BOT Session 1

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-Jaxson after the first curtain you are alone, there’s a sense that you need to keep progressing, you get visions and images of what you see through the curtains. There is a storm, in the dark and in flashes of light, a man, woman and child. The child is grown, neglected by parents, finds ways to channel energy, gets into trouble, matures, a new storm rages, there is a man within the storm. Metaphor for puberty.

-Merigold, through the curtain. Next curtain, you see 3 people, crowded round a robot lying on a table, spark, destroyed by shadow, a spark, many robots, wealthy people, buying robots, malfunctioning robot taken away, pain suffering destruction and death, robot standing in the ruin.

-Sorenja, through the curtain. See a family, blood, an hourglass full of blood, it drips. The child is visited by a man, it drips, child grows up, it drips, wonders from home, it drips, becomes lost it drips, learns it drips, discovers it drips, finds their home again, it drips, alone, family gone, the last drop falls, the person leaves, the hourglass turns, and it drips.

-Ogin, through the curtain. You see shadows swirling, shifting, they chew a person and spit them out, they are alone as a beacon of light in the darkness, they fight the shadow and being winning, only for the shadows to rise and beat them again.

-Snaeros, through the curtain. You see wings, ice, and snow. See a woman surrounded by dragons, see a woman take pieces of herself and spread them across the world. See a child with darkness in them, a cold light push against the dark.

-Ambrose, see a great burning fire, runes grow bright in the flame, shadow growing in the flame, people with shields fight the shadow, older female with a child in her arms on throne, then younger female on the throne alone. Then a child in a garden growing mushroom, change in the child, finally you see a giant mushroom, runs deep into the ground spreading far and wide.

-New day in Sol, people are milling about as usual, cultists of the oracles are enacting their will as guards around the city. Something feels different today. Where’d that building come from? It’s the gallery. Seemingly appearing overnight. Size of a small inn, stone with wooden structure beams, large double doors out front with two large dudes guarding the front door. Long line of people leading back through the streets of Sol. Invite only, some people being turned away as they do not have an invite.

-One of the guards has scars on his face covered by bandages, has a scroll nailed into his chest. Other has tattoos all over him, every inch, wearing dark blue robes. Both have well worn, well used, hooked maces.

-As Jaxson approaches, they ask for his invitation. Produces the ‘well maintained’ ticket. Waves his hands in front of his chest. Ticket is now blank as the tattooed one waves him into the building.

-Merigold and Sorenja next. Keeping the invite under my hat because I’m a goof. Sorenja has a bottomless purse full of crap trying to find her invitation.

-Ogin has been waiting for about 20 minutes. Keeping the invite behind his armour, attempts to chat up the bouncers so they don’t realise he’s wasted. He is a gentleman.

-Snaeros approaches. Already handing her invite over before he asks. Heads in. No muss, no fuss.

-Hamburger boi. Getting later in the day. Fully vibrating. So folksy, the first to die for sure.

-Large hallway with cushions, people comparing their invites and what they’re talking about, magic show/art exhibit. Several windows around the room all shutters open to allow air in. Dark blue curtain blocking sight to the back of the stage.

-Jaxson has found his friend (meerna? Spelling) having some banter pre-show, he found his ticket already in his pocket. Description of Jaxson, human, 6’4, well groomed and well dressed. Eyes are distinct ice sheen coloration. Zapp is with Jaxson, resting comfortably in his inner pocket.

-Mix of people in the audience between commoners and high born. Interesting, means nothing to Meri. Merigold is 6’10, big blue suit and hat with a cane. Sorenja is 5’5 with caramel skin, eyes are almond shaped, dark eyes, black and red flowy fabrics. Thin cape with clips holding it her, dwarfed by Merigold but presenting big. They sit in the back corner.

-Ogin, military posture, confident in where he is going in the crowd, finding a familiar face in the crowd. The friend keeps their face towards the stage while engaging Ogin in conversation, both are nervous about how the show knows where they are. Worried things are getting out of hand and warning friend they may need to run, Ogin says they are important and that he is not. Ogin is ‘Emerald Legion’ but wants to keep it hush. He has a glove on right hand but not left. Red and green outfit, little garish, can’t see any military insignia, has a fancy hat, competing with Merigold, 6’ tall, brown hair can be seen under the hat. Rapier on his right side.

-Snaeros enters, things are getting a little fuller by the time she enters. Recognises a couple of faces, goes towards the front right row, crossing her legs lady like and gives a small wave to someone she knows. Recipient of wave keeps straight but nods in acknowledgement. She’s 8’ tall, walks in a room stoically, purposeful. Long white hair, braided from the front, she has furs on her clothing, dressing a little warm for this area. She has a bow with her. Light blue markings on her face, tribalistic.

