Session 93: Whirlpools of the Devil's Blood Sceptre: Scallywags
General Summary
It is about eight am, and Mila is aboard the Redwing when she hears her crew mate, as they sail above the Horizon's Call, call out: Is she all right? Mila runs to the side to look below.
Meanwhile, Nethpione has began to step to the captain's level, to the back of the Call where the helm is, and she slips, and as she slips, she looks up at the captain, with an odd look of fear, or loss, or confusion. But, by the time the other crew see her, hear her fall to the ground, she begins to seize on the ground.
Brimstone gathers first to, and he calls upon his deity to allow healing to flow through his hands to her, but it does, but it also does not heal her; neither poison nor disease flows through her. With this, they call for Ganoi, who at first is distracted by the insensate wind that has groped around the Crimson Fleet since early this morning. But, seeing the throng of the crew around the fallen maiden, Nethpione, the goblin runs out side, at first wonders to use his herbs. Yet, he sees that Brimstone already attempted magic for the physical, so Ganoin begins his own psychic connections. He kneels down, rests her head in his lap, and he rests above her, his eyes closed, his fingers about her brow, cheeks, and mouth. Her mind's eye is clear, he says. He knows not what to do.
They decide to bring Nethpione into the Surgeon's Quarters, and they lay her on the table. Some begin to disperse, at Aikhon's orders, to go back to sailing through these intense winds. Roland joins Brimstone in the Surgeon's Quarters, and Roland needs to know how the ship's crew will continue, who will take the orders for the First Mate. Mila also joins, eventually, and she casts detect magic on the unconscious tiefling, Nethpione. A transmuted necromancy covers over her, and this worries Mila, for its intensity is quite strong.
Ilknar awakes, with Chatulkik telling much of the crew about the winds, the fall, and the seizure of the blue skinned girl. Now matter the application, Ilknar rushes upstairs, only to see the tail end of those crew going back to work or breakfast, and Mila going inside to join Brimstone (who tries to remove a curse, but it does not work), Roland, and Ganoi as they stand about the unconscious Nethpione in the Surgeon's Quarters. He chooses to wait, not wanting Mila nor the others to see his emotions, his worry.
After a few moments, the others leave, and Ilknar goes inside, and he looks over Nethpione, but he is unsure of what to do, of how to aid. He has a wild idea, and he takes Nethpione in his arms, and he calls upon the powers of his cloak, and he casts a dimension door for him and his weight, his love? And he teleports down below the surface of the waters, to the depths of the sea--where Nethpione is so intimately connected, where the storm listens to her whims and commands.
He breathes the water, and so does she as she rests and floats in his arms. The see the shadows of the boats above, and the see the rays of the sun above, and she just floats. So Ilknar prays, to the sea, to Bilin, to what Torth prays to, and he listens for a long while, while Nethpione floats in his hands. He waits for a long while, and he only hears the echoes, squeaks and moans of the sea, like listening into a sea shell.
Eventually the music of the sea forms a song, and in the song, he hears a voice, distant and close at the same time. Ancient and pure, new and distorted. She is learning, for you, for me, for her. Be patient, give time, my daughter is here.
Ilknar opens his eyes, and Nethpione all but smiles at him, still under the waves, still floating in his arms. He comes to a realization: she is Bilin, a vestige of the Goddess, but with some devilish influence, to be sure; but she is also something more. She was found during a time keen and sure, and she always had been there for Ilknar, an odd connection. She must be more; she is more. A magic and keen, a storm of power: the sceptre. She is the sceptre and the key, to the throne of the Storm, the true ruler of the Grey Coasts and The Faces of the King. With this realization, he swims back up to the ships.
Thankfully, by this point, the Crimons Fleet had stopped, at the Captain's request, for Ganoi called out, and many others saw, the strange disappearance of Ilknar and Nethpione. They know not of where, or when, they know not of what has happened.
Ilknar climbs aboard, and then takes some serious time to get the boat back in order, but they do nonetheless, and the fleet continues on while Ilknar brings Nethpione to her own room, something she has slightly modified over the last two years, almost three, that she has been part of the crew. It a larger room, with an alcove, and she has used boxes to step up to her raised hammock, almost like a hanging bunkbed. When she rests, and others like Mila, Aikhon, Brimstone, Roland, and Ganoi follow Ilknar below deck, both inside the room, and just outside in the officer's mess.
