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Myth: A New Age CYOA

Discussion in 'Choose Your Own Adventure Land' started by Fangshi, Jan 15, 2014.

  1. Nevill Arcane

    Jun 6, 2009
    Shadorwun: Hong Kong
    "But it is not this day!" (c) Aragorn.

    I've been rereading the history of Myth, and I have a question to ask.

    Why exactly was it that the Light won the First War with the death of Balor?

    The Narrator believed this was the case:
    But as we have seen, the Fallen did not lose their powers in the slighrest, and are still some of the strongest mages in the Universe. The undead armies are perfectly capable of being supported by necromancers, whom the Watcher is currently powering from beyond his grave.

    There wasn't much left of the Fallen Lords for this to influence the events of the war in the first place. The Watcher got stoned, the Deceiver was drowned and frozen alive, Shiver was killed in the beginning of the campaign, and the Lurker, The Bonesplitter and the Faceless weren't heard from for some time by then.

    So what was it that stopped the assault? The armies of the Light did not have their cities anymore, nor did they have their armies, losing what was left of the Legion at the walls of Rhi'Anon. They had neither numbers, nor stamina to resist any longer.

    Why then did the Soulblighter flee? Why did the armies collapse? Why did the necromancers back down? What happened to their forces in the West which Alric have declared fallen before his final push on Balor's fortress?

    I can understand Myrmidons crumbling to dust, as they were fueled solely by Balor's power, but why the rest happened the way it did?
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  2. Karwelas Dwarf Taffer

    May 12, 2014
    "Mostly Harmless" planet
    I had a dream... that one day this nation will get update that it need so much.
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  3. Fangshi Arcane

    Jan 9, 2014
    The stupidity of Soulblighter?

    The man really was a complete and absolute failure and he was the only Fallen Lord still standing by the end.

    He got scared and ran away while what was left of the population of the west struck back.

    Infighting. As soon as Balor lost the ability to control them they fell on each other. Every single army dissolved into competing factions.

    Why is water wet?

    Why is Soulblighter a failure?

    It is simply a condition of being Soulblighter.

    I mean here is a guy that can polymorph himself into a flock of crows and is a complete combat beast. He could have turned himself into crows, flew into Alric's room at night and beaten him to death with his bare hands but instead he chose to wait sixty years and rely on others to achieve all of his successes.

    The man was an incompetent.

    They all wanted to rule over the ruins of the world and none wanted to share so they killed each other. The winners were then murdered by the forces of the Light.

    The fir'Bolg and Skrael dealt with most of the remaining undead in the North while the Forest Giants purged everything near the Forest Heart.

    The dwarves also managed to kill quite a few necromancers when they formed up and began the great migration back to the Kingdom.

    The humans got the worst of the war so they actually played a fairly minor role in actual combat, largely relying on their allies to provide numbers while they provided the organization.

    The Brannons actually played an important role in many of those battles as well, helps to explain why they managed to grab as much power as they have though it was far from the only reason.

    Alric personally had to spend years hunting shades and clearing out the pockets of the Province that they were ruling but he was the most powerful active archmage at that point by a fair margin so it was not that difficult.

    All of that being said, the single largest cause of casualties for the Dark after the War was infighting amongst the Shades and necromancer generals. They killed more of each other than all other factors combined.

    This is not that surprising really since without Fallen Lords to rule over them the necromancers and shades quickly reverted to their natural tendencies.

    Although, even without Soulblighter's involvement it still was 'touch and go' for about twenty years after the Great War.

    Also I think I owe you all an update right?

    It is only a week and a half late... :negative:

    I better do something about that, just give me a bit to copy it over and I will post it. :salute:
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  4. Fangshi Arcane

    Jan 9, 2014
    Chapter 68: Insubordination

    Bit of a breeze this evening.

    The sun has abandoned you and with its departure the heat of the desert is rapidly giving way to a desperate, biting cold. It wraps itself around you, doing its best to claw through your thick cloak to the leather, cloth and finally flesh beneath it.