-In comes the beef burger. Ambrose walks in and sees a familiar face, Nizzar? Starts calling and shouting their name immediately, Nizzar turns, and waves then minds her own business. Ambrose follows up and starts getting in her face about ‘is now a good time to talk’ tries to get them to go to the front row because he’s excited. They are less enthused about that. Ambrose squeezes in next to her. Sits at the back to not block peoples views. Wants to know what Nizzar knows about his mama. She looks more and more uncomfortable as times go on, trying to think about Ambrose’s mama. Asks what she was doing in Hearth. Making it awkward. Her job in Hearth… they were high priestess of the Hearth. Ambrose, you are too pure to survive this campaign. Been 15-20 years since Nizzar was in Hearth, which is the same amount of time Ambrose has been gone. He was in the Hearth guard. ‘Do you want a snack? Is your blood sugar low?’. Morrell is wearing a tiny hat. Ambrose is 7’8 tall, usually cleaned up but got some smudges going on, downy fur pink ears ping nose, long white hair usually with a flower. Firbolg. Big doughy brown eyes, wearing his new shirt which is white and will be mucky soon. Can see a corby, native to Hearth. Spider-bird sort of thing. Fungal stalks, covered by Ambrose’s hair.

-Ambrose came to talk absolute banter with Merigold and Sorenja. Good vibes as Ambrose recalls when Meri met them on the road for a minute. Fail wisdom save, flicker in the eyes and a whirling humming sound coming from his chest. Ambrose is causing a scene shouting peoples names all over the place. The party is not impressed all judgmental. Ambrose introduces us to his bird thing; Merigold thinks it’s a tumour. Ambrose wants to check out the stage.

-Ogin and Snaeros are ‘good ones’? Rebel brigade? Man sat behind them is head of the evocation school. Question Ekalb, about how/why he’s here. He isn’t here on invitation he has followed a mark into the room, a kobold in the back room. Merigold has offered to help him out with his mark in case things go awry.

-Suddenly, the back doors and windows slam shut, and the room descends into darkness. Several small balls of light start floating around the room, heading higher into the room, Jaxson brings Zapp out of his pocket to wake him up. Looks exactly like a otter, small enough to fit into a pocket, nothing too significant physically. Personality wise, it’s a high energy, childish creature.

-The room is now illuminated. Silence in the room. Curtain breaks and a bright red light shines through the gap. A man enters through the gap onto the stage. Middle aged human male, brown hair starting to grey, short bushy well-kept beard. Black eyes with a white pupil, dark blue dress shirt, tie tucked in, very relaxed but formally dressed. Introduces everyone to the gallery of time, this is the curator. Each person will experience their own journey, not even the people hosting will know what is happening for everyone.

-Wants everyone to go out of the door they originally came through. Merigold and Sorenja leave first. Ogin, then Snaeros and finally Ambrose. This hallway is not the same that we left through, each area has curtain after curtain. Meri and Sorenja leave together and now we’re all just alone.

-The pets are going through their own Vietnam.

-Jaxson after the first curtain you are alone, there’s a sense that you need to keep progressing, you get visions and images of what you see through the curtains. There is a storm, in the dark and in flashes of light, a man, woman and child. The child is grown, neglected by parents, finds ways to channel energy, gets into trouble, matures, a new storm rages, there is a man within the storm.

-Merigold, through the curtain. Next curtain, you see 3 people, crowded round a robot lying on a table, spark, destroyed by shadow, a spark, many robots, wealthy people, buying robots, malfunctioning robot taken away, pain suffering destruction and death, robot standing in the ruin.

-Sorenja, through the curtain. See a family, blood, an hourglass full of blood, it drips. The child is visited by a man, it drips, child grows up, it drips, wonders from home, it drips, becomes lost it drips, learns it drips, discovers it drips, finds their home again, it drips, alone, family gone, the last drop falls, the person leaves, the hourglass turns, and it drips.

-Ogin, through the curtain. You see shadows swirling, shifting, they chew a person and spit them out, they are alone as a beacon of light in the darkness, they fight the shadow and being winning, only for the shadows to rise and beat them again.

-Snaeros, through the curtain. You see wings, ice, and snow. See a woman surrounded by dragons, see a woman take pieces of herself and spread them across the world. See a child with darkness in them, a cold light push against the dark.

-Ambrose, see a great burning fire, runes grow bright in the flame, shadow growing in the flame, people with shields fight the shadow, older female with a child in her arms on throne, then younger female on the throne alone. Then a child in a garden growing mushroom, change in the child, finally you see a giant mushroom, runs deep into the ground spreading far and wide.

