Session 34: Stonemantle in Crisis
General Summary
The Champion of the Course
We were all halfway into a heated debate about who would claim the right to bask in the Eternal Flame when the logic hit us: of course it should be Warby. Our most eloquent negotiator? Not exactly. But when you’ve just walked out of the city’s deadliest gauntlet with scorched armor, three flaming trophies, and a bird made of rage and feathers perched on your shoulder, who’s going to argue? So we handed him the sigils, the crown, and the glory—and let the crowd lose their minds. The square was thunderous, the airship docks shook, and for a moment, it felt like all of Stonemantle was chanting his name. Warby, basking in the glow of it all, did that slow nod thing like he was soaking it in, though I'm fairly certain Sunny was trying to start a chant for himself. That night was all celebration. Shopping. Story-swapping. The world felt right. But the morning? The morning was everything but right.When Flame Turns to Ash
As promised, a steward arrived to summon Warby for the ceremony. We all made our way to the palace. Warby was let in with regal pomp, flanked by guards in froststeel armor. The rest of us were asked to wait. Magical wards sealed the gates behind him—both physical and arcane. The sanctum was sealed tight. Too tight. Because when the world began to fall apart, not a single sound could pierce that veil. Ruptures tore open the cobbled streets. Entire avenues split like cracked glass as fire elementals erupted from below. The first to fall were the revelers—then shops, homes, even skybridges. Stonemantle, the mountain-fortress, was burning from the inside out. Goq, Dulb, and Sunny acted fast—gathering survivors, rallying pockets of guards, and scrambling for the Chainbreaker. Chungle, ever the wildcard, was asleep in the engine bay and nearly got left behind until Goq slapped a lever with heroic flair. The skiff roared to life. They rescued dozens. Dug civilians out of rubble. Even used the ship's mag-ducts to lift collapsed beams. That’s when they saw it—three ritual sites, all overrun by flame. The Ashwinds and Flameborn Pact took the northern site. The city guard scrambled southeast, but they were overwhelmed. Goq didn’t hesitate. He pulled a horn from his bag—the one he’d gotten from Talzilk’un. As the note rang out like thunder, a streak of lightning tore across the sky. The air dragon himself, wind-slick and furious, answered the call. With a nod, he declared, “I will win that fight,” and dove into the chaos.The Final Stand
We flew toward the final ritual site, flames climbing toward the sky as if they meant to claw down the stars. Three massive fire elementals stood guard. They did not go down easily—burning through spell, sword, and sanity alike. But Sunny? Sunny waltzed through them like they were lukewarm steam, thanks to his fire immunity from the Blazing Gauntlet. But the worst hadn’t come. Because then… he landed. Korvathran, the Embermaw—a magma dragon wreathed in volcanic smoke, molten veins glowing through obsidian scales. His voice boomed across the battlefield: “I am Korvathran, Herald of Melkorion! The Eternal Flame dies today!” He wasn’t bluffing.The Flamekeeper's Choice
Meanwhile, deep beneath the Palace, Warby faced an entirely different kind of fire: politics. The Council of the Flame—dwarves, gnomes, highlanders, frostborn—each required persuasion. Warby worked the room like a seasoned courtier. He invoked duty, honor, tradition. He joked with the gnome. Even offered to return the Flame when its purpose was served. They agreed—but only if the Flame itself consented. The Eternal Flame pulsed, rising toward him. Warby reached out. And at that exact moment, Korvathran roared outside, and the battle for the fate of Stonemantle began.
Sunny Grannach
Brazen White Bulb Conquering Red Blossom
Dulb the Deckhand
Dulb's sheet
Level 13 Swashbuckler.
Goq-Ixai
Report Date
19 Apr 2025
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