Oracle: (Ambulare in Satunebris)

Our Fallen Friend

Erik and Brinlad moved slowly through the forest. The eerie situation of two ghostly figures juxtaposed by the soft singing of birds in the tree tops, and the rustling of leaves in the wind while the sun showed through as moving pillars of white. A calm set over the forest, the wispy movement of the undead made no sound.

“We have some time before we reach the main road into town,” Erik’s hollow voice seemed to bend with the wind, muffled by the air, “so… what do you want to do until then?”

“You said you were in prison? Before you died?” Brin’s demeanor was cheery for a ghost, which either added to the eeriness or relieved it. Erik laughed lightly, he seemed to recall the years of prison with a fondness and a doubt, as one does remembering an embarrassing moment from their past. His smile and nod confirmed her question but no words escaped his mouth. He walked still for some time. The silence built and suddenly was broken by a soft sigh of Erik’s hollow breath.

“How about this, I will tell you my story, if you will tell me yours” He grinned hopefully at Brinlad who smiled cautiously back.

“I don’t know how much I could tell you…” She trailed off a little defeated.

“Well…
About 10 years ago, I was part in a merry band of men, rogues, mercenaries, ex-soldiers, and the like. I remember sitting in a dimly lit, poorly kept diner each week, singing hearty shanties… off key… but reminiscing of old battles fought and friends made. We got mixed in to some pretty difficult times. Bad times. We didn’t do anything really bad, I mean, the situation was bad, and well… bad things happen you know? Anyways… things changed after that… The group grew grim grounded on grudges. Our lighthearted shanties turned to battlecries of rebellion; our jolly crew turned to morbid renegades. It took its toll on me. I was still young, and susceptible to nightmares in the dread of night. One dream kept haunting me in particular. A figure stood over each of us as we slept, and as he passed over each of our band, they would slip into death. I was assured each time I awoke with the bustling of my arising crew. However, one night my dreamed turned from fiction to reality. There were 30 of us… each one I knew by name, and I was the only one left. After that day, I stopped singing. I never dared again. I stopped sleeping, I spent the nights walking barren streets, with the comforting cobblestone under the lamplight.
My midnight walks grew in frequency as time went on. I was hungry, it was cold, wet, and uncomfortable. I guess I hadn’t slept in awhile and I saw… or kind of daydreamed I guess… at night… my crew under the lamps, I could see them singing, but all the sound was drowned out into nothingness. I ended up stealing bread that night after they faded away. I felt like I couldn’t hear anything. I started stealing more and more. Eventually I saw the errors of my ways and straightened out. It wasn’t too long after that, about a year or so, that King Wil’s previous adviser, a girl I had come to know, ratted me out to the old King and since I hadn’t continued my habits, he didn’t have real reason to kill me so he sent me to prison. That was 7 years ago. I met a man there who helped me become the Conservator I am now, taught me all about Earth. I told him my story, and he called me a fool, he said that I didn’t know that stopping to sing or live is like a sickness that grows and takes your life away. It captivates you. I didn’t fully realize what he meant until now. I eventually was the only one left. I became crazy… I would write on the prison walls in the morning and look at the walls at night as if I had never seen them, they were divine messages only for me. The words formed for me. I grew cautious and found that all that I spoke and all the words I read were just silent imaginings, echoes of the words themselves. King Wil was astonished I hadn’t died yet, and was getting weary, he transferred me to another cell where I came back to my senses, and had to, because every 3 days a new creature would appear bent upon my destruction. I stayed in that chamber for a year and a half… or so… until I happened upon Jomas, Admiral, and Alvar… or they happened upon me I suppose. I had a sense to survive in those halls, but never a sense of reason… That is why I stick around with you guys. I have a reason finally, although realized a little too late but hey, I have never really been as free as I am right now.”

The crack of a whip in the distance echoed clearly through the open trees. “Haha, I guess time to go find out what that was!” Erik smiled, a little relieved to be done with speaking, “Stealth mode activated.”

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Alvar:Rescuing the Diary Then heading Tzare

Thuria needed someone to go get her diary, journal, thing. She was sending Brin but there was an item I need. So I convinced her to send me as well. We ran into Sharlamane and I learned his name is Erik. Funny, I learn new things about him every time I see him. Oddly I don’t sense any guards around. Or anywhere for that matter. They’re all gone. None in this city. This city that I strangely know nothing about, but i’m already on a quest to kill the king of a Land i’ve known for 2 days.
We got to Thuria’s room and I found my item instantly. Still know nothing about it but I found the item. When I saw her diary it was oddly… not like her. Too girly for it to be hers. I should have known it was a trap. But of course I opened it. And Brin and I were almost killed. We got the correct diary and eventually started to head back. Quickly after I returned we all decided to head to get a boat to head to Tzare.

