Blights Edge: Above and Below

D&D Feb 15

Within the warm tavern, the travellers, the fiend known as Lucky (actual name Mita), the tengu Saya and the dragon Argent all poured over Lucky’s mysterious book.

One thing is made absolutely clear: While the language of the text is poetic, the guy clearly does not know how to write properly.

The dragon bard known as Argent (by the commoners and those who found it too difficult to say her full name) studied the book curiously. …the Sosoeliri tomb, hm? She did know a few songs written about the Sosoeliri tomb. The oral history of the Soesoliri was as old as the dragons’. In fact, it was even older than the start of the Dragon Factions. She remembered that the Sosoeliri has a very rich bardic tradition…and a rather colourful one. She could recall several raunchy, rather “steamy” songs about being lovers, and a lot of strange tragedies. Even the tragedies are entertaining.

The determined cleric of the travellers, Koshka, skimmed over the pages of the book. He noticed that above the words of the text are barely visible, faintly glowing, blue runes. Koshka can tell from the text and his knowledge that the elves do have something about them and some strange mention of a clan of mystics that the family was possibly descendent from, signified from the “liri” in their name. He can’t tell if the runes are of that Sosoeliri family’s specifically, but Koshka knows that some of the runes signified Galderos, signifying protection. He knows that humans build tombs because they don’t have sand, and some of the older, weirder sort of families bury more than just their dead in there, they put in facilities for the living, places the living can go, often involving a few traditions that have to do with Galderos.

Mita is a little bit stumped herself. She did try to look through the book with Loka, but this guy’s lyric is terrible. Very reputable former tomb explorer…but quite frankly, he is an asshole who can’t write for shit. The book is so full of purple prose they miss the blue runes completely.

As all they could possibly get out of it is gotten out of it, the travellers, Lucky, Saya and Argent all decided to stop looking at the thing and go after the tomb. (Lucky, Saya and Argent decided to join the travelers, Argent citing an eagerness to find new musical instruments.) Lucky took the book with her, and the group exited the tavern, and found themselves in the center of Brustuko, the famous trade town, known for being the place to find just about anything. (That means, yes, anything). It teemed with people, and the noise of people attempting to make a buck.

Ugu declined to go around town, opting to continue on the lengthy and epic task of masterfully writing his…her…their paper. It is very important. A very important paper on Zen.

Koshka decided to mosy about town, thinking he’d check for mystics. There was a guild, mostly Saris’ run, and in the monastic tradition.

It is obviously a guild of clerics. But…well… Koshka’s gets the vibe that they might possibly be ripping people off. …It probably was the kitschy decorations, or the really ugly flashing sign…with the paint peeling off, or the obviously plastic columns. Kind of like Las Vegas hotels, but worse.

As Koshka contemplated the garishly plastic-thin exterior of the guild, he couldn’t help but wonder about the reputation of the tombs. After all, typically, the last few tombs faded from the historical records. Perhaps they would know something. “Okay,” Koshka deliberated, “I’ll make up some excuse to talk to them. I’ll just ask round about where that tomb might be.” Decided, Koshka entered and attempted to converse with them.

But…, well, these cats don’t like Koshka’s Feledan Saris, so they gave poor Koshka’s attitude. Lots of attitude. They make it expressly clear that they do not like uppity, oh, so, honorable Feldan folk. At all.

To put it one way, attitude is rather a drastic understatement.

Meanwhile, Lucky, Saya and Argent decided to directly investigate the tombs.

One of the tombs was buried in a rock slide, and a couple were just way too creepy to even try to venture into. Some looked like refurbished dragon lairs (“Not quite as beautiful as the ones in my homeland”, commented Argent) and one looks like it’s been broken in recently.

And…there were some people in the distance.

And one of these people was ghostly figure… which looked vaguely familiar.

Saya deliberated and decided to talk to them, hovering lightly to land on the ground. Her albino peacock rode on Argent’s back, grooming itself and ignoring both of them. This person appears to remember Saya. In fact, he used to fold her paper animals when she was a chicks. He was a human fighter who missed his kids a lot, who had died in the war 100 years ago. They made small talk and caught up. Argent… sheepishly let Saya do the talking.

The Small Talk went something like this:

“So what have you been up to in the world of the living?”

