Session 6

Played mr Bombastic on the flute, Fought the gryphlings surrounding Blots. Little lion man inspiration. Booming blade, and swinging down the sledge. Cobble entangles one and he’s badly injured. Ahmen shield bashes the other - 1 damage but pushes him back. Cobble then thornwhips and whacks him.

Main Gryphlings get out with three hp - double Nat20 on the killing blow. Ahmen leaping down and plunging the sword into it’s skull. Chester reaches down and pulls it up and through the sword, then punches it with chain rapped knuckles. Head explodes and paints a tree.

Prestigitaion sunglasses, guitar riff in the background. Meet Blots, who’s lost his goat.Chester spots him, but Ahmen goes up and shouts, knocking it over. Chester then flings Ahmen into a tree (Starfish lands) Blots mentions the Minstrel and Ahmen’s head pops out. Ahmen then leaps out and lands on Chester’s back.

Blots informs them of the Mortes Mill maps, and starts setting up a fire. He pulls out a Stilpel then - utilitarian and straight lines. Leather case - dark blue, with gold silver and white stitching and embroidery. Inscribes an Arcanic Leomund’s Tiny Hut. Clear dome. Very clear lines (Chester perks up and Ahmen lies flat, watching). Ahmen then climbs the dome and falls into the fire.

All go to bed then, with Cobble standing watch. Go into the dream sequences.

Ahmen: Plain of blue grass with a shifting sky. Shadow doesn’t respond to him - points towards a direction. Becomes a town of mud and colour. Eventually his shadow faces a door. A man steps through. Tall, with a shifting face of features. Keeps yelling about ‘my boy’ being a disgrace, a failure, filth and worthless.

Runs away, but it’s always before him. Ahmen tries to run in a different direction but the town is all around him, saying they killed him. He casts thunder wave and blasts some of them apart. Tries to run but his feet are stuck. Pulled down, and a glop of black meets his throat, suffocating him, drowning him.

Chester: Town with high walls, like it’s painted. Wearing older clothing with his blacksmith hammer. Everything feels made out of smoke. A man, smoke creature - formless comes up. Asking how he’s going. Chester doesn’t answer. Voice shifts. Chester asks about a Commander Eaton, to which the figure responds. Then Chester admits he never served under Eaton.

Punches the arm away, revealing a figure of old John. Someone from his youth with one arm. “You killed us when you left us behind” All around then are smoky figures, people he half recognises.

So he sits down and meditates, thinking of his wife Tori and the music she played. Starts to hear her voice. Apologetic, he misses her. He misses his daughter, to which she also appears. Why did it happen dad, why did it happen to him?

Then the voice of Tori grows loud, forces his eyelids open. You deserve it, you failed us and let us die. Failure and killer.  Vile, inky, smells like molton tar and burnt meat. Eyes that are pits like caverns dropping far deeper than the head should allow.

Both wake up with tar leaking from their faces. Chester is crying. Cobble is on guard, no idea what happened. Blots is dead, eyes burned away and filled with char. His hearts missing, like it’s been ripped out from within. An odd smile on his face, with the words ‘Sweet Bliss’ written in his own blood. His Stilpen has withered to dust, mixed with a black crystal like charcoal. (linked with the Arcanist, disintegrates upon death).

Ahmen wraps himself in Blots cloak while Chester takes a log and sits by himself in a field for a time. Contemplating things.