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His swan song
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street torch
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand orcs, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
Fools, said I, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon Lolth they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on Verbobonc's walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence
Session: Episode 10 - Wednesday, Sep 12 2018 from 6:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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The flute that plays no more....
Fireseek 17

En route to Dagger Alley, the group scales down the fortified wall of Verbobonc.

They steer clear of the walls patrols and head down a known trail that circles the outer city. Two bonfires flank the southern gates guarded by a platoon of drunken soldiers, so they stay clear and avoid detection.

A giant appears before them. The group drops into cover. But, the Moose cannot resist charging in, protecting everyone. He meets the club of the beast head on and is knocked 20 feet, unconscious.
One by one the players fall.
Macross is knocked down.
Orlen is down.
Jethro is nearly decapitated.
In desperation, Baldomero flees to lure the beast away.

Baldomero makes it back to The Player's Inn.
Siga of the North joins him to rescue the fellow Brass Rings.

Meanwhile, Ming applies an Orc salve to Orlen to bring him consciousness, saving his life.
Orlen is able to rummage through packs and apply salves to Macross and Moose.

Siga and Baldomero make it back.

They return to the Players Inn to lick their wounds.

6 days later...

Fireseek 22

They decide to travel north through the city hiding their weapons in a wheelbarrow filled with manure.
They run into some street ruffians and put them in their place.
Macross takes the high road, sparing their lives, with a small bag of silver.

Session: Episode 10 - Wednesday, Sep 12 2018 from 6:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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A Funeral Dirge
The sad wailing of the bagpipes floats across the sounds of the city as a tribute is paid to our comrade in arms, Jethro Tull. His voice was a thing of beauty and grace, he inspired us all in hearts and on the battlefield. As we bind him to rest in death, we seek to remember his service in the cause, for none who die in such cause should be forgotten and the filthy corruption of the Purple Web shall be destroyed by the will and virtue of those who stand together against her evil destructive ways. Jethro shall live forever in our hearts and minds. When the struggle is won against her evil chaos, his name shall be recited by the children whose lives are saved by the sacrifice of Jethro.

Death to Podrick! Long live the memory of Jethro Tull! Down with the Spider Queen! May she rot in eternity. Verbobonc shall rise!
Session: Episode 10 - Wednesday, Sep 12 2018 from 6:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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She was always a sneaky bitch.
The bitter taste of failure burns in my mouth like rotten milk. The Spider Queen has not only usurped the rightful king, but has killed a comrade in arms. We might have guessed that Verbobonc is in some ways a prison. Strange creatures stalk the night and they guard the city approaches. It’s another matter that needs to be reported upon to the brass ring.
Session: Episode 10 - Wednesday, Sep 12 2018 from 6:00 PM to 10:00 PM
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Deadly Quests
Conclave of Rashemen
11th of Alturiak

Lord Thydrim presides over a conclave and strategy session with all of the fyrra and wychlaran that have answered his call. "Yet another crisis faces our nation!" he declares. "These foreign adventurers were sent here by the Simbul with an important message for us!"

At Thydrim's urging both the Simbul's letter and the intercepted Thayan communication are read aloud, drawing grim stares and black mutterings from the gathered Rashemaar.

"It seems that the Thayans have created a new kind of monster to threaten us, in an attempt to overcome the magic of our witches and of the spirits of Rashemen!" Thydrim continues, "The invasion is imminent - possibly only days away. First, I summon the Fangs of Rashement as well as the warriors of the berserker lodges and all youths currently on dajemma who can be summoned, to muster and gather at the Gorge of Gauros, where the Thayan attack will come from. Further, I ask our respected witches, the wychlaran - sacred Othlor, and respected Ethran, Blethran, and Hathran, to turn their magic and learned wisdom to the defense of our realm, and to gain aid from the ancient spirits of forest, stone, hill and tree. The Thayans claim that their new creatures are immune to the magic of Rashemaar spirits, so they may present an even greater challenge than ever before."

Lord Thydrim scans the room, meeting the gaze of every individual there - now you see why he is called huhrong, or Iron Lord. "Twenty times and more have the Thayans tried to conquer our land. Twenty times and more have they failed, sent shrieking back across their borders, their wives widowed, their children orphaned."

"Now our ancient enemies threaten us again and perhaps now they are stronger than ever, and the danger is greater. All Rashemaar will do their duty. Our land will remain free, with each breath that is taken, with each sword that is drawn, let them die in a sea of Thayan blood! If it is war the Red Wizards want, than it is war we will give them! Long live Rashemen!"

The crowd bellows "Long live Rashemen!" Their response echoes from the high, dark-beamed ceiling.

"Go now." Thydrim shrouts, "Prepare for battle!"

Lord Thydrim looks towards the fellowship, "Fight with us. For Rashemen. For Thesk. For Aglarond. For freedom!"
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