The Week of Stirred Moon

## The Event

The week of stirred moon was an improvised event that began when a player character attempted to lay several curses on Septabas, which ultimately succeeded but brought forth the wrath of something far greater for the insult. It ran for five days and resulted in the untimely demise of several character.

This event took place April 19th to 24th, 2018.

## Description

When the goblin druid Gnok Nok the Green was insulted for the last time by the town of Septabas, he sailed a distance from the town on his ship the Gnoktuna and began using his powerful druidic magic to lay several curses on the town which triggered the Week of Red Moon. Fog rolled over Septabas, the moon stained itself red and the dead began raising. Not only that but powerful spirits and dark forces from great ranges began getting drawn to the town.

Townsfolk and adventurers alike had to corral themselves in the central plaza and form a barricade of junk and the stall-fronts that normally are used by merchants in the Plaza. For an entire week this was supposed to be the safe haven for the townsfolk while a means of ending the horror of the undead raising was sought for.

Some ships sailed out to sea to keep dock-wards townsfolk who flooded to them for protection safe while others stayed nearby the shore and constantly barraged the undead hordes with magic and cannon fire.

The barricade broke down at one point and the undead made it into the central plaza, and needed to be fought off by the adventurers. Undead giants and hordes poured in and were eventually conquered with the help of the High Warden of Septabas, Dhalim Sandman, the herald to the High Warden Franfurt Sitch who had came in at the last moment to aid the group of adventurers who had fought a long, hard battle to try and save the unarmed civilians. Many died, but not as many as should have with the overwhelming odds- the undead were beaten back and the barricade was fortified.

Under the behest of Cobalt Quing, adventurers were escorted to the Orcish Crypt maintained by the town where the orc skeletons had become corrupted by the power of the red moon and were locked in a never-ending, cursed bloodless bloods-port for superiority and the mantle of Molten Oron Champion. The adventurers interrupted the blood-sport and joined in, eventually communicating in combat with the creatures who demanded a champion face them. When one of the adventurers stepped up to the challenge, the skeletons fused together with molten snake-iron (oron) to reveal the true form of the creature that had been drawn to Septabas by the power of the red moon; only one adventurer was able to identify it as anything beyond a large undead. The challenge was a ruse as the newly formed creature attempted to kill all involved in a final firey explosion but ultimately failed to do so.

Many undead spirits were raised or attracted to Septabas, most notable creatures to return to life: Ziggurat, a colossal beastly companion of the druid Aboleth, Empress (Faye) who died during the week of stirred moon earlier and returned as a vengeful spirit, and a suspiciously corporeal dybbuk which infested the corpse of one of the townsfolk.

In the final night of red moon a powerful, corrupted creature was called to Septabas. The great black leviathan, identified as a Nightwave assaulted the docks of Septabas and required adventurers of all strengths to meet this challenge and protect the town. The efforts of Allarion, Vaero and Church were able to beat the beast back while it's summoned minions were handled by many more adventurers battling for their safety and the life of the town at large, this battle was long fought and resulted in the death of Breaker-77 under strange circumstances which have yet to be fully understood.

When the Nightwave was finally struck down, the nightmare seemed to naturally falter and the red moon faded back into its natural state. The anger that had called the wrath of the undead and negative energy beings was sated and the week of stirred moon came to a close. With much loss, and weary bodies- the town would begin to rebuild.

## **Glash** 04/19/2018

It was a clear night in Septabas, the moon was waning, and the silvery night gave a calm ambiance…until everything changed

Everything around you seemed to buzz suddenly, whoever aren’t indoors can see how the moon becomes full again, larger and crimson red.

The forest adjacent to Septabas seems to shift and move on its own, like a rising wave of Green that seems to have moved in closer towards the town.

Screams and moans start to reverberate all around as the town in general is thrown into panic, as many hear the various voices, moans of departed friends or family, howling of bloodthirsty orcs or cackling laughs from the distance, no one hears the same things.

Some spots have the odd echoes muffled by the incessant buzzing of swarms of flies, patches of moving darkness moving around, a relentless bane for anyone around the city.

People seem to be moving away from the south of town, moving north or to the ports, some talk of the dead walking.

The large bulk of guards are nowhere to be seen.

From a house in the Adventurers’ District a large tree forms, reaching up to fifteen feet of height, gnarled and twisted, black, and pale and crimson.

## Beersy -04/24/2018

*There was truly no way to know this would happen. All he wanted was to teach those tallies something about respect and humility, a little curse here, a little curse there. Little did our goblin know that something far greater had been stirred that night, and from the ocean, from the jungle, from within the town itself great evil was birthed and unearthed. Great battles stretched out over Septabas for four days and four nights and it seems again the fates saw fit to whittle down the population and test the strength of this city- and those who inhabit it. There was so many questions left unanswered, though unfortunately the graves to fill might out-number those questions and as such we must tend to the graves first. As the great beast of shadow falls, sinking into the water and dissipating into nothing, the red glow of the moon intensifies to a blinding blink and then flickers to white. A cool breeze blows, the stars in the sky twinkle back into normalcy, the shadows, ghouls and dead that walk the street lose their hunger and either fade, fall or turn to hiding. The jungle settles and for the first time in nearly a week, the town of Septabas knows a calm.*

*Soon, the battered boar will be re-opened, windows boarded until proper repairs can be done- all drinking aching with a stiffness of a bitter victory. The land has been wounded by undeath and unhallow strangeness but in time these too will heal. Some found new faith, some found new allies.*

*On the night when all things returned to an odd, lonely peace- imprints of tragedies begin slowly fading into the sunrise. A flaming passion smolders to it's eventual, but possibly everlasting embers and a shadow says their last prayer to Saranrae before letting that faith in the light carry them home as they truly deserved.*

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## Adventurers Notes

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