“Oh, I’ve been trying to find some work as a scout, but they seem to be wary of us. I’ve been trying- but , well that hasn’t worked out, because the only guild that will accept me is a bit chaotic at the moment due to the battle of Atlantis. People in the living world, they just don’t get it you know? ”

(Historical Note: The battle had happened recently, but a lot of people died, and as a result the jungle is infested with undead.)

He landed lightly on Argent’s back, and complemented her on her vivid, gorgeous scales.

(He’s a real charmer. Does this to everybody.)

“I’d been doing some hunting, because apparently that sells well here.
And starvation is rather a terrible way to die, isn’t it?”

“Really unpleasant, yes,” smiled Saya.

“You see, I’ve been doing this for a month, and I can’t find very much game, and I can swear that that tomb wasn’t blighted a while ago. So what are you up to?”

“Oh, we’ve been looking for Sosoeliri.”

“Oh! Sosoeliri. Love wizards! Always so cheerful. He mentioned something about an island, but people don’t really talk about tombs, you know,” said the spirit companion. “I mean, I don’t even know if my family had a tomb. But who knows, I’m poor as dirt.

…You know, Saya, I’m proud of you. Your mum said you’d be a scholar, but here you are, a warrior.”

His voice was warm and proud.

“But anyway, I’ve got to be going. I have to meet somebody in a bar somewhere.” He went on to talk about bad breakups and chocolates as gifts, before bidding them goodbye.

Saya and Argent waved and flew off..

“If you’re going to be a warrior , don’t get blood on the scales,” sighed Argent to Saya.

Koshka’s werewolf claw gave a heroic tint to his gorgeous luxurious mane.
(An Aside. It’s Very Important.)

Meanwhile in town, the gloomy nameless dwarf, went shopping for …things… in the rather shady area of Brustuko (the part of Brustuko in which deaths are no longer classified murders by the police, just suicide), and came upon a rather suspicious looking hunchbacked dwarf selling a multitude of strange and rare goods of vague and dubious legality.

She browsed around, and came upon something that interested her greatly— Dragon bones.

The unidentified dwarf offered a trade. “Do you have a card?” the hunchbacked dwarf asked her, leering. She showed him the card, and he gave her the discount. They bartered back and forth for a while, but she managed to negotiate down to half her gold, and some treasure.

“These are very good quality. Verry, Very good.” the hunchbacked dwarf hissed, his breath rancid. “Have a nice day,” he chortled at her mockingly.

“May your mines flow well with gold,” she murmured. “And the B’vertorgh in your tunnels,” she muttered under her breath as he departed.

The hunchbacked dwarf ducked back into the dark alley, vanishing into the shadows. Koshka, who had caught up to his gloomy companion and witnessed the end of it, decided it was best to be oblivious. Some things weren’t meant to be known about it.

And by the tavern in the middle of Brustuko, win the throes of Zen, Uguu doggedly continued to put pen to paper, and wrote, and wrote and wrote, absorbed completely in their most important, pressing task. Of Zen.

For Zen.

The chat with the gheist over, Loka decided to wander around with Lucky and Argent about the main parts of town to see if she could pick up any information.

She decided to ask the first random passerby about the tomb. The first random passerby happened to be a very elderly gnome and a young girl gnome, possibly her granddaughter, arguing heatedly.

“Now where is his report- ” demanded the old woman.

“I gave you this report, when you were drunk off of carrot juice,” the girl retorted, exasperated.

“That was your mistake, then, isn’t it sweetie?”

Lucky giggled helplessly at the two passersby. She approached them, and inquired, “Um, excuse me ma’m, but I could give you the report. I hav’nt been drunk. But we’re actually looking for something else.”

“Well, Hello, dearie! How are you doing today, you cute little fiend?,” cooed the three-foot tall grandma gnome to Lucky. She looked perilously on the verge of pinching Lucky’s cheeks.

“Well…,” Lucky gestured frantically for Loka to get over and prevent any imminent cheek pinching. “We’re looking for a tomb…”

“What sort of tomb, dearie? A funny one, a strange looking one or a-?”

Her granddaughter Tithy hid her face in her hands in exasperation. “She means are you looking for a human tomb, or a tomb just full of dead things? And then there is the tomb guardians, and the dragon tombs which are full of gold but don’t take it, which grandma knows because she WENT in there and STOLE everything!”

To explain, dear reader, this grandmother gnome goes by the name of Cherry. She is a perfectly normal, upstanding gnome who runs a guild of exploration.

