Showdown in The Fen

Criminal Activity

The CR5 finds themselves in the midst of some suspicious activity in Bewylndir.

Session 77: Dream theory at Ecarus
Following Chi's lead, the group investigated the BTAM warehouse in the Fen. Sal scouted the exterior as a rat, spotted multiple guards, but was discovered when a guard hit him with a rock, breaking his polymorph. Luckily, Sal still donned is prosthetic chin and the rest of his disguise dimension-doored to safety, or so he thought. Only a few moments later on the way to Elmo’s house, a massive explosion near the Magisterium Hold rocked the city. The group rushed toward the explosion but found their way block when they encountered a suspicious woman with yellow slit eyes. Eri tried to apprehend her, but she vanished after a failed suggestion spell—just before the party was ambushed by hostile figures, leading into combat.

  Session 78: Showdown in The Fen
As the fight broke out, the strange woman appeared from the rooftops declaring “No loose ends” to her crew and flinging spell after spell down at the party. Down on the ground, a gang of tough guys, dragonborn speedwalkers, skeazy bugbears, No-nonsense gals, and the occasional giant flying snake assaulted the party from all sides. During this onslaught, over half the party spawn three additional versions of themselves, Vel’s weapon finally spoke back to him in a with the tone of a proper Englishman, and an additional spirit appeared to aid Brogg who took the form of a big-game hunting Giff. Although you all got pretty battered, one by one the thugs were picked off, a pile of headless bodies beneath Tem and Eri, an armored bruiser bisected, dragonborn smeared, and no-nonsense gal unceremoniously fallen to the ground dead. Sal magically convinces the Strange Woman to step down, causing her to vanish from sight, leaving only bruisin’ battlemage who attempts to make a break for it. Vel, who’d been basically out of commission the whole fight, finally snaps to quick enough to pursue and obstruct the mage. The rest of you all decide you have to make a speedy exit, right after a quick loot, but as luck would have it, approximately 10 M.I.S.T. decided to go and teleport in right then and there, and surround the majority of your group. With the mages’ battle staves pointed at you all, the northern most-decorated one shouts out: “Hault! Lower your weapons!”