Oracle: (Ambulare in Satunebris)

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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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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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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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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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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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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Scouting Report

Jomas Atra
Today’s objective was to scout out possible sites to stage our ambush of Tzare. Theria came along, but along the way I mentioned it might be useful if we could exploit the possible animosity between him and his vizier, who the gnomes reported had had an argument together. We agreed it would be good to know what the argument was about, so we decided to split up- she would go to speak with them, while I continued on to the scout out a few sites she mentioned. I lent her my concealment bandanna so she could go unrecognized, as well as hide easier. While I’m sure she likely has better stealth skills than a stereotypical princess, she’s still probably not as good as someone who’s needed such skills to survive like I have. Along the way to the sites, I spotted a few plants that might be useful for setting traps- some mud plants and lashers. The mud plants use is readily apparent- they are quite painful to walk through, though to the untrained eye they simply look like patches of mud. The lashers may be too small as they are right now, but when coupled with my nature breath attack, they could be useful. I placed them in a hollow log for easy access later on.
I saw three sites near the road that could be promising. The first was further off the road than the others; there was a small amphitheater there. If we use the strategy of arranging a meeting with Tzare, it is likely that either he or one of his advisers would know about this site as useful for such clandestine meetings. There was good tree cover around the site, which would be useful for me to use as a sniping post. The second site was a large clearing not too far from the road. Again, Tzare or his advisers might know about the area, which may be a good thing. There wasn’t much cover, however- though with our groups shadow magic that is a problem that might be easily solved. It would be helpful to get him closer to the trees than the other side, again so I can be up in one for sniping reasons. The final site was a bit harder to find, but in some ways it could be the best ambush site- perhaps too perfect. It was a smaller clearing that was very closed in once you got inside it, but until someone was in it, they would not be aware of that fact. However, considering the violence of our last encounter, if Tzare or his advisors DO know about this site, suggesting it as a meeting place could be an immediate tip-off to our ambush.
After scouting out the sites, I set off in the direction Therya had gone to meet back up with her. Her tracks became difficult to follow, so I asked Enar to track her scent. As he began too, however, I sensed something watching me. I looked behind me to see a large bear; not quite the size of a dire bear but close. I noticed it seemed agitated, but I was able to talk it down. I looked into its memories on the off chance that it may have had some knowledge of Tzare or his vizier, but noticed a strange incident. A few hours earlier it had seen something, but whatever it had been had somehow erased the bear’s memory of what exactly it was. I could also tell that it was at this point that it had become somewhat frenzied. I decided this was something I had to look into, so I sent Enar with a note to try and follow Therya while I headed to the encounter site. When I reached it, I there were too many tracks to make anything out as to what the bear may have encountered. However, I did have an encounter with some fellow hunters- though I barely rolled out of they way of their stun bolts. They were there after a bounty placed by the head of Valcose’s hunters guild- apparently the leader of this group had done something to someone close to him; they either didn’t know the specifics or weren’t comfortable sharing them. We talked for a little while, and I picked up some useful information about setting a variety of traps- this may be very useful in our quest. When asked why I was in the area, I told them a bit about my past in the arena I escaped, and said I’d heard one of my old captors may be on the island. They accepted this explanation. While we were talking, Enar returned, still carrying the note I had written. The other hunters were quite impressed with the fact I had a chimera for my companion. Enar explained he had followed her scent to the gnome’s meeting area, and could tell she had been there, and had left the way she had come- though he hadn’t spotted her himself. It was beginning to get late, so I excused myself from the other hunters, wished them luck, and headed to the nearest point I thought I might find Therya’s trail if she was making her way back to out hideout. I spotted her tracks, but couldn’t tell from them which direction she was heading. I headed back towards the hideout myself. Along the way, I occasionally spotted her tracks, but they disappeared after a while. She may have simply taken a different route back, so I decided the best solution was to head back myself, while still keeping my senses alert for anything unusual or useful.

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Encounter with Zefrain
The Bank of Luck has been drained...

