Session #03

The following is an excerpt from the Eldritch Living Ledger, as dictated by Keepers; Elarion Silverquill and Seraphina Runehart.

Coffee is perfect today, Seraphina. Let us gather ‘round and recount the latest chapter in the saga of our brave adventurers. The journey continues, and it seems that fate has quite the hand in their affairs.

Indeed!

Our tale begins with the party regrouping in the enchanted wagon, fresh from their brief stop at the Chaos Hunters' encampment. Ting Ting, ever curious, engages in conversation with the enigmatic Carl about the curious automaton named Rocket. Carl reveals that Rocket is a full automaton but unique in his sentience!

A marvel indeed! So Rocket will continue to grow and help Ting Ting?

I imagine we will find out! Meanwhile, Skit indulges in a well-deserved drink, and Almara, with a touch of whimsy, teaches Carly the art of playing dead—a skill she masters with flair!

The cutest!!!

Mr. Nice takes this moment to converse with Bart, while Twila patiently waits her turn to speak with Carl. Ting Ting, wrapping up his discussion, brings up the subject of the bounty on his head, with faking one’s death emerging as the favored strategy for its removal.

That does seem to be a large problem.

You don't know how right you are! When Twila asks Carl about her orb, now named Echo, Carl remains cryptic, suggesting Echo’s change is tied to Twila’s own growth. He seemed reluctant to speak on it or mischievous about it! Yes I agree.

As the party settles into the wagon, Bart explains to Mr. Nice a peculiar phenomenon: though it feels like only hours have passed inside the wagon, days have gone by outside. This revelation is interrupted by a sudden jolt—the wagon shakes, and pandemonium ensues.

Uh oh!

A thunderous explosion tears through the side of the wagon! In the chaos, Mr. Nice is expelled from the wagon, suffering injuries in the process. As the wagon flips onto its side and skids to a halt, a figure in armor emerges from the treeline with several companions, announcing his intent to take Ting Ting, promising peace if they comply.

And now, the stage is set for a clash:

• Ting Ting dons his armor, ready for battle.
• Skit, with a roar, rages, transforming into a sabertooth form, charging at the new foes.  -- Sera, I believe we have a photo of this for our readers? Oh Yes! See below.
  
• Mr. Nice activates his shield, preparing to defend.
• Almara, ever the celestial protector, casts Moonbeam on the leader.
• Twila ascends 30 feet into the air, readying her magic.

As combat unfolds, Skit’s strikes reveal a strange frost effect on his attacks! Perhaps a new power manifesting? It very well could be! Ting Ting notices the hunter captain wielding  a magician's pistol, a rare and dangerous weapon. These hunters also employ special two-shot crossbows, adding to the threat. Yikes!

Twila, displaying her icy magic, casts Frostbite on the leader, drawing the attention of the hunters. One hunter shouts an order to capture her and fires a crossbow, injuring her wing and leg. The hunter captain, recognizing the potential payday that a fairy could bring him,targets her with his pistol. In a heroic display, Ting Ting leaps in front of the shot, shielding Twila from what could have been a fatal wound but taking heavy damage in the process! 

What a brave Kenku!

Ting Ting unleashes a barrage of electricity and magic missiles, while Mr. Nice, channeling his divine power, smites two enemies, leaving only remnants behind. Woo!

Just as the tide seems to be turning, Bart crawls out from the wagon's wreckage. With a surge of dark energy, he casts an eldritch blast, and the group watches in awe as an eldritch horror emerges from the ground, swallowing a hunter whole. Such a sight sends shivers down the spine, a reminder of the powers that dwell within Bart. I did not see that coming!

The hunter captain, undeterred, manages a few more hits on the companions before Skit and Mr. Nice close in on him. Twila, from above, sends another icy Frostbite his way, weakening him further. Almara, with a flourish, conjures Purple Fire, the flames engulfing the captain and ending the battle.

With the combat over, the group breathes a collective sigh of relief. They are battered but alive, their teamwork having seen them through. As they heal each other's wounds, Mr. Nice moves to check on the civilians who had been traveling with them in the wagon. Tragically, not all survived the attack: Carly and Carl are safe, but the wagon rider was split in half, and the honeymooning husband and an elven mother also perished. It's a sobering moment for the group, highlighting the harsh realities of their journey.

Don't cry dear girl, our job is to relay the information you must not let emotional attachments occur.

That could have been Twila though! I will say a prayer for the lost souls tonight.

A good idea, if such prayers were to be heard. Well, the session concludes with a moment of quiet reflection and a well-deserved level-up for our companions. What will happen now?

Yes a good question. A good half days hike to Krysarious crossing, no wagon and civilians in tow, with likely more hunters on the road. A harrowing journey, but I believe this group is burdened with fate, so we shall see. Until next time!

Bye!

-Yeti