Ilknar explains, that she is a god, that she is here, and that she calmness and torrent of the sea. Roland does not believe, how could she be? She has Devil's Blood, they know, and they worry what that could mean. Imagine if she found a different crew, a different town, a different influence of her last two years? Brimstone laughs, and Ilknar shares looks to his captain and others that could be daggers. He begs to let them wait, and Roland needs to confirm with Brimstone who will act as her interrim leader.
There is a debate, maybe Vareth, maybe Sasha, but Sasha has the crew in her palm, her games, and stories, and demeanor--they do enjoy.
Ilknar waits with Nethpione, and he believes this more than anything. Her purpose, her part of the sea--they are all connected.
Brimstone leaves for more grog, and to breathe and think.
Mila sees Deoy on the way out, but she does not engage, knowing that will not be the time to confront Deoy for his actions by stealing her spellbook.
Chatulkik eventnually devilvers the change of position to Sasha, and she prepares her good clothes, her best gear, for such a title and succession. She takes this time to help the crew, and near the end of the day, some more gambling.
Brimstone is at the helm the rest of the day, and he spends time with the crew and others, bonding and understanding how they are together as a crew.
Roland's modified and tailored, robe of eyes, now a vest and gloves, is complete.
Mila goes below deck, to the core, the magical essence of the Horizon's Call, something that has restrained elementals, aberrations, and the hearts and minds of many, it seems, so far. It is a place where the High Fuckign Mage, Mila Twinberry, can find answers, connections, understandings to the Weave and how it influences, the powers, histories, and The Wall of Barur and its Faces of the King. There are many truths aboard the ship now, she reasons: there are many potentially powerful people here, and choices made by them can determine much of the destiny of the Grey Coast, and then maybe at a grander scale, Barur. The Sons of Dovah. The Prince of the Lost Storm King. The Servant of the Kraken. The Daughter of the Bloom. Her self. The Mystery of Roland. Now, even, supposedly, the Daughter of Bilin, the Sea Goddess. Thus, Mila casts a Legend Lore ritual and this new revelation, this daughter.
She is an infernal daughter, from an ancient song, one devil who took from the Sea Goddess, and from that union, one so ancient, the first to be wrought was that of Ome. Nethpione is a forgotten vestige of this. Through this, Mila is taken to the plane of water, a tidal wave to greet her, to wash her, to help her see the truth behind Bilin's Daughter now revealed. A key to the Wall, like the Dragon Lords of Old. She is something ancient, something keen. She is an ancient poem, and with the power of the wall. What could she do, who could use her power of their see to their advantage.
Mila does not know what to do, other than to meditate and think. She is covered not in sweat, but the salt of the sea.
The next morning, the crews are ignited with awareness, for the winds still are insensate, and through the night, they had to dodge and weave between the Pincers, as many call them, south of the Regent Isles. Later this morning, they know, they must past through the Main Pincers. It is was either this, or take another two days to circle more north, or another weak to sail all the way south and then back up east to Vesu, on the other side of the Regent Isles.
With this time to pause, and plan and wait, maps and the like--and Sasha can spend time gambling and time to sing and drink.
Ilknar is exhausted after being up all night, and Brimstone checks on him with, but Nethpione still sleeps, still sleeps.
Thus, he goes to Vareth, his brother, who is slowly waking up to replace Gyc for his nightly position on watch, on guard, in the armory--ready for the fleet. Brimstone wants to discuss the implications of so many inheritors to kingdoms aboard... the tensions rise as they near the Faces of the King, and even its Regency. Vareth is confused a bit, as he gets ready for the day, but he wants to help his brother. He will aid with the helm and the movings of the ship, knowing Lady Sasha is strong yes, but a nascent sailor. Vareth gives Brimstone a nice drink, one from lands far away, made from that of a beast called a Tarrasque. Brimstone drinks it readily; the day is already too complicated without it.
