Session Forty Nine

The forty ninth session of the Adventures of the Dragon Crag was on the 31st May 2023.

## Party Members Present

* Brandr Sigurdson
* Snorri Morgrimson
* Relnwe Adiath
* Professor Meino Osterhaus
* Aleksi Lehtonen

## Synopsis

### The Field of Victory

The Battle of the Rivet was ended and the day was ours. Yet again, we found ourselves standing about on the field of victory, the bodies of our enemies scattered hither and thither, Brandr and Snorri arm in arm, Rel and Aleksi lifting their bows above their heads, the Professor on all fours vomiting shadows and snivelling like a rat. The Longbeards lifted Durak Kazrinson of Clan Rorganson, our valiant Captain, aloft on their shields and he gathered the throng around him. He shouted: "Bring the cannon to the top of the hill, and then, to drink!" The cannon did not touch the ground as it was hoisted upon the shoulders of a hundred joyous, thirsty dwarfs.

### Boasting

When we got back to camp, emenant members of the throng began the traditional boasting of their great deeds in the battle. However, first there was a moment of pause and reflection as Durak asked us to remember the fallen. Many dwarfs and rangers were also injured. The moment of reflection lasted until the barrels were rolled out of the beer cave about three seconds later. Then the boasting truly commenced. Snorri attempted to lift all three of the Hrukidron's goats about his head whilst balancing a beer on each bicep and holding three more between his teeth. He teetered for a moment and then realised he was going over, but he managed to guzzle all five of the tankards before he collapsed. Rel commended the rangers she fought alongside to Lina, but Lina could barely reply because she was either too injured or drunk, or both. She had finally loosened up a little. After some magic doodallying, the Professor was chased around and around the camp by the Quarrelers who then removed his underpants and hung them on the flag pole. Rel then read a poem she had found in the Silverscar clan hold deep in the ruins of Karak Azgal. It was written by an elf trader thousands of years ago and, much to the assembly's delight, it praised dwarfkind.

### Our Next Move

After a few more drinks were drunk, Durak brought all of the important people together in his command tent. The party still bopped outside and was immediately quite distracting. The Professor was already hiding, pantless, in the tent. Standing up so we could all see his bare, hairless pins, the Professor declared that he thought he knew how to fix the waystone network that centred around the wellspring of power and undo what ill had been done. Due to the destruction of the waystones, magic had been collecting and congealing in the area and it had to be bled out. To do so, we needed to fix the largest waystone. The Professor and Rel then put together a picture of the waystone to show everyone else how the glyphs on it worked. The Professor told us that the dark figure that we had seen in our visions at the Wellspring of Power was trying to put a symbol that signified him on the waystone in place of the glyph that represented the outflow waystone, so that he could imbue himself with power. He had spoken the words: "energy, force, power gather to me, empower, divert, culminate". This was also what the beastmen were probably trying to do. Therefore, to put an end to this saga once and for all, we had to travel West where Rel had sensed a trickling outflow of magic, and find the outflow waystone to obtain its glyph and put it back on the waystone here in the Rivet.

### More Partying

After being bored by the Professor's drawl about waystones and magic and shit, we returned to the party. We took it turns to try and get the Professor's pants down from the flag pole but couldn't. Some of us were too drunk, whilst Snorri's hands were too buttery. We then tried to fire the Professor's shadow stead out of the cannon. We placed Ranulf on the steed and lit the fuse, blasting the two out of the cannon and down the Rivet. What was strange was not the etratically waving limbs of both Ranulf and the horse through the air, but was that it was all completely silent. In the far distance, the shadowsteed landed on its feet.

### Preparing for Another Journey

The next morning we awoke in the camp, all hungover. Snorri made some eggs and invited some refugees from Libeck to join so we could pick their brains about the region. We asked them whether they knew any other magic places like the Wellspring of Power west of th Rivet. They said that they did not know, but that the only place west of here, before the mountains was a settlement called Bafort. It was a couple of days away by cart. They said that there was only a dozen or so families who lived there, 60 people at most. They had nice grass and a herd of cows. We thanked them and told them that if they were in need of work, to head back to Deadgate and ask Otto for employment, but they said that they wanted to form a new settlement somewhere north of Reimar.

### The Shadow Waystone

After bidding the Libeckers farewell, we showed the Professor the last small, surviving waystone in the cave that was hidden and protected by the magical forcefield. He was very pleased, for it was the waystone of his kind of magic - shadowmancy.