…We apologize, that sentence was a lie. But she is certainly a gnome, and she does run a guild of exploration!

Cherry insisted to her granddaughter, “I didn’t steal it dearie, I was simply redistributing wealth.”

“But it belonged to them, Grandma!!!”

“No, it belongs to the people who can use it," the grandmother gnome insisted.

“…Anyway,” interrupted Loka, “Do you know a human tomb by the name of Sosoeliri?”

“Ohh,a human tomb. Oh, I knew one of those.” She gave Loka a particularily disturbing eyebrow waggle.

“Rumors aside,” groaned Lucky, “Do you know where it is?”

“Oh sure! Oh sure! Tithy, will you look in the library? I’m going to get another drink.” Cherry turned to walk back to the bar counter to make good on her word.

“But!”

“You’re my apprentice. Go do it!”

“Fine!” groaned Tithy, running to follow her grandmother’s orders. A few moments later, Tithy returned with the revised notations of the exploration record for the Sosoeliri tomb.

“Looks like it’s on an island,” mused Grandma Cherry, new drink in hand. “Hm… could be because it’s Ralph who explored and did the notations for the Soseliiri tomb. It’s a shame he got arrested for murder. Horrible tragedy, hope he comes back alive."

“…properly alive. Actually alive.” She added, hastily.
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Lucky and Loka and Argent poured over the notes and the map. The island was shaped like a scorpion. It was also familiar to Argent. The tail of this particular island has been very important to dragons. The mountain ma be full of undead, but to fly over that mountain is the rite of passage of Dragons- when a dragon flies over it, they are considered an adult.

In the meantime, Tithy and her grandma continued to argue. “You want to go find it, eh? ” said her grandmother. “Why, there was this dragon- ”

“-Let’s not talk about that dragon. It was a sore spot for them. Grandma… it was a very tragic event.”

“…You three are welcome to use our library all you want. Just be sure not to let anything fall on your head,” said Cherry to the travelers, winking one aged eyelid.

“Despite our best efforts,” muttered Tithy.

They thanked her and went on their way. So did Loka and Lucky and Argent go off.

And so did Koshka and the nameless dwarf go off to regroup and travel to the tomb as well.

“Apparently there is an island south of the Scorpion Isle, and we should probably find a way to get there. Any ideas?” asked Lucky eagerly.

“Well, I could carry some. But not everyone,” said Argent, flicking her wings elegantly.

After some discussion, it was decided Argent would carry Uguu.

And thus they departed.

The Scorpion Isle is known as the everything basket, a beautiful place full of apple orchards and all sorts of things. It was one of the few productive areas of Aeredoth, not corrupted by the Aegis at all. It was shaped like a scorpion from the aerial view, and absolutely gorgeous. (The commonfolk knew the aerial view of it from the dragons.)

They decided to take a portal to the Scorpion Isle. When they arrived, the weather was lovely. It was a semi-tropical, pleasant, large island. The place where they landed had facilities for dragons. There was a ship to journey onward way to the south, and there was no portal at the south of the island because it was a small fishing town.

Unfortunately, that ship was the only ship to the tomb. There were plenty of ships incoming and outgoing (because people sometimes couldn’t afford portals) for military or trade, but this ship was the only one free to go where they needed to go, and the only one they could afford to charter.

The dragon and tengu of the travellers did not need a ship, but Argent and Saya did want to stay together with the group.

The road south to the small fishing town was well travelled. Argent flew at an easy pace, the beat of her wings soft and regular, Lucky, Ugu and Saya riding on her large back. Meanwhile, the gloomy dwarf, Loka, and Koshka walked on the path, at Loka’s quite relaxing pace. It was a comfortable day’s walk. For noon they had a good lunch of venison.

They all sat around the fire to eat the delicious food. Argent’s snake familiar whined about not having food, whom Argent managed to placate (eventually.) Lucky tried to tell Argent a story, but the dragon was too busy being absorbed in herself and playing a song. Lucky eventually gave up and listened to the music.

After lunch, and Lucky had scarfed down more food than Argent and Saya could imagine (she was so thin!), so they continued on.

It got to be around early to mid afternoon, the village visible on the horizon when suddenly, Argent, Lucky and Saya heard a ROAR.

Something huge dropped down out of the clouds and nosedived towards them. It appeared to be a gigantic dragon… once.