Roland brings some breakfast for Ilknar, and and maybe even for Nethpione, and he finds Ilknar ragged from sitting, more or less, in one position, awake for nearly a day.
Roland then asks the difficult question to Ilknar: What does she mean to you?
Ilknar fumbles with his answer, but it is apparent she means a lot more to him that he is willing to admit here and now. Ilknar compares, poorly, Roland's care for his suit for his care for Nethpione, but Roland does not buy it, for Nethpione is not replacable. Ilknar knows, and he admits, he cares for her for 10 to a 100 times more than Roland ever cares for his suit. The scenarios in Ilknar's head are endless. He is lost.
Roland then leaves to confer with Gyc, one to see what troubles him, and two, so that he, Gyc, and Pojin can take shifts to both help Ilknar with his duties as Bosun, but also give him time to rest as they watch over Nethpione. Asking Gyc, at first he deflects the human's concern away, but then the gith gauges Roland's sincerity, and he finds that the human must care, so he divulges worries of the other threats, those from alternate planes, those of the Mind Flayers, and their leaders the Trio. They fought them on beach near Feon, and months later, trying to take the Bloom, and then again, as assassins late at night--the Captain of this aberrations, Sherroum, must be one of the Trio, the same Trio who attacked Dhabi, a Kingdom that Gyc once hunted in, a time when he was a Revenant agains the fallen of the Trio's Wrath. Many of his people were lost, many years before this influence and calamity at Dhabi. Maybe now this is also happening with the Faces of the King, for we know they wanted the Bloom, and they almost had it.
They sail through the Main Pincers, at about 10 in the morning, and Geoge wishes to dive in, to see the Plane of Water, to maybe skirt to the Plane of Oozes, to find precious reagents he could use for precious potions, things maybe even to cure Firi's hand. A whirlpool forms on their way out, and the ahve to sail with deft controls, all of the fleet, but the Redwing which can fly above. Thus they are past, but with effort, and on the other side, and fishing vessle beckons them for their safety and an invite to the village nearby. Tarkoon. They agree, with a few joining the crew aboard.
While they pass over the Whirlpool, Ilknar sees that, hears that Nethpione awakes.
Mila teleports away, to a place from many years ago. The Collegia Arcanum, where she learned how to become the High Mage.
Meanwhile, Nethpione has began to step to the captain's level, to the back of the Call where the helm is, and she slips, and as she slips, she looks up at the captain, with an odd look of fear, or loss, or confusion. But, by the time the other crew see her, hear her fall to the ground, she begins to seize on the ground.
Brimstone gathers first to, and he calls upon his deity to allow healing to flow through his hands to her, but it does, but it also does not heal her; neither poison nor disease flows through her. With this, they call for Ganoi, who at first is distracted by the insensate wind that has groped around the Crimson Fleet since early this morning. But, seeing the throng of the crew around the fallen maiden, Nethpione, the goblin runs out side, at first wonders to use his herbs. Yet, he sees that Brimstone already attempted magic for the physical, so Ganoin begins his own psychic connections. He kneels down, rests her head in his lap, and he rests above her, his eyes closed, his fingers about her brow, cheeks, and mouth. Her mind's eye is clear, he says. He knows not what to do.
They decide to bring Nethpione into the Surgeon's Quarters, and they lay her on the table. Some begin to disperse, at Aikhon's orders, to go back to sailing through these intense winds. Roland joins Brimstone in the Surgeon's Quarters, and Roland needs to know how the ship's crew will continue, who will take the orders for the First Mate. Mila also joins, eventually, and she casts detect magic on the unconscious tiefling, Nethpione. A transmuted necromancy covers over her, and this worries Mila, for its intensity is quite strong.
Ilknar awakes, with Chatulkik telling much of the crew about the winds, the fall, and the seizure of the blue skinned girl. Now matter the application, Ilknar rushes upstairs, only to see the tail end of those crew going back to work or breakfast, and Mila going inside to join Brimstone (who tries to remove a curse, but it does not work), Roland, and Ganoi as they stand about the unconscious Nethpione in the Surgeon's Quarters. He chooses to wait, not wanting Mila nor the others to see his emotions, his worry.