-As pass through the final curtain there is a blinding light. Feel a strange sense of familiarity as the wooden doors shut behind you, find ourselves in the same theatre room as before, all chairs have been pushed to the side of the room. Everyone standing in the middle of the room talking about what they saw, all excitedly jabbering. Magic lights still illuminate the room but appear in different locations. There is one in each corner of the room and three in the middle of the room that form a triangle.

-All shutters are completely closed still, those with lungs, the air doesn’t smell familiar, it’s not Sol air that they have been smelling, the stench of the city and people etc. Heavier and denser than the material plane, there is a faint smokiness to the scent. Ambrose tries to open a shutter. Fails to open shutters. The curtains part from the stage as the curator steps out from the stage again. This time in his hands he holds a book with a patchwork leather cover. In his other hand he has a golden quill with a glass compartment in it. The audience claps and cheers.

-The night is not over. Thank you all for volunteering for this, sacrifice will not be forgotten. Thank you all for coming and goodnight. Takes the quill, writes in the book, and slams it shut. As he slams it shut, two cultists walk out from behind the curtain. Curator lets go of the quill and it starts floating where it was, it seems to fly and slash/stab the gallery goers. Massacring everyone. Snaeros shoots him. The quill flies for Snaeros and doesn’t hit. Misses Ogin, Ambrose and Sorenja. Hits Merigold and Jaxson.

-Ekalb is dead, straight through his head, most NPCs just die straight up. Bodies fly towards the room, ring with a cross and three smaller circles. More like a plus sign. Blood from the dead bodies. Each small circle has a magical light above it. As the circle is formed the blood from the bodies floats up and is being absorbed by the lights. The lights drop lower as the absorb the blood, turning to a darker red. The quill strikes the middle of the symbol, and the previously empty glass compartment fills with a thick dark red liquid and flies back to the curators hand. Checks the compartment and says ‘still not enough’ notices that the party is still standing. ‘Would you care to tell me why you’re still alive?’.

-Merigold has transformed in front of everyone and charging into combat. Now raging. Looks like all cultists are associated with the cult of time. Jaxson casts magic, surge of lightning from his through the staff, not a streak but a small singular bolt. Initiates have quills like curators, writing on its arm, a barrier surrounds as they cast mage armour. Sorenja does blood through her mouth. Snaeros dragon Coulder materialises out of a snowy mist. Ogin getting confident AF with his robed partner. Coulder likes to bite things. Chomping on cultist boys. Ambrose is too precious for this world. Jaxson’s chaos bolt fucking melts people. Sorenja’s chromatic orb is putting the fucking work in OMG. MORK running about smashing shit with his fists. Ogin stabbing dead men to maker sure they are dead.

Jaxson = Sparky

Snaeros = Rosey

Sorenja = Soap Bubble/Sorbet

Ogin = Feather Man

Merigold = Hoss

-Ambrose being adorable. Have kobold body. Ogin opens the curtains and there is a bright red portal that shines out. Sorenja taking everything that isn’t nailed down, even taking things that are nailed down, such as the scroll from the cultist that was nailed to his chest. Language is in Abyssal (she can read abyssal, but its weird) can’t be read. Symbol in the middle is sangromancy, symbol is linked to the Cult of Time. Ambrose and Meri get the door open but it’s a bright brilliant light.

-Air that comes through the now open doors is not smoky air, it’s fresher. Ambrose piling bodies in the middle of the room. Jaxson is rattled. Snaeros is in the army. Papa says it’s not the size it’s how you use it HAWWWWWW YEAAAAAAAAH. Both are from the North. Ogin has a feather in his hat. Sorenja is ritual casting detect magic. Entire building lights up with conjuration magic. Sangromancy was used to open it. Papa always said you shouldn’t bite off more than you can chew.

-Going to check out the portal. Merigold pokes his head through. Look around and he just sees field, in the distance large dead tree, in the other direction there is a large living tree. Far in the distance there are the spires of Sol. Ambrose calls Ogin Feather Man. Taking Jaxson’s friend through. Everyone is talking in new languages, Ogin does an odd form of Abyssal, Snaeros speaks some draconic and giant. Merigold tries his hand at Draconic and fucks it completely.

-Jaxson sets the building on fire and we all leave via the portal, entering the mortal plane near Sol but a couple of days from the city. Papa always said it takes all kinds. People are looking for where the curator went and digging a grave for Jaxson’s friend. The tracks lead South.

-Ambrose just causally turns into a fucking horse. Sorenja mounts him. Everyone has business in Sol but start heading South to follow the trail of the curator.