Finbaar’s need for a water breathing potion, combined with Tiskus’ (sudden) need to discern the meaning of a broken tablet dropped in his lap after a night of heavy libations, leads the party to the magical city of Mageswell, where the great dome protects the good (and vaporizes the evil). A mundane journey leads the group into the the Sparkling City on Kor Kolvast (Sorcerer’s Lake). Once inside, various things happen:
THE GROUP: After some time at Mageswell, the party meets up (through Rafos) with the Xorsbottom family, who are awaiting the arrival of their cousin, Delia, who is set to wed Lord Mercor Foeblade in 10 days. The Fab Four travel NE along the Plinth Road, where they find Delia’s abandoned cart and horses. Long story short, seems the bride to be and her party of 6 trained warriors were waylayed by a Medusa with siren-like powers. The group engages the magically-protected creature, using her own gaze to turn her to stone, thanks to Tiskus’ quick thinking and Telvas’ handy mirror. Delia is found buried alive, being used, evidently, as a life-source for the Medusa. The poor warriors, alas, are statues in her garden. Of note: Finbaar’s hand is turned to stone in the encounter, shillelagh with it, gaining him a new nickname (“Stonefist”), and limiting his shapeshifting ability (you can’t fly with one wind made of stone). The somewhat grateful Xorsbottoms grant signet rings to the non-Mageswell residents, and promise Tiskus a future favor. The party also earns 20 coins and a horse.
On the individual front:
FINBAAR: The self-taught druid visits the Temple of Ga, the Sun God, Father of the Cosmos. Here, he learns the Staff of Kyume may not have been Kyume’s at all. Evidently, the thing belonging to someone, or something, else, as the Black Obelisk informs him. Nevertheless, the Relic-Staff proves valuable to the party as a bargaining chip, allowing them to loan it to the University for 6 months of study, in exchange for a “Flask of Breaths,” which will allow the Druid to conduct his part of the ceremony during the Festival of Ribbons three weeks hence, in the Onall valley. He also gains much needed coin for the party (500, to be exact).
TISKUS: An unidentified novice drops a bag containing pieces from a larger tablet, plus Csonka’s signet ring. The pieces form the edge of a greater piece, and contain writing in Elvish, Dwarf, Woodland script, and ancient Maglamese, which reads, “…when the eye of the Plem is fixed firmly on the Dem-…” The Elvish script forms the symbol of Chaos, while the ancient woodland script, according to Rafos’ training, contains the number “6” (not 8, you moron). The Dwarven icons remain a mystery, though TIskus’ former classmate, Foscoe Borgia informs him that one “Alex,” in relics, specializes in such things.
TELVAS: The warrior makes an acquaintance, one Pakrad Ghukasian (aka “Swiftsteel”), from Epid Sal, who seems to be interested in adventuring with the now well-known Spinner. Later, in Mageswell, our Elf warrior befriends the wisecracking Fulmer and his dimwitted partner, Josh, who have have managed to smuggle poisonous Red Lotus into Mageswell, to deliver to an unidentified recipient 3 days hence. Telvas arranges to meet with the duo in a week or so back in Felston to discuss the smuggling trade.
RAFOS: Feeling claustrophic, the woodsman wanders the streets of Mageswell, eventually spending some time among the intelligentsia in the coffee house district, where he hears serious discussions of the political situation in Epid Sal. Seems King Hurlen Haggis is making some sort of moves against Baroness Stone to gain access to “The Pass.” He also hears discussions of the Dwarves of Bronzecliff, specially trained dragon fighters who haven’t actually fought a dragon for 200 years (though there are rumors of such things spotted near the fortress). The Ranger’s concerns about incursions from the westland Elves of Mirrorgrove, not to mention goblin activity within the great wood, and the peculiar smell of decay just north of Felston, gain no new information. To be expected, one supposes, as no one cares for the wood until the wood spits out bad things.
FELSTON: The extra-dimensional fissures that spit forth Mist Wraiths have created great demand for woodland guides, in order to keep Felston’s hunting industry afloat. The city continues to grow. Sapari Elves from the south have opened up a spice shop, specializing in Elvish Agh’Chvorlav (or “good salt”).
THE ONALL DELTA: The Festival of Ribbons is less than two weeks away.
LORD FOEBLADE’S WEDDING: The party has been invited by the bride. The wedding was scheduled 5 days hence, but has been delayed to coincide with the Festival of Ribbons.