    The darkness and sharp cold of the new born night neatly reflects your own state. Trapped between undesirable courses, the twisting dunes that stretch before match perfectly your own barren thoughts.

    To fight, to flee, to surrender, this choice and the prospects of ruin that it brings, it casts a shifting shadow over your mind.

    The shadow of desperation.

    The shadow of fear.

    The shadow of failure.

    The shadow of-

    Ah, to hell with it. No one ever attained anything by fixating on what could wrong.

    Best to just assume you will succeed and go from there, right?

    Push for what you know you want, push for what you know you need.

    “Alright,” you answer quietly, perhaps a little unsure at first.

    “Hmmm?” King Finnbheara answers, “Alright what?”

    “Alright,” you repeat yourself, a little louder now, “We will submit to your tests.”

    The decision is made now, you are committed and that makes everything else just so much easier.

    “Marvelous,” he replies, raising an arm.

    He shouts a number of quick orders to his people, nothing you can understand though, their language is unlike anything you have come across yet. Not that you pay him much mind, no, you are still busy working out the details of your plan.

    You will not fight here.

    That would be beyond stupid as your line has already been compromised.

    It is true that you may be able to drive back the King and his fellows, you might even be able to defeat his column of cavalry provided Berty can hit enough of them with the mortars but you would lose people in what would be an entirely pointless battle.

    You are better than that, smarter than that, so you will cooperate for now.

    You glance over your shoulder at the Old Man, he is all smiles at the moment, but then his mind is not quite his own. The trio of fey creatures sway slowly around him, maintaining their distance. You strongly doubt he will approve of your decision when they finally let him go and you desperately hope he does not lash out at you.

    That is another battle you hope to avoid but one problem at a time, one life-threatening, demanding, frustrating problem at a time...

    If you survive Finnbheara's attention with mind and body intact then, and only then, will you worry about the Old Man.

    You briefly consider threatening Finnbheara, or at the very least taking a hard line with him.

    After all, it worked for Berty and the Old Man might actually approve, and yet...

    No, that will not serve your purposes. You want to strike an alliance with these beings, you want their help when it comes to fighting the Watcher and the other threats to the Kingdom.

    No, you will not be abrasive, you will not be demanding, you will do the reasonable thing, you will do the expected thing.


    You clear your throat, once more catching the King's attention, “We have conditions though.”

    “Conditions?” the King inquires, thoroughly amused, “What sorts of conditions?”

    “First,” you begin, “We will require an oath of silence from you and your people. We will submit to your scans but if you do not find ties between us and the Watcher, the Dark or those that hold ill will toward Albrecht's Kingdom. Then you will say nothing to anyone, ever, understood?”

    He nods intently, “That should not be a problem. We are only after allies and slaves of the Watcher. My people will swear your oath.”

    He turns from you back to his people.

    Hmmm, bit rude that.

    You clear your throat again, “I am not done.”

    “Really,” he speaks, slight irritation creeping into his tone, “What else?”

    “I want your word that you will allow everyone that passes your tests to proceed unmolested to the main army,” he turns and nods as you speak, “You will not directly or indirectly interfere with any of my people so long as they pass.”

    You wait for him to repeat your words, “I will not directly or indirectly interfere with any of your people so long as they pass, and-” he adds with a sweet smile, “Neither shall any under my command.”

    “Good,” you grin, “One more thing. You will personally conduct the scans of my companions and myself in private.”

    He beams brightly as he surveys your group, “Well, now that is a request that it would be my absolute pleasure to carry out.”

    “Berty will, of course, act as chaperone,” you are quick to add which deflates the King a little.

    “For the best a' everyone no doubt!” Berty chimes in, dramatically waving his blade.

    The eternal serenity of the King is for a moment broken as he does his best to bore a hole through your tactician with his gaze, he exhales slowly, “Aye, that would probably be for the best. Cropper! Be a good lad and set up my tent, this may take a while.”


    You are not sure why, but when Finn, and he now insists you call him Finn, said tent you just assumed he meant some small, ratty thing like what you have been using for the last several years.