On the boat I saw an illusion of myself. And instantly was stunned. I don’t remember several hours until I was flung from the back of the boat to the front. When I woke back up there was a Skinchanger there, changing between us all, and trying to kill us all. When we finally killed it Admiral used his staff to bite the head off the creature. And it didn’t 100% work. Eventually we stopped the creature, and when the staff threw away the head it had swallowed. It was my head. And then I don’t remember anything else.

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Alvar's Interpretation of the Bard's Song of King Wil's Wife

King Wil was the Patriarch, In the dark, Never part
of the mutiny.
King Will sleep unarmed, not yet harmed, with his arms-
men sneaking through the door. While Thuria Snored, Blood covered the floor of the Wil’s Hoard
King Wil without his love. Water dove, now above
Him watching in the stars.
King Wil in his Bloodlust, at his loss, brought down to dust
his men in their sleep, amidst the keep, distress and grief, never to cease, in the Velkoss hall forever without a Queen.

Interpretation:

King Wil was a leader of a Secret Group, but never connected to the group. The King will sleep unharmed, without being harmed, with HIS arms-men sneaking into the castle. Thuria will be safe, while the blood of the queen covers the king’s room. The king lost his love, who is now above watching him from the stars. In his ‘fury’ the king killed many of his men in their sleep. Inside the Castle there will be forever distress and grief of the death of and lack of the queen.

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The Tale of King Wil
"The Demise of the Queen"

King Wil was the Patriarch, In the dark, Never part
of the mutiny.
King Will sleep unarmed, not yet harmed, with his arms-
men sneaking through the door. While Thuria Snored, Blood covered the floor of the Wil’s Hoard
King Wil without his love. Water dove, now above
Him watching in the stars.
King Wil in his Bloodlust, at his loss, brought down to dust
his men in their sleep, amidst the keep, distress and grief, never to cease, in the Velkoss hall forever without a Queen.

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Session Two Recap
Below Ground

We made it back to Admiral’s place. A huge room with a large kitchen, which a zen garden themed counter top, and a nice fire pit in the center of the room. We were hiding there from the guards that were out in the street looking for us.

The Princess told us her story. How she hates her father because he killed the man she loved. How she has hired many assassins (30+) to kill him, but because he has many other beings of him he has not died. Once all are dead he can die.

Guards come into the room and break the door down, but suspect nothing of us due to our ninja hiding skills.

We decide its time to go to the market to kill the king, and get out of town. When we get to the market we see it is being guarded by a bunch of guards and a hydra. The Princess goes in and trys to fight the hydra. Suddenly, all of us are down underground in 4 strange rooms getting whipped.

I see a man and he shows me an illusion of the princess getting whipped. I do nothing. Suddenly i’m being whipped from behind, but the man is still infront of me. Eventually He threatens to kill the princess, and I tell him to go for it. He Decapitates her with a whip. Later Admiral and Jomas get into my room and free me. We try to figure out where we are when I think maybe it is Castori inflicting this upon us. I say his name, asking the man if thats who he is. When I wake up in the Hall of Dreams.

My encounter with Castori gives me the way to fix our problems. I need to convince my group that this is an illusion.

When I get out I have an idea. A desire arise inside me of what I want to do next.

As i convince my group they are confused that I said it is an illusion. We are figuring out what to do next.

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Session One: Hall of Dreams
Alvar Zalatath

I woke up in a strange hallway, no apparent end or beginning to the hallway. Torches on both sides of the hallway spread about 10 feet apart. Hallway has a Maroon wall paint. Between every 2 sets of torches there are mirrors on both sides. In the mirror I see a face. I am now in his Domain. Which this hallway is the hall of dreams. and Everyone will eventually come to this place.

He claims I am asking the wrong questions. But when I am ready to leave, I know where to find him. Which… is unknown.

My thoughts:
Why am I here?
How did I get here?
Why don’t I remember much about what happened before now?
Why did his eyes glow yellow?

Next Move: Go back to the mirror where my hand went through, Then continue down that way if nothing happens.

I end up in the light. and Castori is the man that took me there. He claims the test for me to leave is to look in a mirror and I will see my challenge. I look in the mirror and see myself. I stab myself (-12 hp)
I suddenly look down and see I’m holding Sheilun in my side. I go ahead and move so I’m not in front of any mirrors. I feel a blade flying in front of my neck, and really close.

I head back to the mirror and I see him again. I ask who he is, and he doesn’t respond. He holds the dragger to his neck. I step back out of the mirror.
the wall starts banging in. I pull the mirror back just to see a wall. The banging continues.
I grab a torch on the wall and see a wisp. I keep looking for the wisp looking for the creature with my dragger.
I grab another torch and throw it at the wisp. it screams and as I reach for my fallen dragger, I suddenly appear in an Inn.

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