Session 18: The Price of Peace
At the start of the session, Silverclaw, the Alpha of the Lunar Concord, agreed to take his second, Ironfang, and the party to oversee the retrieval of the point of peace.
Travelling west along the grassland Bowshot Run, to the end, a small grass glade, with a dull mushroom circle awaits as Silverclaw holds his hand out for the provision of the Pin of Peace. At this point, Lucky reluctantly starts to filibuster, instead of handing it over, how about he uses it, instead of handing it over, why not give the reward for it first, Lucky's reticence having attuned to the item, his safety net of resurrection obvious to all. Silverclaw became visibly angered by this, slighted and offended he made motions to leave, finally howling for the pack. In the distance, figures move from the trees, wolf and human, elf, dwarf - Colmir swiftly takes the pin from Lucky and hands it over recognising an unnecessary fight against their better wisdom.
Disgruntled and angered, Silverclaw uses the Pin to activate the Mushroom circle, the brown mushrooms, morphing into large bright red and white spotted mushrooms and disappearing without acknowledging those around him.
The party, seeing their 'loot' disappear with him, swiftly follow;
into a grand hall, the archway behind shimmering with a vision of the bowshot run behind, a huge antechamber, dominated by a gigantic archway at one end leading to nowhere but the wall behind. A sarcophagus with a figure of a bronze armoured individual, and in the middle of the room, glowing crystals emanate power. Each side flanked by a giant bronze statue with disproportionately tiny helmet. The walls, solid stone, lead to a ceiling made of boughs, and branches of trees, melding into the stone, a solid, yet permeable wall of wood and stick, but also movement.
Spotted, as they descend, a legion of Squirrels, oddly and charmingly clad in studded leather armours and tiny silvered spears descend to the chamber floor.
The lead squirrel, introduces himself as "the mighty ARGENTO!! Guardian of the Peace"
"ARGENTO - I am worthy - I have Boeshoren's Pin take me to the Point" - Silverclaw intones.
The squirrel stands its ground against SIlverclaw their sizes vast.
"Peace is a weapon, sharp and silent. It grants time to sow alliances, rebuild armies, and plant the seeds of dominance. A clever leader does more in peace than a foolish one achieves in war."
"But Peace is not a place. It is not a state. It is a choice. To find peace, you must see clearly, focus your intent, and act. Only then can you overcome the chaos of Fury." "We will overcome nothing! We will return to our home!" - Silverclaw growls - then steps forward "Now step aside or bear my wrath" Argento cocks his head to you - "Peace without strength is a lie. Fury thrives when conflict is suppressed, not resolved. To stand against Fury, you must embody the strength to face it, for peace is only found once the violence has faded."
Silverclaw frustrated by Argento's oddly squeaky philosophy readies to swing at the lead squirrel, as Ironfang readied himself and shouted "Now!!"
The squirrels charge regimented and fearless, whilst two clamber inside the statues, which come to life and turn to the party.
The squirrels immediately swarm Silverclaw and to his surprise, grapple him down - the party, Ironfang send everything they have into this powerful Alpha werewolf, Colmir, protective of his furry friends, became a giant snake and engulfs silverfang restraining him to the stabs and prods of squirrel spears and party slashes.
However, as the statues approach, it appears they make no distinction between Silverfang and the battle continues regardless. Silverfang attempts to heal through the damage, but it is too much to bear. Round after round of beating and slashing, hardly ever able to escape the druids snakelike crushing grasp, Shadow misty stepped away away from the squirrels and hits silverfang with a massive blast, his body broken, his entrails spill through the crushing grasp of the snake.
However, Lucky's sleep spell had put down most of the squirrels, and despite a failed attempt at an acrobatic jump and head pull from a statue , they appear relentless, taking massive punishment, but nearly melting under magical spell attacks, finally one is toppled.
Negotiations were shouted out, Peace called for, and the squirrels momentarily abate, a squirrel pops its head out of the magical statue (or Squirrel Mech) to listen - only to fall into Luckys sleep spell again.
The party ,battered from these automaton statues, tie up the poor squirrels in nets and strings, only a few killed, Ironfang having ate one, and slashed another, but mostly the squirrels unharmed, the party investigates the chamber.
Attempting to crack open the Sarcophagus, and raid the tomb, Solas is dominated by the feeling of disapproval from his god, Helm. As ironfang smashes the sarcophagus, his flames barely hurting the werewolf alpha fail to prevent the descecration of the corpse within - dusty bones the only prize - and Helm's fury is felt.
The party sit to rest, and consider their next steps; a doorway with an indentation of an olive twig, a giant archway utterly pointless in its position, a realisation, that the only one who claimed to know how to reach Fury is now a puddle of flesh, not to mention other secrets of the Warm Waterfall, now unknowable - but also no point to be found.