    A small, canvas enclosure only just capable of keeping out the wind and rain.

    Really, you should have known better.

    What kind of King would settle for such a thing?

    No, Finn's tent is something far more magnificent. Far more imposing.

    Walls of red satin, a roof of white silk, grand chairs, thrones essentially, of solid oak with cushions of crimson velvet and one of the largest, finest, tables you have ever seen.

    It is at this table that you are all seated. You sit to Finn's right and your better half sits to his left. Beside you sits Lyssa and beside her sits Berty. Finally the girls sit next to them, Biliku on your end and Uttu across from her.

    Nine is still safely in your pack, now at Berty's side. Your tactician readily accepted the burden of caring for her. You had hoped to hide her from the King but his through scans eventually revealed her location.

    Thankfully he agreed that it is best not to wake her prematurely and further agreed to leave her in your care. His reasoning was sound, whether she will work for good or ill in the future, she is not currently an ally or servant of the Watcher and so she is not his problem.

    You suspect that he is as thankful for that excuse as you are. You doubt he would know what to do with her if he got her.

    Nine was not the only thing that Finn's scans revealed, however he readily agreed to speak of these matters in private.

    All told while he is naturally very distracting he has not been that unreasonable. Small miracles you guess...

    As for your presence at this table, you and your allies are currently waiting for dinner.

    Finn was kind enough to offer you something while you wait for his people to finish with your own men and you do have a great deal to talk about as well.

    Berty was also quite kind. He kindly reminded the King of his oath, he kindly reminded the King that none of you would be eating or drinking anything the King could give you.

    Finn to his credit, did not protest and assured your tactician that he had no intention of feeding you the food of his people. Still, you wonder what the King would have given you and what effect it may have had to make Berty so terribly insistent.

    A shame you can not recall much of anything about Finn's people, perhaps you will have to have a long talk with Berty when this is over. As you mull over the idea your lazy gaze is drawn to the edge of the great table and you focus in on the delicate and stunning inlays in its surface.

    All along its edges an intricate tale unfolds, tiny men and beasts of metal move, acting out the same screens time and time again. At the foot of the table, hunters and hounds of inlaid silver chase after great beasts of gold and copper. They bring the beasts to battle and cut them down. Servants of brass and iron set to work bleeding, cutting and curing them. Then finally, in one magnificent procession they carry them, along with fat plates of fruit, nuts, and fish of every description toward a grand banquet of flowing quicksilver at the head of the table.

    The section directly in front of you details a mere fraction of the procession. A roasted boar, a half dozen pike and a plate of plums twice the size of the 'man' carrying it march past your gaze. Over and over, they follow the same pattern, disappearing at the end of your panel and reappearing on the other side, back at their beginnings.

    The illusions woven into this table are absolutely magnificent, entrancing in their complexity. The mage in you is completely consumed in the task of discovering just how they were created, and how they continue to function on their own. Thaïs and Finn are running over the details, no one is watching you and so you indulge your curiosity a little.

    You focus on the little man with the plums, peering as closely as you can without drawing attention to yourself and he does something that almost makes you jump to your feet in surprise.

    He stops in his endless parade, he turns to face you, the tiny steel dots of his eyes locking onto your own green eyes, and he mouths the words...

    'Kill me'.

    “Something wrong Derryth?” Lyssa asks when she notices the look of stunned horror that sweeps onto your face.

    “Finn?” you begin, “This may be an odd question but the images carved into this table, are they alive?”

    “Well, that really depends on your definition of 'alive', doesn't it?” the King answers soothingly.

    Not really the answer you were looking for, you press him a little, “Well, are they sentient?”

    He does not answer right away, “Derryth, they are barely above the level of beasts. They kill, they steal, they do not show proper respect, they are, and were, animals and so, like base, useless beasts they were given a purpose.”

    A great many fine words to say very little of actual meaning, so you insist, “Were they people or are they constructs? Do they know they are trapped on the table's surface? Do they want out?”

