Game 57

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As we are riding, Damian comes across a diagram in is book Planus Mechandus seems like it might have some sort of link to magnagraphy and or some sort of planar nexus. It is a circle/sphere of interconnected dots, almost like a dandelion with tufts missing towards the center. (See next page.)

--graphic map--

Rowan: “You said the sword had a previous owner?”

Tahndun: “The previous owner was Meera, Dream of Titania. Before that it belonged to the prophetess Quile Valoren.

R:” *My master spoke of that name once before and he told me that was the name of my mothers.*

T: \*sighs\* *I spent only a bit of time in your world, but humor is often lost on me. Why would you joke this way?*

R: *No joke. That’s what he said.*

T: *And who was he?*

R: *Aeiden*.

T. *Aeiden? I don’t even… The Master Bard? Aiden Gnoic?*

R: *That’s what he said.*

T: *Do you have visions? Of things not there? Things of the past? Future?*

R: *No.*

T: *But the sword? It choose you?... your father. That annoying man!*

R: *Well, you have a whole cart ride to think about it.*

After this, Rowan notices that Tahnden now regards him in a similar fashion that she does Mira...almost protective?

**White Moon Bastiile;** Home of the Daughters of the Moon

Outside the Bastille, Tahnden introduces us to her friends.

Tara: It is nice to meet you. \*holds out hand to Rowan. He shakes it.\*

Tahnden: *Everyone. These are my friends. We have much to talk about. Where is Galadries?*

Malias(sp?): *She is in the chamber.*

Tahnden: *All right. Best not to keep her waiting.*

Aziola and Otto notice that the columns are covered in carvings of beasts and animals. There people that are practicing arcane magics. There is one lone figure kneeling before a stain glass window of the moon, praying. They are dressed in white with alabaster black skin. Otto notices that the podium at which she is praying looks similar to the one he is used to praying at. There are also statues some white some black. In various states of decay. At the top chamber, there is a figure writing in a book:

*“We are here to see the lady?”*

*“And the name of group to see her?”*

*“I am Rowan”*

*“I am Otto.”*

*“Uh… all right… Rowan and Otto, and...company. Well, off with you then.”*

We are led to a figure. Eloquent and severe. She gives Tanden a big hug.

Galadries: *Thank the goddess. And Mira?*

T: *She is not well. I have her. Let me introduce you to my friends and I can explain.*

This is Galadries. Under other circumstances she would be 3nd sword, but she is currently 1st sword due to certain circumstances.

G: *Can any of you tell me about Mee*ra?

\*Damian steps forward and explains what he knows.\*

G: W*e have seen others like these. They are Kleppa. Empty shells until they are ready to be taken. Can you hear me in there? You’ve come a long way. You must have something important to say.*

\*She reaches out her hand and Veerio takes a sharp intake of breath as a dull light emanates from the tip of her fingers.

G: *I can sense you in there. You are not lost yet. There is a fragment.*

\*In a brief second, his hands snap and grabs her by the throat. She dodges out of the way and draws her sword in one motion.

G: *It was my mistake to allow him up here in the first place. Unfortunately, no where is safe. Even at the Bastille. There is a concentration the closer you get to Elienar that seem to impress there will on these unsuspecting travelers.*

D: *Is there anything we can do for them?*

G: *Nothing that we have found. But there is a bolder plan we have to put into motion.*

\*At around this time Bjorn makes his presence known.

…

T: *I believe the Witch of Fire and Wood was the Banshee that held the bridge. Do you not recall?*

G: *Do I not recall?*

T. *Yes, of course. I’m sorry.*

G: *Do you trust these people, Tahnden?*

T: *With my life. ...several times over.*

G: *Perhaps we should make a play then. At Eileanar.*

T: *They are not ready. They have not trained as we have, in fragments.*

G: *Do you believe in them?*

T: \*Tanden pauses\*

…

G: *The door has gone missing?*

T: *It is true.*

G: *Titania is a dream of a much more powerful being. When the well disappeared from the Feywild. A path was needed. Queen Titania has sat upon the throne because a pathway was needed.*