After a few moments, the others leave, and Ilknar goes inside, and he looks over Nethpione, but he is unsure of what to do, of how to aid. He has a wild idea, and he takes Nethpione in his arms, and he calls upon the powers of his cloak, and he casts a dimension door for him and his weight, his love? And he teleports down below the surface of the waters, to the depths of the sea--where Nethpione is so intimately connected, where the storm listens to her whims and commands.
He breathes the water, and so does she as she rests and floats in his arms. The see the shadows of the boats above, and the see the rays of the sun above, and she just floats. So Ilknar prays, to the sea, to Bilin, to what Torth prays to, and he listens for a long while, while Nethpione floats in his hands. He waits for a long while, and he only hears the echoes, squeaks and moans of the sea, like listening into a sea shell.
Eventually the music of the sea forms a song, and in the song, he hears a voice, distant and close at the same time. Ancient and pure, new and distorted. She is learning, for you, for me, for her. Be patient, give time, my daughter is here.
Ilknar opens his eyes, and Nethpione all but smiles at him, still under the waves, still floating in his arms. He comes to a realization: she is Bilin, a vestige of the Goddess, but with some devilish influence, to be sure; but she is also something more. She was found during a time keen and sure, and she always had been there for Ilknar, an odd connection. She must be more; she is more. A magic and keen, a storm of power: the sceptre. She is the sceptre and the key, to the throne of the Storm, the true ruler of the Grey Coasts and The Faces of the King. With this realization, he swims back up to the ships.
Thankfully, by this point, the Crimons Fleet had stopped, at the Captain's request, for Ganoi called out, and many others saw, the strange disappearance of Ilknar and Nethpione. They know not of where, or when, they know not of what has happened.
Ilknar climbs aboard, and then takes some serious time to get the boat back in order, but they do nonetheless, and the fleet continues on while Ilknar brings Nethpione to her own room, something she has slightly modified over the last two years, almost three, that she has been part of the crew. It a larger room, with an alcove, and she has used boxes to step up to her raised hammock, almost like a hanging bunkbed. When she rests, and others like Mila, Aikhon, Brimstone, Roland, and Ganoi follow Ilknar below deck, both inside the room, and just outside in the officer's mess.
Ilknar explains, that she is a god, that she is here, and that she calmness and torrent of the sea. Roland does not believe, how could she be? She has Devil's Blood, they know, and they worry what that could mean. Imagine if she found a different crew, a different town, a different influence of her last two years? Brimstone laughs, and Ilknar shares looks to his captain and others that could be daggers. He begs to let them wait, and Roland needs to confirm with Brimstone who will act as her interrim leader.
There is a debate, maybe Vareth, maybe Sasha, but Sasha has the crew in her palm, her games, and stories, and demeanor--they do enjoy.
Ilknar waits with Nethpione, and he believes this more than anything. Her purpose, her part of the sea--they are all connected.
Brimstone leaves for more grog, and to breathe and think.
Mila sees Deoy on the way out, but she does not engage, knowing that will not be the time to confront Deoy for his actions by stealing her spellbook.
Chatulkik eventnually devilvers the change of position to Sasha, and she prepares her good clothes, her best gear, for such a title and succession. She takes this time to help the crew, and near the end of the day, some more gambling.
Brimstone is at the helm the rest of the day, and he spends time with the crew and others, bonding and understanding how they are together as a crew.
Roland's modified and tailored, robe of eyes, now a vest and gloves, is complete.
Mila goes below deck, to the core, the magical essence of the Horizon's Call, something that has restrained elementals, aberrations, and the hearts and minds of many, it seems, so far. It is a place where the High Fuckign Mage, Mila Twinberry, can find answers, connections, understandings to the Weave and how it influences, the powers, histories, and The Wall of Barur and its Faces of the King. There are many truths aboard the ship now, she reasons: there are many potentially powerful people here, and choices made by them can determine much of the destiny of the Grey Coast, and then maybe at a grander scale, Barur. The Sons of Dovah. The Prince of the Lost Storm King. The Servant of the Kraken. The Daughter of the Bloom. Her self. The Mystery of Roland. Now, even, supposedly, the Daughter of Bilin, the Sea Goddess. Thus, Mila casts a Legend Lore ritual and this new revelation, this daughter.
