Session 40: Gimurt

We were in this grand ornate room containing both accommodations and schematics. The figure that we had seen moving slowly before now rose up from its prone position and I saw that it was none other than my great-grandfather Rangrim. He greeted us in an exasperated tone, saying "ah, son of a bitch." We accordingly made introductions, intending to ingratiate ourselves, despite our apprehension at this strange figure's awakening amidst such confusing, and, I dare say, sinister surroundings. The dwarf gave us short shrift, cared little that he and I were kin, and then proceeded to ask where Elenore and Victor (both of whom are mysterious to me) were. We tried to converse with my cantankerous relative but he seemed either unimpressed or annoyed by everything we said until Ember mentioned the presence of delerium in Sacena, which made Rangrim rather concerned and even galvanized from his disagreeable state. He then badly wanted to know how we got into his abode. Interestingly, he was also intrigued by Ember's status as the Queen of Sacena's niece. Having become somewhat attentive to our presence, he then proceeded to embark on a monologue about how Gwain's and Victor's plan was successful if indeed Sacena was struck by a meteor with delirium (I confess that, as the diatribe was delivered, I was completely confused as to who these individuals are….or were). He also informed us that three meteors must have impacted Sacena, one in each plane, namely, the material plane, feywild, and shadowfell. He further said that he learned of their (I must also admit again, I am not too sure as to who "they" are) plans and went to confront them in the grove of life (an interesting sounding locale, but one with which I lack familiarity), but that he doubts he made said confrontation and indeed does not know what happened as he simply woke up with us in this very room.

My dear friend Viter also informed my ancestor that Elenore was never found after the meteor struck Sacena. To this statement, Rangrim appeared rather vexed and so he started to poke Viter and query him, thinking that Viter was one of the "three voices." Yet again, we were stupefied by this allusion, but, in this case, I dare say that Viter could be one of these three individuals given their important-sounding titles and his very impressive magical and innate talents. Rangrim further queried our mage companion about his dreams and abilities and demanded answers as if our mage had answers of cosmic importance…which he might. My great-grandfather elaborated further, noting that in addition to Viter there is a vox terra and a vox populae, but that the rest of us in the party do not hold these titles or their accompanying benefits or properties, which is unfortunate as, apparently, the three voci are the owners of this imposing and well-adorned palace. Rangrim said that the mysterious Gwain is the vox terra and so, at least in my opinion, we all surmised that this Gwain is none other than Gwain Peelson, the founder and 1st king of Sacena who, if I recall correctly, died over 500 years ago….he was human, but fey-touched. Rangrim emphasized that Gwain is the one to watch out for and that he is up to no good. As for our mage's job, as one of these three voices, he is tasked with maintaining harmony in the planes.

Discussion and edification aside, we then, along with Rangrim, proceeded into a chamber called the room of the weavers with its construct monsters. We found ourselves in a difficult fight against these sophisticated and powerful entities, needing to protect our mage and my great-grandfather (who is probably the only one that can get us out of here). My relative pulled out an interesting device in the battle. I swung for the fences and our druid companion brought a chill over the room with his nature magic. Despite our success in combat, the task was made difficult because the fire elementals left blobs of lava whenever we successfully struck damaged them thereby impeding our maneuverability and progress. Luckily my great-grandfather hastened me, Ember blasted a lot, Viter stabby stabbed, and Ivasar utilized elements against the elementals. Eventually, we dispatched all but the air elemental who, perhaps on account of its flighty nature, flew out of reach. That is, until Ember managed to finish it off with her trusty and violent arcane energy.

In the aftermath, Rangrim inspected the damage on the machine in the room of the weavers…he was furious that our druid friend broke the machine in the midst of combat, an act that I hardly consider to be an error. The good news is that we found some adamantine armour from one of the elementals. Viter and Ember also found silks with embroidery full of meaning completely lost on me. My ancestor said that, given what he had found, he feared the worst, thinking that someone had torn a veil that allowed movement across time for nefarious purposes. So much for the Room of the Weavers.