Session 108: Scallywags: Wizardly and Moral Complications
General Summary
Mila has the Lady Aestrali up against the wall, barrels and crates broken beneath them, the gnome's might pressing in on the human's life. Mila presses Aestrali: how were you involved with the alien eggs, the intellect devourers placed upon the Call?
Aestrali doesn't seem to know. She eventually breaks, after a fist bruises her cheek, though, and she states she has had odd dreams, ones of Mila, and Brimstone, and Ilknar. And then, to see them here--she thinks she has lost her mind, that some odd and evil creature has taken her mind, and soon it will claim her soul, her body? Mila sympathizes to a point, but this lady has been assisting Queen Jhusve. She must return with Mila to the Call.
This freaks out Lady Aestrali, to be sure, but Mila calms here, intimidates her really, a threat of her life. However, Lady Aestrali is the one who has to teleport them back it seems. However, when the human takes Mila's hand, they both are teleported elsewhere, it seems. The bright room shocks Mila, her sense unprepared, and the Lady Aestrali begins to run down some steps, protecting herself with some illusino magic, too, so she looks like one of the other people here, one of three; one stays and tries to defend Aestrali, obviously confused by the illusion upon her; another stays, scared atop the ladder to the shelves above; and, a third runs for aid. However, soom Mila gains her bearings and gives chase down the steps, realizing she is back in the Central Library of the Collegiate Arcanum. She is able to discern through the illusion, and capture the presumed archmage Aestrali. She squirms underneath Mila's grip, but she cannot free herself. She tries a few more times to cast spells, to escape, it seems. However, Mila drags her outside, to the balcony. Mila has to hold Aestrali with magic, and once paralyzed, with a little apprehension, Mila brings Aestrali to fall from the 200+ foot height, to her death. Mila stairs off to the horizon for a moment before the guards arrive, and then she manipulates the weave of her dimension door to vault her 2000 feet away. She makes camp, and waits until the next day for her chance to return to the Call.
Lady Sasha has spent some of her time looking for a magical potion to aid in the next venture: a potion of speed. Of some search and some gold requisitioned from Aikhon, she is able to find a potion of haste for 7500 gold.
The crew is paid. Moreover, Brimstone decides to wait for Mila for at least one more day. However, before the sunset, Wulfgar sends a magical message to her, and eventually, after another message because of her confusion, Mila understands the worry, and she confirms she will teleport back to the Call the next morning.
During the Long Rest, Reggie, the dwarf lord and captain of the Errant Venture, a key member of the Crimson Fleet, comes for dinner, and he asks to meet with Brimstone, Yolov, his first mate, and the elderly dwarf, Ihapaeg. Brimstone has Wulfgar and Ilknar join, as well as Ganoi. Reggie speaks of a bloodline, a claim, and understanding of this elderly dwarf and why Boveen wanted him: he could solidify his claim to the throne beyond his change, his death, his will from the Wall. Even now, someone could, but now there is also the brother of Borq, Wulfgar, and now, yes, there is Ilknar. However, he is not easy to like, he is brash, and a giantkin, and neither noble nor truly divine. But, Ilknar confirms he is the one chosen by the Wall; the dreams, the confirmation is there, and it is his to take. Reggie finally agrees, but only because there are now many signs of those who could claim the throne, and those three are left to their devices. Not before Reggie warns of how the experiments done on Ihapaeg prove and understanding of science from the demons of the Cladd and even his own--maybe even a way to cheat death. Yet, there may be another problem: the rise of the ghost ships and demon crews of the west, the burning of the Cladd--the fall of the Resistance is nigh. The Grey Coasts will suffer being caught between the Burning Mount Cladd and the Empiric Chasm of the Eastern Lands, the Fall of the Human Empire?
Brimstone, Ilknar, and Wulfgar are left for moments in the Captain's Meeting Room, three claims to a different futures.
During the meeing Orran 'breaks into' Ilknar's room, and he cleans up the minor messes and stacks of clothes and papers. He leaves a note for XOXO, and other positive messages.
Wulfgar decides that his medical knowledge will benefit the Crimson Fleet, so he begins to lend aid to Ganoi and the surgeon's quarters. The young goblinkin is more than happy to have the assistance.