She is an infernal daughter, from an ancient song, one devil who took from the Sea Goddess, and from that union, one so ancient, the first to be wrought was that of Ome. Nethpione is a forgotten vestige of this. Through this, Mila is taken to the plane of water, a tidal wave to greet her, to wash her, to help her see the truth behind Bilin's Daughter now revealed. A key to the Wall, like the Dragon Lords of Old. She is something ancient, something keen. She is an ancient poem, and with the power of the wall. What could she do, who could use her power of their see to their advantage.
Mila does not know what to do, other than to meditate and think. She is covered not in sweat, but the salt of the sea.
The next morning, the crews are ignited with awareness, for the winds still are insensate, and through the night, they had to dodge and weave between the Pincers, as many call them, south of the Regent Isles. Later this morning, they know, they must past through the Main Pincers. It is was either this, or take another two days to circle more north, or another weak to sail all the way south and then back up east to Vesu, on the other side of the Regent Isles.
With this time to pause, and plan and wait, maps and the like--and Sasha can spend time gambling and time to sing and drink.
Ilknar is exhausted after being up all night, and Brimstone checks on him with, but Nethpione still sleeps, still sleeps.
Thus, he goes to Vareth, his brother, who is slowly waking up to replace Gyc for his nightly position on watch, on guard, in the armory--ready for the fleet. Brimstone wants to discuss the implications of so many inheritors to kingdoms aboard... the tensions rise as they near the Faces of the King, and even its Regency. Vareth is confused a bit, as he gets ready for the day, but he wants to help his brother. He will aid with the helm and the movings of the ship, knowing Lady Sasha is strong yes, but a nascent sailor. Vareth gives Brimstone a nice drink, one from lands far away, made from that of a beast called a Tarrasque. Brimstone drinks it readily; the day is already too complicated without it.
Roland brings some breakfast for Ilknar, and and maybe even for Nethpione, and he finds Ilknar ragged from sitting, more or less, in one position, awake for nearly a day.
Roland then asks the difficult question to Ilknar: What does she mean to you?
Ilknar fumbles with his answer, but it is apparent she means a lot more to him that he is willing to admit here and now. Ilknar compares, poorly, Roland's care for his suit for his care for Nethpione, but Roland does not buy it, for Nethpione is not replacable. Ilknar knows, and he admits, he cares for her for 10 to a 100 times more than Roland ever cares for his suit. The scenarios in Ilknar's head are endless. He is lost.
Roland then leaves to confer with Gyc, one to see what troubles him, and two, so that he, Gyc, and Pojin can take shifts to both help Ilknar with his duties as Bosun, but also give him time to rest as they watch over Nethpione. Asking Gyc, at first he deflects the human's concern away, but then the gith gauges Roland's sincerity, and he finds that the human must care, so he divulges worries of the other threats, those from alternate planes, those of the Mind Flayers, and their leaders the Trio. They fought them on beach near Feon, and months later, trying to take the Bloom, and then again, as assassins late at night--the Captain of this aberrations, Sherroum, must be one of the Trio, the same Trio who attacked Dhabi, a Kingdom that Gyc once hunted in, a time when he was a Revenant agains the fallen of the Trio's Wrath. Many of his people were lost, many years before this influence and calamity at Dhabi. Maybe now this is also happening with the Faces of the King, for we know they wanted the Bloom, and they almost had it.
They sail through the Main Pincers, at about 10 in the morning, and Geoge wishes to dive in, to see the Plane of Water, to maybe skirt to the Plane of Oozes, to find precious reagents he could use for precious potions, things maybe even to cure Firi's hand. A whirlpool forms on their way out, and the ahve to sail with deft controls, all of the fleet, but the Redwing which can fly above. Thus they are past, but with effort, and on the other side, and fishing vessle beckons them for their safety and an invite to the village nearby. Tarkoon. They agree, with a few joining the crew aboard.
While they pass over the Whirlpool, Ilknar sees that, hears that Nethpione awakes.
Mila teleports away, to a place from many years ago. The Collegia Arcanum, where she learned how to become the High Mage.
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