Session 20231116 Amira
General Summary
Bertrum's Journal
'Tis a narrative woven with threads of peril and destiny as we venture toward Halta, a realm beset by an impending darkness. The looming dread of the Wyld Hunt, sworn adversaries of Solar Exalted, shadows our path, a concern heavy upon my thoughts.
Upon our journey's unfolding, preparations burgeoned. The "Whispering Quill," crafted for communication, was delivered to Raneth, and Fear Eater, entrusted with the Bull of the North's letter, sought diplomatic immunity for us from the Queen of Halta. A force of heavy infantry, along with cold iron daggers, was arranged to thwart potential Fair Folk threats.
In our cautious pursuit, we sought refuge at Resplendent Peak, a respite from possible encounters with the Fair Folk. And having rested, our passage down rivers and canals led us to Chanta.
Our arrival prompted a flurry of activity, red tape, and formalities before an audience with the Queen. Her acceptance of our aid against the undead threat, coupled with diplomatic protection akin to that of the Realm's embassy, was a boon in the face of looming conflict.
The Wyld Hunt's presence in Chanta had us on edge. An official meeting was arranged, tension taut in the air. We, Lyris and I, chose not to hide our Solar nature, defying their staunch opposition. Yet, within their company, a hidden essence concealed behind a façade hinted at a possible Sidereal guise.
Post-meeting, amidst informal exchanges, a note passed surreptitiously into my hands, detailing an urgent plea for help. A prisoner, captured by corrupt nobles and destined for the Wyld Hunt's grasp, awaited rescue at the Golden Blossom Tea House.
In a stratagem of guile and deception, Nightshade, assuming a disguised role, surreptitiously laced the tea with a narcotic. Her actions unveiled a captive ensnared by mystical bonds, none other than Amira, the cherished love of my soul.
Our reunion, however longed-for, bore a truth unspoken: a soul bond that traversed epochs, a sanctified union of Solar and Lunar heritage. Despite my ardent yearning, Amira held back, deeming our readiness not yet met.
Returning to the barracks, our discussions unfolded, unveiling Amira's quest to locate me, an odyssey that spanned lands and lifetimes. Her Exaltation, akin to mine, a result of our celestial ties, kindled a connection that transcended space and time.
Her story entwined with mine, a pursuit traversing realms from Nexus to Kajeth and Chanta. Unveiling her Exalted nature amidst Kajeth's treacherous nobility, she sought to confront the same corruption we once challenged.
Now, she's set to join us in the impending battle. Fear gnaws at my core, for her safety amidst the battlefield's tumult weighs heavily upon me. Yet, bound by the threads of her spirit and choice, I cannot deny her the call to wield her strength in the looming conflict.
Yours,
Bertrum B.
Nightshade's Journal
With the sun shining above us my companion and I made our way to the Golden Blossom Tea House, an opulent establishment in the magnificent city of Chanta. It was here that we had heard rumour of another exalted being held captive, awaiting their fait and the Hunt to catch up with them.
Dressed in rich fabrics and adorned with jewellery that concealed my true nature, we entered the tea house. The rich and exotic scent of teas hung in the air. With measured steps and surreptitious glances I made my way to the proprietor of the Golden Blossom, ordering a private room to plan our next move.
It was then that I noticed another private room, my attention focussing on the guards that greeted a companion after a simple code was rapped upon the door. Quickly discerning that this room was likely the one containing the captive we sought to liberate, my erstwhile companion and I retired to our room.
With practiced precision I activated my mystical shape-shifting ability, the noble attire morphing into the unassuming garb of a tea house waitress. I blended seamlessly with the staff, a phantom in their midst.
A tray laden cups of tea became my disguise, concealing the potent sleeping draft I had dosed them with.
I approached the door, giving the simple code, and passed the tray into the room, leaving quietly with a polite smile and waiting for the narcotic to take effect.
As the effects took hold the guards succumbed to the magical draft and drifted off, leaving their ward unguarded.
With cautious steps I slipped through the door. A graceful female figure sat bound in chains, surrounded by slumbering men, one of whom I recognised as the villain who had been extorting shop holders in another of Haltas magnificent cities.
With determination I set to work, my fingers dancing over the mystical locks that held her captive. The chains yielded to my delicate touch, falling to the ground, pocketing the device (and the valuables off the slumbering villain) we made our escape.