The next morning comes, and Mila returns to the Call, teleporting to the lowest hold, its heart and magical and elemental engine and center. It is warm, the warmest place aboard, feeling comforting after a long night in the cold of the forests outside the College. Brimstone wakes up early, expectant of her arrival, and he searches for her, only to find her below after some time, in the hold, nearing her 152nd pull up. She drops, and gives her attention to the captain. They can hear Ilknar above, begging for food with Kevdae fending him off. Nethpione begins to bark out orders to the morning crew, and the ship starts the process to disembark. They must wait for the captain though.
Brimstone kneels down, close to Mila, and he asks the gnome why she hates others. She doesn't hate, but she does see them as inferior. Brimstone doesn't wish to make things harder, and he is afraid how things will go. Even that little bit, Mila has to pull out of him, and well, she finds his answer to be one of worry and loss. He is a short lived race, and she is not, and that perspective ledns weight to the choices about to be made, for who should be king and who should not be king. Thus, Brimstone wants some assurances, and he believes Mila can provide, especially if after Ilknar's rule, another tyrant such as Boveen rises. Mila aggrees. However she questinos these motives.
Brimstone accepts he really has no idea how the Wall works, but he knows he father's blood has given him ancient access to the Wall, and maybe he can change or even steer the destiny it provides--change the dynamics for the command of the Wall and the Grey Coasts around it. Are the Faces of the King the valid choice? Mila worries this actions might unleash the eldritch horror the Wall was meant to keep at bay, but still she confirms she will ensure no rise of another to take the throne will lead it to a negative end. She can be that bastion--they will indeed have to go through her. Nevertheless, if Brimstone unleashes this horror even if by accident, Mila will break him at his kneecaps.
Before the captain leaves, Mila confides in the red dragonborn with gold and red scales, the commodore of the Crimson Fleet, and the Captain of the Horizon's Call, son of the great Dovah, The Immolated, the Smolder of the Grey Seas. She killed Aestrali, let her fall, but she knew it was what was right, and she knows now, that despite the Crew of the Horizon's Call being indeed pirates and scallywags of all shapes and sizes, they are good, they have their hearts in the right places, and they are what the Grey Coasts need in the days ahead.
Brimstone is met by Chatulkik in the dark, who offers to slay Mila if the captain asks, but the dragonborn says no, and he and the thri-kreen return upstairs, to disembark the Call and the rest of the Crimson Fleet and to begin to Sail east, first to South Ireef, and then to the Palace Docks of the Faces of the King. Brimstone considers his kneecaps nonetheless.
A full day of sailing passes, and Brimstone and Aikhon work on persuaion and performance with others and with many layers of people dynamics.
Lady Sasha helps the crew morale, but she does lie about a future being postive despite her not able to know that inevitability. Thus, more games and gambling begin with the Powder Crew especially.
Wulfgar spends more time assisting Ganoi. He also wants to learn as much as he can about alchemy.
Ilknar and Nethpione spend the day together, learning Orcish and even giant, but really exchanging hearts and learning minds.
Orran finds Ilknar and Nethpione, flirting he says, but the giantkin denies even with the tieflings assent, but still, Orran gifts the barnacle necklace to Ilknar. He is able to almost lasso, toss it around Ilknar's neck, and with that, he wishes to pay his respects to the future king. Orran already owes too much to those of the Gambit, so getting the king on his side can only be beneficial. Nevtheless, Ilknar throws the necklace back to the sea, and then Orran goes to this notebook to change the giantkin's name to Milknar. The name has been given.
Mila, in an effort to get her mind off of things and recent events, finds the powder crew to give them all small, matching tattos--that of a cannon launching a kobold out of it.
As the day wraps up, Ilknar and Nethpione are on the front deck of the Call, and most of the crew by this ten evening hour are heading to bed, and Nethpione excuses herself to use the restroom, leaving Ilknar pretty much alone on deck as the winds pick up, and howl and murmur and screech. A voices encircles him, and whispers with the wind, caressing his ears with each intonation: You are not our king.
However, when Ilknar blinks again, a large, giant figure balances on the front of the boat despite the wind picking up, the howling and anger of the gusts about. The Giant is ready to face the new king, to see his measure, to weigh his worth.