    You fix your gaze on the King, he snorts, “Fine, they were people, but they are no longer people. They know they are trapped for this is a punishment and it would not serve well if they did not,” he raps on the table, “And no doubt they want out but that is not to be their fate. Happy?”

    Not really, no, you have a few more questions, “What did they do?”

    “They hurt my people,” he answers coldly, “Or tried to.”

    “So this table is a prison then?” your better half interjects.

    “Very much so,” the King responds, “I would advise simple ignoring them. If they do not think they can get an audience they will go back to their labour.”

    Admittedly, you can not really pass judgment on the King though you do find the idea of eating on top of a prison to be a bit off-putting.

    You push for more answers, “What precisely did they do? And what would it cost to free them?”

    The King, clearly done with the subject, answers briefly, “None of your business my dear lady and it would cost a princely sum to free them all.”

    Hmmm, you suppose it really is not your problem though perhaps you could trade for the release of these prisoners of wood and metal. You doubt you will get more information from the King though and it is completely possible that these beings deserve the fate they have been given.

    Dinner comes shortly after, it is light and simple, comprised of common dishes to be found in the Kingdom. All of it is thoroughly mundane though Berty insists on inspecting each dish before any of you try it. You are not sure if he does it out of concern for your well being or a desire to secure the best of everything for himself as he packs away several plates full by the time the rest of you begin.

    Dinner passes to drinks and then to proper conversation and Finn's concerns.

    He decides to simply list them all calmly, almost casually, he enumerates all the little things you have been so afraid of getting out, “Where to begin? Nine, your amalgamated archmage; Lyssa, the former necromancer; your extensive dealings with Morpheus and Sparassidae; Nephila; Nanshe and her 'Golden Empire'-” he sighs, “Such a list of allies, such interesting arrangements, honestly, given the company you keep I think it would only be natural to assume that you serve the Dark. At the very least, that you serve one of the Dark Gods, and yet- and yet you do not, do you?”

    “We do not serve the Dark,” you answer as one, “Or any god, dark or otherwise.”

    He holds your gaze and then that of your partner, he nods slowly, sipping on his ale, “I know. Our methods are ancient and while they are not infallible they would be able to detect that, at least. Still, your choice of companions leave something to be desired.”

    “Who do you mean?” you both inquire.

    “Let us begin with the Fallen Lords,” he closes his eyes, shaking his head, “All three of them.”

    You decide to begin with Nine, by far the easier case to defend, “She is not a Fallen Lord, she is not of the Dark.”

    You can not know that, even as you say it your mind reminds you of that fact. Rather it is something you feel, an understanding that comes long before reason and lingers well after its parting.

    A work of intuition, the same thing that has seen you carry her, care for her, protect her for months now.

    “She is dangerous,” the King answers softly.

    “She is,” Thaïs acknowledges readily, “She is very dangerous. Still-”

    You pick up the threads of her thought, passing the meaning of your thoughts with a single shared nod, “She is one of us. She is not a Fallen Lord and she is not of the Dark.”

    The King shrugs, “As I said earlier when the issue first arose. I have no intention of taking her from you. Frankly, she would be far more trouble than I would ever willingly court. I merely warn-”

    Thaïs does not let him finish, “And we thank you for your concern but she is our responsibility.”

    He laughs at that, “Your 'responsibility,' you realize that with both Culwyeh and Ravanna's knowledge she is quite possibly the third or fourth powerful being in existence? Each of the Fallen Lords that went into her making was a terrifying-” he pauses, mindful of what he saw in your minds, “I am not telling you a thing you do not already know, am I? You were there, in her mind, hell, you have done more to empower her than anyone else.”

    “We have done more to fix her,” you insist, “Than anyone else. She is one of us and she is our responsibility.”

    He smiles solemnly, “May your loyalty be repaid a thousand fold,” he bows slightly, “As for the other Fallen Lord.”

    Lyssa finally chimes in, “Not our fault.”

    “Yes,” the King pours himself a new drink deep, earthy and dark, “I know, don't worry, I am not accusing you of anything. Though...” he raises the drink to his lips, savoring it, “Others will not be so understanding...”