D: *How did the well disappear?*

Bjorn: *It was the Nethrealese.*

D: *Where did they supposedly take it?*

Bj: *There are many artifacts they took.*

G: *When the Nethrelese first came to the Feywild, their intentions were originally not clear. They were looking for something. They began to ask us of the beast lord’s gifts. The fires of creation. Gifted to each of us, of the Feywild. Of the leading houses. A flame for each. And through time, some were lost, others squandered, but those that held still maintained power. At the time, we had waxing and waning alliances, and we turned those weapons on each other. There was only five, accounting for flames. And unfortunately since, none have been recovered except one. That, of the Cerulean blue, given to Titania.*

T: \*In Sylvan to Rowan\* The beast lords were the strongest, there was a pact among the Puck and the Eladrin. The lords of the wood. They came in many forms, with alliances bloods mixed and. The king of beasts among them primarily. The great dragons of old. Each one bearing as the guardians of the Fey Wild assemble, burning among them. It was said they carried the original flames of the first two. \*She gestures and you see the half moon that you saw when you came in with a black and a white dragon.\* Bahamat and Tiamat, the sundered gods of old.

D: Oh, sweet Mistra.

G: You know the Nethralese, then?

D: No. Most of them are dead.

Bj: The Nethralese came seeking magics after the flame of it went out in their world.

D: Was she with him? Mistra.

BJ: She was seen with them, I am told.

D: Do you know that on our side she was ascended to divinity. \*Bjorn look confused\*

Bj: If you say so.

D: She has taken the place of Mistral, the previous goddess of magic.

Bj: I don’t know anything about that.

G: \*Looks confused\* You are one of us then. Where do you hail from.

Bj: Like I said, Fidenae.

D: You were saying about the rumours of the well?

G: \*interjects\* It was a traitor. Revian.

D: Why would they strike such a deal.

G: We don’t understand. Revian acted without our consent. He had military power. But it seemed unnecessary. The Nethralese created a schism with their presence that caused irreparable damage. The houses themselves expelled the invaders and destroyed the house that once stood. It seems treachery begets treachery. Both houses fought and we were left to pick up the pieces. Titania took up the throne and used her soul as a living gateway.

R: A gateway. To where?

G: To allow souls to become one with Celune.

D: Does that mean if she’s not here the souls are trapped?

G: Among other things.

“**Damian’s Wild Theory**”:

If these two dragons were the first two bringers of flame, and the colors correspond to the scales, it’s not impossible to assume that the Black Flames are the flames of Tiamat. If that is indeed the case, then we are in very deep trouble, because then that likely means that the Witch of Iraleth is under the dominion of the black dragon. Tiamat has been sealed away in hell, so any person under her influence is clearly not someone… it’s a disturbing thought, but I can’t shake it out of my head. If they took the well. If he said that their intention was to take the well and their main purpose in being here was to spark magic again, it stands to reason that the well itself was intended as a font of some kind.”

**Vault of Dreams**

We come to the same place that Rowan encountered in the dream. Pepper is there waiting by the door. After knocking (it doesn’t work) and some discussion, Rowan attempts to play the Green Song, the song he played for his final at the Bardic college but failed. He plays delicate at first, and then faster and faster and faster. As it builds, he’s hitting every note perfectly. He thinks on his travels, back to the time when he first met the group while putting the trolls to sleep. He’s weaving in the sounds itself of the trolls and the fight that ensued. It is a song that embodies our last two years together. He almost falters as his mind wanders over some of the lowpoints. But he rallies as he thinks about the future and the task at hand, the day that Mira will be restored. As the final note reverberates, a slit begins to open in the doorway. Rowan then pulls his sword out. It too is resonating with the final note of the door and as he raises the sword up to it, the door begins to raise up revealing stairs leading down.

We come to a central chamber and there is a sound of splashing. We are now ankle deep in water. We can’t see it except for the dull light reflecting off of the sword. There are espers floating through the air everywhere. A central figure stands in the center, only made visible because of the espers surrounding him. As we approach, we hear a voice.

Aeiden: “\*mysterious voice\*I knew you’d all come. I could see it since before… \*peppy, jovial voice\* Rowan! What are you doing in here!”

Rowan: “What am *I* doing here!? What are you doing here.”

Aeiden: I belong here. I am the Master of dreams.

R: You never told me that.

A: Have you been practicing your scales?

R: From time to time:

A: You played the song?

R: I did.

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