Roland expands his access by beginning negotiations with Francine of South Ireef, and woman of connections and resilience of the Grey Coasts.
Aestrali doesn't seem to know. She eventually breaks, after a fist bruises her cheek, though, and she states she has had odd dreams, ones of Mila, and Brimstone, and Ilknar. And then, to see them here--she thinks she has lost her mind, that some odd and evil creature has taken her mind, and soon it will claim her soul, her body? Mila sympathizes to a point, but this lady has been assisting Queen Jhusve. She must return with Mila to the Call.
This freaks out Lady Aestrali, to be sure, but Mila calms here, intimidates her really, a threat of her life. However, Lady Aestrali is the one who has to teleport them back it seems. However, when the human takes Mila's hand, they both are teleported elsewhere, it seems. The bright room shocks Mila, her sense unprepared, and the Lady Aestrali begins to run down some steps, protecting herself with some illusino magic, too, so she looks like one of the other people here, one of three; one stays and tries to defend Aestrali, obviously confused by the illusion upon her; another stays, scared atop the ladder to the shelves above; and, a third runs for aid. However, soom Mila gains her bearings and gives chase down the steps, realizing she is back in the Central Library of the Collegiate Arcanum. She is able to discern through the illusion, and capture the presumed archmage Aestrali. She squirms underneath Mila's grip, but she cannot free herself. She tries a few more times to cast spells, to escape, it seems. However, Mila drags her outside, to the balcony. Mila has to hold Aestrali with magic, and once paralyzed, with a little apprehension, Mila brings Aestrali to fall from the 200+ foot height, to her death. Mila stairs off to the horizon for a moment before the guards arrive, and then she manipulates the weave of her dimension door to vault her 2000 feet away. She makes camp, and waits until the next day for her chance to return to the Call.
Lady Sasha has spent some of her time looking for a magical potion to aid in the next venture: a potion of speed. Of some search and some gold requisitioned from Aikhon, she is able to find a potion of haste for 7500 gold.
The crew is paid. Moreover, Brimstone decides to wait for Mila for at least one more day. However, before the sunset, Wulfgar sends a magical message to her, and eventually, after another message because of her confusion, Mila understands the worry, and she confirms she will teleport back to the Call the next morning.
During the Long Rest, Reggie, the dwarf lord and captain of the Errant Venture, a key member of the Crimson Fleet, comes for dinner, and he asks to meet with Brimstone, Yolov, his first mate, and the elderly dwarf, Ihapaeg. Brimstone has Wulfgar and Ilknar join, as well as Ganoi. Reggie speaks of a bloodline, a claim, and understanding of this elderly dwarf and why Boveen wanted him: he could solidify his claim to the throne beyond his change, his death, his will from the Wall. Even now, someone could, but now there is also the brother of Borq, Wulfgar, and now, yes, there is Ilknar. However, he is not easy to like, he is brash, and a giantkin, and neither noble nor truly divine. But, Ilknar confirms he is the one chosen by the Wall; the dreams, the confirmation is there, and it is his to take. Reggie finally agrees, but only because there are now many signs of those who could claim the throne, and those three are left to their devices. Not before Reggie warns of how the experiments done on Ihapaeg prove and understanding of science from the demons of the Cladd and even his own--maybe even a way to cheat death. Yet, there may be another problem: the rise of the ghost ships and demon crews of the west, the burning of the Cladd--the fall of the Resistance is nigh. The Grey Coasts will suffer being caught between the Burning Mount Cladd and the Empiric Chasm of the Eastern Lands, the Fall of the Human Empire?
Brimstone, Ilknar, and Wulfgar are left for moments in the Captain's Meeting Room, three claims to a different futures.
During the meeing Orran 'breaks into' Ilknar's room, and he cleans up the minor messes and stacks of clothes and papers. He leaves a note for XOXO, and other positive messages.
Wulfgar decides that his medical knowledge will benefit the Crimson Fleet, so he begins to lend aid to Ganoi and the surgeon's quarters. The young goblinkin is more than happy to have the assistance.