We will find out next time in; Whose a Fey of the Big Bad Wolf?
Travelling west along the grassland Bowshot Run, to the end, a small grass glade, with a dull mushroom circle awaits as Silverclaw holds his hand out for the provision of the Pin of Peace. At this point, Lucky reluctantly starts to filibuster, instead of handing it over, how about he uses it, instead of handing it over, why not give the reward for it first, Lucky's reticence having attuned to the item, his safety net of resurrection obvious to all. Silverclaw became visibly angered by this, slighted and offended he made motions to leave, finally howling for the pack. In the distance, figures move from the trees, wolf and human, elf, dwarf - Colmir swiftly takes the pin from Lucky and hands it over recognising an unnecessary fight against their better wisdom.
Disgruntled and angered, Silverclaw uses the Pin to activate the Mushroom circle, the brown mushrooms, morphing into large bright red and white spotted mushrooms and disappearing without acknowledging those around him.
The party, seeing their 'loot' disappear with him, swiftly follow;
into a grand hall, the archway behind shimmering with a vision of the bowshot run behind, a huge antechamber, dominated by a gigantic archway at one end leading to nowhere but the wall behind. A sarcophagus with a figure of a bronze armoured individual, and in the middle of the room, glowing crystals emanate power. Each side flanked by a giant bronze statue with disproportionately tiny helmet. The walls, solid stone, lead to a ceiling made of boughs, and branches of trees, melding into the stone, a solid, yet permeable wall of wood and stick, but also movement.
Spotted, as they descend, a legion of Squirrels, oddly and charmingly clad in studded leather armours and tiny silvered spears descend to the chamber floor.
The lead squirrel, introduces himself as "the mighty ARGENTO!! Guardian of the Peace"
"ARGENTO - I am worthy - I have Boeshoren's Pin take me to the Point" - Silverclaw intones.
The squirrel stands its ground against SIlverclaw their sizes vast.
"Peace is a weapon, sharp and silent. It grants time to sow alliances, rebuild armies, and plant the seeds of dominance. A clever leader does more in peace than a foolish one achieves in war."
"But Peace is not a place. It is not a state. It is a choice. To find peace, you must see clearly, focus your intent, and act. Only then can you overcome the chaos of Fury." "We will overcome nothing! We will return to our home!" - Silverclaw growls - then steps forward "Now step aside or bear my wrath" Argento cocks his head to you - "Peace without strength is a lie. Fury thrives when conflict is suppressed, not resolved. To stand against Fury, you must embody the strength to face it, for peace is only found once the violence has faded."
Silverclaw frustrated by Argento's oddly squeaky philosophy readies to swing at the lead squirrel, as Ironfang readied himself and shouted "Now!!"
The squirrels charge regimented and fearless, whilst two clamber inside the statues, which come to life and turn to the party.
The squirrels immediately swarm Silverclaw and to his surprise, grapple him down - the party, Ironfang send everything they have into this powerful Alpha werewolf, Colmir, protective of his furry friends, became a giant snake and engulfs silverfang restraining him to the stabs and prods of squirrel spears and party slashes.
However, as the statues approach, it appears they make no distinction between Silverfang and the battle continues regardless. Silverfang attempts to heal through the damage, but it is too much to bear. Round after round of beating and slashing, hardly ever able to escape the druids snakelike crushing grasp, Shadow misty stepped away away from the squirrels and hits silverfang with a massive blast, his body broken, his entrails spill through the crushing grasp of the snake.
However, Lucky's sleep spell had put down most of the squirrels, and despite a failed attempt at an acrobatic jump and head pull from a statue , they appear relentless, taking massive punishment, but nearly melting under magical spell attacks, finally one is toppled.
Negotiations were shouted out, Peace called for, and the squirrels momentarily abate, a squirrel pops its head out of the magical statue (or Squirrel Mech) to listen - only to fall into Luckys sleep spell again.
The party ,battered from these automaton statues, tie up the poor squirrels in nets and strings, only a few killed, Ironfang having ate one, and slashed another, but mostly the squirrels unharmed, the party investigates the chamber.
Attempting to crack open the Sarcophagus, and raid the tomb, Solas is dominated by the feeling of disapproval from his god, Helm. As ironfang smashes the sarcophagus, his flames barely hurting the werewolf alpha fail to prevent the descecration of the corpse within - dusty bones the only prize - and Helm's fury is felt.
The party sit to rest, and consider their next steps; a doorway with an indentation of an olive twig, a giant archway utterly pointless in its position, a realisation, that the only one who claimed to know how to reach Fury is now a puddle of flesh, not to mention other secrets of the Warm Waterfall, now unknowable - but also no point to be found.
We will find out next time in; Whose a Fey of the Big Bad Wolf?
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