It was a dragon, flying with magic, ripped hide and dead skin flying from it’s bones. Its eyes gleam with a fiery, unholy, sickly light. Its bones were a sickly pearl inscribed with eerie glowing green runes. It screamed. Its shriek was nails on chalkboard, scraping and horrible, like agony and nightmares and memories and everything that had ever haunted, the sound of everything that had ever died and lived. It reverberated through their bones, made them hiss in pain and clutch their ears, turned their blood and bones to freezing ice.

Koshka felt it resonate through his bones, his shield shaking with the vibrations of the monster’s scream as he noticed something behind the bushes. A righteous fury rose up within him, and he was filled with courage, even as the shriek rattled his bones and and made sharp knives shoot through his ears and the tips of his fingers.

Loka’s sword amulet warmed against her skin.

The gloomy dwarf, gritting her teeth against the pain, used her knowledge of undead to detect any around in the area besides the dragon. There was the apparent undead dragon from above- but what was that?!!!!!! There was an unexpected undead presence from behind the bushes!

The gigantic undead flapped huge flesh-less wings, delicate patterns of dead, mother of pearl bone and grey, rotting skin wafting with the breeze, hovering, and dived at Argent with another bloodcurdling shriek, its eyes glowing the sickly green of a serpent’s skin. Argent strafed back, managing to dodge it’s attack by an hair. She leveled her elegant wings to re balance, as Saya, balancing precariously on Argent’s back drew back her longbow to her ear and loosed two swift shots into the undead dragon.
They flew true. One arrow slipped into the gap between two of his ribs was caught on dead skin hanging in its ribcage and the other struck directly into the rune. It faltered in pain, taking 6 damage.

Meanwhile on the ground, Koshka ambushed the bush behind which the undead were hiding behind. He held up the holy symbol for the undead to sight it and repent, but as the skeletons could not see it, the symbol was ineffectual. The necromancer controlling them started, startled. He turned on his heel and vanished. He had gotten away.

Loka, in the open, targeted a skeleton with a fire spell. It struck one skeleton, which shrieked as it burned to ash.

Up in the aerial battle, Argent breathed a cone of fire at the Blighted dragon as it rushed towards them. It threw up a spectral, skeletal wing to block it but the fire caught at its wing and the dead skin. The runes on its wing glowed. It shrieked again and opened it’s gaping, empty jaw to breathe a sickly green, unnatural fire. It dived and hit them with a spectral wing, which passed through them. Lucky, Saya and Argent felt a horrible chill in their blood and bone passing through them, making small cuts appear on their skin. The sensation was akin to that of frostbite. The force of the blow knocked knocked Saya off, but she managed to unfreeze her wings and keep herself in the air.

Lucky had been almost knocked off and was hanging on for her life. Saya saved Lucky.

By the bush, the undead rushed at Koshka, cornering him from both sides. They stuck him with arrows. One shot Koshka deep in the chest, just missing his heart and lung, as the other landed in Koshka’s shoulder. Koshka went to the ground, gasping in pain, bleeding out and barely alive. He had 3 HP left, and could not move well. They drew their arrows back for a second go.

The undead fired at Loka and the nameless dwarf, but missed. One fired at Loka, and hit Loka in the shin for 2 damage.

Saya swiftly drew her bow, hovering in the air. One missed, but the other flew true, hitting the fleshless dragon directly in a rune in the neck. It was a debilitating blow- the undead dragon was about half-dead.

The dwarf opened her mouth to sing. She sang a gloomy song of dark mines and dead, of miners facing terrors within the deeps, chaotic and horrifying. Her powerful, sorrowful voice somehow filled them all with courage against the terrible things they were facing, as strong and persistent as the hopeless but persistent courage of the miners that faced the great B’vertorgh, many years before.

Koshka stumbled back to heal himself from the deadly wound. He managed to heal himself to the point where he was almost perfectly well. Loka reached for her power and readied three magic missiles, floating in the air. She squinted through the trees and fired them vaguely where she assumed the undead to be.

The missiles landed with a boom.

Flame exhausted for now, the magnificent dragon Argent swooped at the rotting, runed, wrong other, razor sharp claws extended. The blighted dragon dodged, and turned around to dive again to tear Argent apart with its dead pearl claws. The dragons circled each other, going claw to claw. One skeletal claw, skin rotting off, missed, but the other skimmed Argent’s side for a shallow cut, the eerie glow of cold and chill reaching farther and cutting deeper into the light wound.

