Arc 6 Descriptions

## Episode 0: The Letter

[00:49:36]

"My dearest love.

I do not know when, or if, these words shall reach you. I should hope this letter becomes unnecessary, and I shall soon find myself back in the comfort of your warm embrace.

But hope has gotten me nowhere yet. So write these words I must.

 I don’t know how long I’ve been here. But I do know this. The Upnorth is not evil. It has no agenda. It cannot be bargained with, or outsmarted, or bested in combat. It simply exists. And I am in its way.

It’s taken my comfort, then my joy, then my purpose. Then Hugo, then Gaston, then Niria. What I do have left is my will to carry on, and for that I have you to thank. Know that if I die here, it is because my life was torn away from my clutches, just as every inhale I labor over is so cruelly ripped out of my lungs.

My memory is starting to fail me, and I struggle to recall why we came here in the first place. But whether for causes noble or hubristic, it was a mistake. I hope you can forgive me, my love.

Until my battle against this place concludes, I will fill my head with thoughts of you. How beautiful and confident you looked on stage when I first saw you, the touch of your hand when our fingers first intertwined, the brilliance and kindness and warmth that shines from you every day.

May Pelor grant me but one more of those days.

Yours forever,

Maxine

PS: I know how diligent you are with finding new props for your shows. I found a pirate hat in the snow that would make for the perfect addition."

## Episode 1: Opening Monologue

[00:06:12]

"Eirden are beautiful creatures. With snowy white fur, short pawed legs, huge majestic wings, and an owl's head with wide, familiar eyes, these loving, yet fierce companions have always been inseparable from the sky pirates. But as the eirden have slowly died out over the centuries, so has the art of sky piracy. Crews dispersed as the number of remaining eirden dipped into the single digits, some pirates tried to find a new beast's crew to join, while others retired to make a new life for themselves. And even fewer turned coat to take to the dirty, rotten sea. Eventually, all that remained was Airyc, the last eirden, and you five, the last sky pirates.

You knew your time was coming soon, too. Airyc had outlived her expected lifespan by decades already, and it showed. The journeys became slower, the rests longer. You stopped relying on him in combat, as his hits grew weaker. It was no secret that any day now, you would all take your final ride on the back of this once majesic steed. But, you all knew the tales of untold riches nestled in the deepest caverns of the Upnorthern mountains. What better way to secure you wealth and glory and retirement, than by claiming the world's highest peak as your own, and filling Airyc's saddle bags with all the precious gems his frail body could manage to lift? That's what your captain thought, anyway. Your quartermaster did her best to voice her concerns, but you had braved battles in sky, sea and land, and taken entire cities by storm, Remeny said. What's a little cold going to do?

And so, you diverted course from yor routine sweep of the Hyranorian landscape, and headed deep into the Upnorth, searching for one last score. As the temperature grew colder, and your journey grew bleaker, Remeny's confidence refused to waver. Sailing hundreds of feet up in the air, through the thick, icy fog, none of you knew quite what was going through her head. You were searching for... a mountain... to rob? Which mountain? Did she even know? And even if she did, how could she see through this damn fog?

By the time you saw the dragon, it was too late. Streaking towards you, in a flash of white, it collided head on with your great old steed. Its claws dug into Airyc's flesh, and its razor-sharp teeth tore into the side of her throat. With a stomach-churning rip, the dragon pushed itself back off of your eirden, taking with it the meat of its right shoulder, and a quarter of its wing. Could everyone please roll a Strength saving throw?"

## Episode 7: Last day of Travel

[01:26:40]

"You all have your last day of travel in the Upnorth. Your all's feet fall in line with one another as you head over the hills that span across this southernmost region of the Upnorth. After time you see that the magical hazards and the beasts that threatened you don't seem to be present here anymore as you take the final steps towards your destination.

The closer you get to where you know Glaceria is, the more you see the storm that perpetually surrounds it. Anyone who has travelled to Glaceria in the past is aware of this storm, and also those who have travelled enough might even also be aware of the antimagic that surrounds Glaceria as well. It's always such a hassle to travel to and from Glaceria, you need to get into these big armoured vehicles that are sealed off windows, and you're in there for hours or days and then you finally are spit out on the city streets... But you all are not travelling to Glaceria through any sort of official means now. You do not see the buildings that stretch up into the sky, you only see dark storm clouds and as you get closer and closer you start to enter the storm itself.

First, you notice the wind starting to pick up a little bit more, as you put one foot in front of the other, it starts pushing back on you harder and harder, and you find that this wind is unlike any you experienced before, it whips past your ears, it's hard to hear each other speak, anything that takes flight is going to have a lot of trouble getting where it needs to go in this wind. And then you start to see the ice that is falling down from the sky. First slowly, in snowflakes, and then faster, harder, in greater quantities. It gets to a time to where the precipitation is so heavy that you can't see more than a couple of hundred feet ahead of you.

And as you all get closer and closer to what you know is your final destination, to safety, to warmth, to writing this adventure off as the worst and longest nightmare you've ever had, you see figures in the distance. Standing perfectly still, swords in their hand. Only silhouettes now, you can just barely see them, inbetween you and where it is you need to be. You start to feel the precipitation coming down harder, and it starts to hurt you all. And Lottie starts to see the faintest glowing ember reappear in her candle. And that is where we will end this episode of The Glacerian Trail. Tune in next week for the finale."