Jomas Atra
Our party gathered and all gave our respective reports. Charlemaigne and Therya were not present; Eric because he had successfully possessed Tsare’s new advisor. Dare sought a spirit to look for Therya; we thought it was the spirit of the forest. However, shortly after he left and came back with Therya, he revealed himself to be Zefrain. Long story short, Therya barely survived- same story with Alvar, though that’s nothing new. Seriously… I’m starting to think he’s made a pact with some kind of dark god or something to have survived this many times. After exchanging a few attacks, Zefrain simply left. After we stabilized Therya, Dare summoned the real spirit of the forest- this is when we learned that we had been speaking with Zefrain the first time. I could tell this spirit’s power was much greater than anyone else I had ever met, including that of King Will. Zefrain, however… I could not even begin to calculate his strength. The Forest Lord explained Zefrain is of a similar nature to his own, but on a much larger scale- possibly the spirit of the island or even the ocean. If we ever encounter Zefrain again, our only thought should be of escape. The ONLY reason any of us are still alive is because he wants it that way- though I don’t know why. We can take a small amount of comfort in one thing, however- Zefrain does not appear to want to share our whereabouts with Tsare. The Forest Lord showed us a meeting between the two as it was happening. We could not hear what was being said, but I could read Tsare’s lips. He was upbraiding Zefrain for leaving the guard post, and on his failure to track down the construct- meaning Dare. Zefrain appeared to be apologetic. As he began to leave, Tsare told him “I could destroy you, but King Will seems to see fit that you continue to exist.” If he truly believes that, than he either has some kind of secret weapon we don’t know about, or he has no idea what Zefrain truly is- though I’m almost certain it’s the latter. If Zefrain really is the spirit of the island, though, than that could mean that he can appear anywhere on it at will- and since he could wipe out Tsare as easily as he nearly wiped us out, he must have some reason for wanting Tsare alive. If that is the case, then any attempt we make against Tsare is surely doomed. Zefrain is clearly THE power here- and I am at a loss as to what our next move should be. I almost wish I was a slave back in the arena again… things were certainly much simpler then.
A FEW HOURS LATER
Something just struck me… Dare told us about a vision he’d had that may have been connected to the Lightning Medallion which disappeared recently. In short, it gave the impression that the medallion was somehow connected to a VERY powerful being. The thought that occurred to me is that if King Will knows anything about the events in this vision, it may be why he’s after the medallion. I’m not sure if he knew the medallion in the caravan WAS the Lightning medallion or not; but if King Will knows about this other being, he may be trying to use this get out from under Zefrain’s thumb. I would not be surprised if Zefrain is actually the real reason he has his duplicates so spread out. It may be that he even suspects Zefrain of being responsible for the assassins Therya has sent in the past…

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Release (Pt. II)

Teleportation is disorienting even at the best of times, but this was better than that. Adrenaline coursing through my body, I focused on my enemy, slightly dazed, wandering around the base of the ampitheatre. As he recovers from his transportation spell, he turns to look at me. He speaks, but his words only register on my subconscious, garnering an instinctual response, but I can only think of the fight, reading his every shift, every breath, wanting the “play” to begin. I see him holding my staff, how did he get that? I summon it to me, and he gives me an appraising look. then, oh then, he pulls out the coin. My rage overflows and I attack, letting loose my rust breath. however, in my haste to destroy this imposter I do not allow the force inside me to build, and the attack I unleash is only partially formed and weak. It hits a wall surrounding him and shrivels the grass around him. he laughs, mocking me, and I walk to him. As I reach him I punch at him. Lightning fast he grabs my hand and I wince as I see him change, transforming into myself. My rage grows, and I try to spear him through the chest, but he slams me away, throwing me sixty feet away where I slam into the ground. I begin to run to the high ground, but he changes, gaining height and breadth, growing wings, a dragon. He leaps and flaps MY wings, slamming down in front of me. He grabs me and lifts me into the air then slams me down on the ground. Focus, feel the rythms of the earth, pulse and shift. as I hit the ground, I push my magic into the ground feeling the influence of my power bend and explode the earth underneath my foe launching him into the air and covering him in debris as he hits the ground. I transform into a dragon myself, walk over to him, and form an earthsphere. as I begin to push the sphere into his chest it crumbles, leaving only my claws to continue into his flesh. I feel his magic take effect as pain begins to grow in my own chest. I stop, summon my staff, and use its influence to compel him to transform back into his natural form. my rage spikes as I see the abomination revealed, and I open my maw, and bite down, relishing in the rush of violence, especially against such a devious foe. suddenly, the pain in my chest spikes, as I realize with his last breaths he drove a sword through my chest. where did that come from? Obviously poisoned. Of course. enraged, I form an earth sphere and smash it into his head. the sphere burrows into the ground, taking the head with it. I can feel the poison begin to affect me, and I know I must do something or die. alone. unacceptable. I begin to collect and focus my energy, gathering it to the center of my being, then I send it surging throughout my body, cleansing me. drained, I grab his sword and then sit down, staff and sword on either side. I try to meditate, to regain some energy. I feel the energy around me, but as I focus on it to try to pull it into myself, I feel the world go black. As I sink into unconsciousness, my last thought is, well….that was fun……

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Release

As I watched the skinwalker in the form of Erik move around the inside of the tree, I could feel the rage begin to rise inside of me, the ever-present compulsion to destroy, to maim and kill this imposter posing as my friend. As my rage grew, so my excitement grew, my anticipation for the fight to come overpowering any apprehension I might have felt. As the abomination left, I chased, only concerned with venting my emotions on what I knew was a worthy opponent. I needed… release.

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