A crossbow bolt from the dwarf on the ground whizzes past the two dragons and into the sky. The group can still hear the dwarf’s song, propelling them still.

A magical missile landed on Loca, and she gripped the bleeding burns, hissing in pain. The wound was moderate. She perceived that the trees on the other side’s leaves blew out with the passing of the magic missile.

The arrows from the undead hit Koshka twice. He clutched the bleeding gashes in his side.
An arrow narrowly missed the dwarf and another landed in Saya’s thigh. She flew back from the fray, perching on a tree nearby to nurse her leg, as the dragons swooped up together. From her vantage point on the tree, she drew back her bow to her ear and loosed an arrow, but missed the Blighted dragon by an inch. She breathed out, frustrated.

Koshka, weak from blood loss, gritted his teeth and forced himself to turn to face his attackers. The skeletons leered at him with identical dead grins. Koshka clenched his teeth against the pain and forcefully drew his power from the wellspring inside him. Its warmth rested in his hand as he cast Turn Undead upon them. One skeleton shrieked and turned to ash. The other was untouched. Loka on the footpath, drew her power to her, and called on the lightening, reaching to it. She drew her hand down and let it loose as a lightening bolt struck at the remaining skeleton. They heard a yelp and the skeleton was vaporized. The trees started to burn from Loka’s lightening bolt. Argent, still circling her opponent, started to sing a harmony to harmonize with the dwarf’s sorrowful song of courage. Her opponent dived and managed to claw her for a searing gash in her chest. The songs started to meld, earthy dragon lore to the dissonant dwarf lore, and the ringing music reverberated about the clearing, filling it with its power.

Lucky attempted to draw her bow, balancing on Argent’s bescaled back, but missed, her arrow flying into the blue sky.

The undead turned suddenly towards the dwarf, their bows aimed to kill.

One steel tipped arrow hit Koshka for 3 hp in the tail. Another hit the dwarf in the shoulder for 3 damage, but she did not stop her song. The music of the harmonizing song of dragon and dwarf continued to ring.

Up in the trees, Saya drew her arrow back and nocked it to her ear, and loosed another two. They flew true, hitting the dragon for 6 in the runes. The dragon started to falter, moving more slowly.

Down on the ground Koshka forced himself upward and slashed with his holy sword, letting loose a fierce roar. He managed to slice at the skeleton, and the sword glowed with a magnificent light, felling it for once and for all.

Loka muttered an arcane chant, and her power swirled around her hand as she cast flaming spear, causing the trees to flame all around them. One skeleton was felled and the rest took damage.

In the air, the dragons were at a standstill, swiping and dodging and circling, a deadly, graceful dance. The Blighted dragon clawed at Argent for 5 and veered away, leaving an opening for Lucky and Argent to attack. Argent pounced, biting into its bones and breaking the sickly bones some, and dragged it with its neck in a deadly grapple. The skeletal dragon struggled, attempting to dive away towards the bushes, but Argent yanked it back, keeping her hold. An arrow whizzed by them as Argent’s collaborator in song attempted to shoot at it. Lucky, holding desperately onto Argent’s shoulder, managed to draw back the bow with her teeth and loose an arrow directly at its neck vertebrae.

The Blighted dragon seized up, and the sickly serpentine lights in its glowing eye dimmed. Its empty, cavernous jaw opened for one last time as it fell to the ground, a falling pile of bone and dead skin, unmoving, the eyes in its skull dark.

It was dead.

The skeletons started to run, the unseen necromancer as well. Koshka gripped his side and charged at them, determined not to let them get away. He roared and struck them with his sword, felling one and cracking all the bones of the other in one blow. Their bones clattered to the ground, only one left standing. Looking around for the necromancer behind the attack, Loka cast detect magic, searching for the necromancer, but the spell failed. The dragon Argent dived at the remaining and crushed it beneath her. She gracefully pulled out of the dive and too cast detect magic to search for the necromancer. Lucky cast detect magic as well. But although they detected magic everywhere, but they couldn’t find him and weren’t sure if he was still around. The necromancer has vanished without a trace.

But they had prevailed.

The undead turned to ash.

The unidentified dwarf eagerly harvested bones from the dead dragon, as the group recovered from the battle and searched the bones for loot. (All there seemed to be was the dragon.)