The next morning comes, and Mila returns to the Call, teleporting to the lowest hold, its heart and magical and elemental engine and center. It is warm, the warmest place aboard, feeling comforting after a long night in the cold of the forests outside the College. Brimstone wakes up early, expectant of her arrival, and he searches for her, only to find her below after some time, in the hold, nearing her 152nd pull up. She drops, and gives her attention to the captain. They can hear Ilknar above, begging for food with Kevdae fending him off. Nethpione begins to bark out orders to the morning crew, and the ship starts the process to disembark. They must wait for the captain though.
Brimstone kneels down, close to Mila, and he asks the gnome why she hates others. She doesn't hate, but she does see them as inferior. Brimstone doesn't wish to make things harder, and he is afraid how things will go. Even that little bit, Mila has to pull out of him, and well, she finds his answer to be one of worry and loss. He is a short lived race, and she is not, and that perspective ledns weight to the choices about to be made, for who should be king and who should not be king. Thus, Brimstone wants some assurances, and he believes Mila can provide, especially if after Ilknar's rule, another tyrant such as Boveen rises. Mila aggrees. However she questinos these motives.
Brimstone accepts he really has no idea how the Wall works, but he knows he father's blood has given him ancient access to the Wall, and maybe he can change or even steer the destiny it provides--change the dynamics for the command of the Wall and the Grey Coasts around it. Are the Faces of the King the valid choice? Mila worries this actions might unleash the eldritch horror the Wall was meant to keep at bay, but still she confirms she will ensure no rise of another to take the throne will lead it to a negative end. She can be that bastion--they will indeed have to go through her. Nevertheless, if Brimstone unleashes this horror even if by accident, Mila will break him at his kneecaps.
Before the captain leaves, Mila confides in the red dragonborn with gold and red scales, the commodore of the Crimson Fleet, and the Captain of the Horizon's Call, son of the great Dovah, The Immolated, the Smolder of the Grey Seas. She killed Aestrali, let her fall, but she knew it was what was right, and she knows now, that despite the Crew of the Horizon's Call being indeed pirates and scallywags of all shapes and sizes, they are good, they have their hearts in the right places, and they are what the Grey Coasts need in the days ahead.
Brimstone is met by Chatulkik in the dark, who offers to slay Mila if the captain asks, but the dragonborn says no, and he and the thri-kreen return upstairs, to disembark the Call and the rest of the Crimson Fleet and to begin to Sail east, first to South Ireef, and then to the Palace Docks of the Faces of the King. Brimstone considers his kneecaps nonetheless.
A full day of sailing passes, and Brimstone and Aikhon work on persuaion and performance with others and with many layers of people dynamics.
Lady Sasha helps the crew morale, but she does lie about a future being postive despite her not able to know that inevitability. Thus, more games and gambling begin with the Powder Crew especially.
Wulfgar spends more time assisting Ganoi. He also wants to learn as much as he can about alchemy.
Ilknar and Nethpione spend the day together, learning Orcish and even giant, but really exchanging hearts and learning minds.
Orran finds Ilknar and Nethpione, flirting he says, but the giantkin denies even with the tieflings assent, but still, Orran gifts the barnacle necklace to Ilknar. He is able to almost lasso, toss it around Ilknar's neck, and with that, he wishes to pay his respects to the future king. Orran already owes too much to those of the Gambit, so getting the king on his side can only be beneficial. Nevtheless, Ilknar throws the necklace back to the sea, and then Orran goes to this notebook to change the giantkin's name to Milknar. The name has been given.
Mila, in an effort to get her mind off of things and recent events, finds the powder crew to give them all small, matching tattos--that of a cannon launching a kobold out of it.
As the day wraps up, Ilknar and Nethpione are on the front deck of the Call, and most of the crew by this ten evening hour are heading to bed, and Nethpione excuses herself to use the restroom, leaving Ilknar pretty much alone on deck as the winds pick up, and howl and murmur and screech. A voices encircles him, and whispers with the wind, caressing his ears with each intonation: You are not our king.
However, when Ilknar blinks again, a large, giant figure balances on the front of the boat despite the wind picking up, the howling and anger of the gusts about. The Giant is ready to face the new king, to see his measure, to weigh his worth.
Roland expands his access by beginning negotiations with Francine of South Ireef, and woman of connections and resilience of the Grey Coasts.
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