reality before Thandor's eyes. Across the room, Thandor saw Quintus' feet appear at the top of the stairs as the mage reappeared on his way to the upstairs rooms...

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Quintus moved straight to his room and closed the door behind himself. He started to create arcane webs in the air, but rather than throw them out like a net, he began to feed them into the door, in and around the locking mechanism. He had much to study tonight and didn't need interruption...
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Below the wizard's tower.
We are still busy fighting demons. We dispatch them, then search the room. We don’t find much loot, but the formerly tortured corpse does have some items on it.

After some more searching, we check out the other room off the ice room. On the southern wall is a massive rack holding many bottles of wine. Gefilte starts looking over the bottles to see if there is anything he recognizes as good. While he is doing that, a Black Pudding oozes out from the far end of the rack. Combat ensues. We dispatch it, but its tendency to divide when Arkane hit it made that more difficult. Gefilte did manage to find a rare vintage bottle of wine, and stows it.

We decide to have an overnight rest here.

Fireday, 28th Falkhyn, 1197 md

We descend another flight of stairs to find a short hallway with a door at the end. We check the door for traps, and enter. We find a library of some sort; the shelves appear to be made of bone. Beska scans for magical items and retrieves the books that are indicated. Most of them deal with necromancy, but there is one with devine writings; Gefilte determines that it is a Tome of Understanding. He resolves to study it.
The room has another door. We check it out then go through. Here we find a room where dark rituals seem to have taken place. There are body parts, dark sigils, and other macabre tools. Gefilte starts casting Consecrate to try to make the room less evil. The rest of us case the joint.
In the next room, we feel a feeling of peace and sadness come over us as we enter. On the far wall, we see what appears to be a winged small child bound with dark magics. Gefilte and Arkane see that the dark shackles are the only part of this room radiating evil. Gefilte recognizes the creature as a cherub. Beska uses her magic to release the cherub from the shackles. We talk to the cherub a little. He tells us there are still a number of evil creatures still wtihin the tower, but he only knows of one mage here. We ask him if he would like to help us clear the tower. He replies that he has to get back to his home plane, but he tells us that the wizard who we killed was the pawn of a greater evil. In reward for helping him, he cast a protection spell on us and then disappears.
We scout out the east exit of this room; it goes back to the hallway from which we came, and leads to a room full of funguses. We decide to check the other exit before going that way. We open the west door and find a room that had been used as a summoning and binding chamber. Whatever was originally bound in this room managed to tear open the stone floor and dig a tunnel out. After briefly scoping out the fungus room, we decide to explore down the tunnel in the summoning chamber.

Plot points: staircase leading down from the tower.
We found a passage in a book about ‘agathareon’ in the wizard’s tower after we disposed of the wizard.
There was a portal pool and magical mirrors in the wizard’s tower. The telescope in the wizard’s tower was pointed at a peak in the mountains to the northeast, from which a thin trail of smoke arose. This peak is beyond the source of the Sorel River.
Session: Game Session - Sunday, Apr 16 2017 from 8:00 PM to 11:00 PM
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