As the party walked into town, many people stopped and stared. They then ran out and thanked the party for defeating the dangerous bandits that had been plaguing them, and welcomed them with open arms. Over a few beers, the party told their story, with Argent providing lovely music. The next day, a ship was graciously given to them, since, hey, having some heroes come by and defeat evil doesn’t happen every day!

It’s the next day, a slightly cloudy day, but a nice day for this season. It’s warmer here.

Lucky seems to be okay with being in warmer places, but….

To put it one way, it’s hot.

Too hot.

The kind of hot that gives pounding headaches and makes one start wandering around in a daze.

As a result the travellers are not happy.

The ship they charter is strikingly familiar. Koshka, on a high and full of himself with praise did not notice, nor did Loka, busy running after her errant mouse.

The party, all healed up, got on the ship, the crew friendly and helpful to them, as Argent and Saya fly by. Lucky is having a ton of fun,exploring the ship and gasping at the sea. They fly over the lovely, sparkling calm sea. They notice something odd.

(Koshka did not notice anything. Poor Koshka is busy being miserable being an incredibly seasick cat.)

Suddenly, they all heard a great crack, and the ship was buffeted back by a sharp wind. The deck rocked violently beneath their feet, the ship turning almost vertical. The crew and the travellers cling desperately to anything they can hold onto. Fifteen foot wave crests rise, soaking them in water and winds scream, moving fast past. The dragon loses control but manages to get back some sort of balance as Lucky clings tightly to her scales, terrified. The waves get taller and taller and they all see what appears to see a cyclone full of dark green brown water hurtling towards us.
The sailors wrestled the sails down, hanging on to the winches for dear life.
They manage to succeed and shout at the group to get below. As the travellers get below, a huge wave swept over the deck, and that is the last thing anyone saw before going into the hull. Creaking noises get louder, and louder…

And louder…

And louder….

As a rending, terrible noise reverberates through the air, hurting all of their ears, and all of them fall

fall

To black.

Three unconscious bodies lie in the hull. Two bodies are buffeted away by the winds, struggling to survive.

The storm calms.

The dragon and tengu manage to turn back, wings heavy with salt water, exhausted from fighting against the wind.

The ship is gone.

Lucky cast Detect Magic and looked around. “I don’t…feel anything…?”

They all didn’t… just felt disoriented in time and space.

They saw a mouse, frantically waving, Saris, rubble, but didn’t see a ship. Then they saw it. Land! Saya and Argent flew nearer, their wings heavy.

Argent landed gracefully on the beach and shook the water off her wings. She observed Loka in a tree, the dwarf unconscious against another tree and Koshka in the sand, draped on the dwarf in a compromising position. Argent pokes the dwarf experimentally, not getting any response. Lucky lugged Koshka off the dwarf.

Loka woke up in the arms of a gorgeous, sensual, Nyssian female. Loka flailed and shouted at it to go away.

The dwarf woke up and immediately wished she hadn’t, due to a splitting headache.

Koshka woke up to Lucky dumping cold water on him. “Stop that!” yelled Koshka, hissing at her, fur on end. Lucky gave him a mischievous smile.

They notice Uguu walking peacefully on water with the power of their zen, entranced with their manuscript, still writing and completely oblivious to the world…

Or the storm.

Uguu sits down on the sand and continues to write, oblivious still, as Koshka washes himself with one soaked paw.

(Grumpy cat is grumpy.)

They could see a wreck and some dead bodies.

Argent contemplated looting a dead sailor for the sake of musical instruments, but decided against it and flew away. Koshka suggested to explore the island, and the group agreed. Argent bespelled dancing lights to follow them, and they went on, as the dwarf hummed a song to quell— the headache.

They decide to sleep, and they wake up to a gorgeous meteor shower. Saya watched it entranced. There are no meteor showers much where she came from, there were beautiful things, but no meteor shower.

When they awake in the morning, rested and sound, they find a small chunk of glass where the fire once was. It is smooth and glassy. Argent picked it up delicately with one claw, and gave it to Saya. Saya put it in her pack. The jungle is alive with life, and the dwarf begins to sing.

Lots of stuff happen.

There are mangoes and they look delicious. The mouse nibbles on one, and they all nom happily.

Koshka declares that she likes it.

They soon came across a tablet.

There was a strange symbol of Good- of a sun and moon on either side of a bird, and engraved beneath it was the inscription:
“Walk tall, walk firm, ye of my blood.”

It is the Sosoeliri symbol. Lucky vaguely recognized it. She only knows because she had to see it in evey book she read about channelling.

The dragon exits out of the jungle and found herself in a clearing that leads up to a verdant mountain. She observed a mauseleum built into the rock wall,with vines crawling all over it. The grass is sweet smelling and the dragon rolls happily in it.

Koshka also rolled in the grass, purring. Lucky went to check out the mauseleum but got distracted by watching the dragon happily roll about in the grass.

Koshka decided to try the door, but Lucky stopped them.” Lucky knocks on the door, gave them a thumbs up and pushed into the stone.

The door opened to a passageway leading down.

As they step over the threshold, we hear a sound and the ceiling, made of crystal lights up . They find themselves in a well-lit corridor with normal looking murals on the walls, with absolutely no spiders (or intimidating monsters of any kind, or pests) (that are totally normally looking. We’re seirous.). The light is warm and soothing, shifting colors. On one wall is a procession, and the other has a celebration. It’s in a state of disrepair, like no one has been in there in a long long time. The corridor goes for a little bit.

The tomb is an in-between place, between death and life. It was old. The art of making a tomb between the land of living and dead havs been lost.

This place is an upbeat tomb, an art. The art is beautiful and vibrant with death but the hope and celebration of life. There seems to be a hint of the cyle of life and death. There is a motif of helping. All of the group admires it, and the nameless dwarf and Argent break out into a light disagreement upon the art history of tombs. (Argent asserts that draconic murals and tombs are far superior, and the dwarf disgarees.)

Koshka asks what Lucky thinks of it.
Lucky says quietly, “I like it. A little sad, but it’s beautiful. I like it.”

They walk on.

The tomb has the kind of vibrancy, but normally in a tomb, Saya knows that (from class, Ishtara did teach it, and there were cookies from it) and the dwarf knows that- there is always some sort of presence. Because it’s an in between points, there is usually spirits hanging around, doing rotations to keep an eye on things, to keep things safe, touched up in case someone comes in, to ensure that souls that end up here are ferried properly.

But…

It just feels too empty.

It feels too dead.

Even though there’s a lot of vibrancy- it feels abandoned.

Too abandoned.

The mural is falling apart, it’s got a little altar that needs some cleaning, everything needs cleaning but it’s homey, there’s dust.

There is no such spirit there.

Nothing.

Saya and the dwarf feel an unease deep in their hearts.

There is a humanoid statue holding a sword, appearing to block the way. It is made of stone, and it has no eyes.

Lucky feels a little unnerved.
Uneasy, Saya mentions the emptiness to the group.

They try to go past it, and it moves to block us.

“Greetings visitors,” the statue says in a robotic voice, lips unmoving. “I cannot let you into the inner tombs as there have been mishaps. Please do your rituals and such in the anteroom, I apologize for the inconveniecne.”

Lucky goes up to the construct, and says, “Excuse me, I’m of this bloodline may I go back there?”

“Protocol states I can’t. IT IS FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY> IT IS FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY. I’m sorry but you can’t go back there. Thank you and please do your ritulas in the anteroom. I apologize for the inconvenience.”

“You can’t seriously mean we’ll be blocked by this,” grumbled Argent.
“Well, I have invisibility,” suggested Loki. “I could see…”
Loki examines the construct. It’s old. It’s very old, and very badly made, and it can move.

“Please refrain from moving the blocking device. I cannot allow you into the lower tombs there has been a mishap.”

“Would you mind explaining what that is, dear?” inquired Argent to the statue.

“There Has Been A Mishap.”

Lucky looks around furtively. “Do you still want to go in?” she whispers.

They decide to provide a dristraction . Argent attempts to play music, but it does not.

Tengu attempts to go in to fight, and the construct takes non lethal action against it.

Dwarf asks some random stupid questions at it, such as:

“When were you created?”

“I WAS CREATED 500 AND 35 YEARS AGO 14 DAYS AND 11 MINUTES, 2 SECONDS.”

“Statue, the statement after this is false. The statement before this is true. Is this statement false?” offered Loka.

“My Protocols Do Not Allow Me to Answer That Question.”

“Construct, you’re blocking the wrong way.”

“My Protocols Do Not Allow Me to Answer That Question.”

While they distract it ,Lucky sneaks behind it, clambers on the constructs head and disables it.

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