    You know he means Mazzarin, though he never mentions the Great Windbag's name and in truth maybe you do owe the archmage an apology. Keeping Faceless did not exactly turn out the way you thought it would but it did not end horribly either.

    Sure, Faceless threatened the lives of everyone you hold dear but he was good to his, or her as the case may be, word. The former Fallen Lord subdued your enemies and left your allies alive if a little worse for wear.

    “Well, we did not willingly free Faceless,” you remind the King, pouring yourself a glass as you do so, “If Mazzarin wishes to punish us for not throwing our lives away there is precious little we can do about it.”

    The King tilts his head, taking in your of cool confidence, “He does not scare you does he?”

    You shrug and glance at your partner, she shrugs and answers, letting you finish your drink, “Not particularly.”

    The King blinks in disbelief, “He could kill you in a second.”

    “Yes,” you acknowledge after lowering your drink, “But the way we see it is like so, if the old bastard kills us then we win.”

    “What?” The King presses you, grinning in spite of himself, "Please explain, my dear lady."

    Berty begins to laugh.

    Thaïs elaborates, “He is so much more powerful than us that there is little we can do to stop him. Killing us would be absolutely trivial for him but it would also clearly demonstrate that he is not the Champion of the Light he claims to be.”

    The King shakes his head in slowly, still grinning, “So if he kills you...”

    “We win,” you conclude triumphantly, “And he would know it, to the very marrow of his bones, to the very end of his years, he would know that his existence is meaningless.”

    The King blinks again, “You would be dead.”

    Berty takes a deep wheezing breath, desperate for air though he can't stop chuckling.

    “We would win,” you answer together.

    “I-” Finn begins to laugh.

    Berty cuts in, “Now you see why I stick with them.”

    Finn nods vigorously, doing his best to master himself, “Yes, I am beginning to understand, Berty,” the King, still laughing, throws his hands up, “They are as mad as you are! The rest of my concerns? Forget them! You are just like Berty, half mad and a servant to no one! I only hope that you do not get yourselves killed before you can achieve something infinitely entertaining!”

    Someone whistles from well beyond the entrance of the tent, Finn gracefully pushes back from the table and rises, “Ah, that would be Cropper. One moment please.”

    When Finn returns it is with a stack of paper, he sorts through the pages muttering here and there as be paces around the back of the tent. When he finally sits he delivers the results of his followers' tests on your men, “The Seekers are clear of any connection to the Watcher or the Dark and they do not wish any particular ill to befall Albrecht's Kingdom. They may not be innocent in the strictest terms of the word but according to our pact we shall keep their secrets and allow them to travel on their way in peace. The same can be said for your mercenaries, the former Legionaires are all without any hidden allegiances and the dwarves you are directly employing have no ties to the Watcher, the Dark or anyone seeking to destroy the Kingdom. Your Royal Escort however is compromised, about a third of them serve the Watcher and I will need to detain them, I am sorry.”

    Well, that is a bit of a blow but it is better to find out now rather than later. One less batch of traitors to deal with you suppose, though now you are more than a little concerned about what will greet you when you reach the main army. If the Watcher's people have managed to enslave members of the King's own guard then how many more in the military have already fallen?

    If you can not trust your own allies then that makes an alliance with Finn's people all the more important, you take this moment to broach the subject, “Of course you may take them. That was our agreement after all, but there is another matter we would like to discuss as well.”

    Arms folded behind his back he grins and motions for you to continue.

    “By my count, there are at least five factions involved in this struggle but only two of them are not hostile to Light and to Dwarven Kingdom-” he does not let you finish, instead raising a single hand.

    It seems the King knows exactly what you intend to ask, “You are, of course, referring to my people and your own. No doubt you seek to propose an alliance, correct?”

    “Yes, quite,” your partner informs him in your stead.

    “I see no real problem with that,” he replies, “I can only speak for myself, mind you, not all of my people but as I am in command here that should be more than sufficient. Our first order of business should be to establish a means of communication.”

    Well, this is going well! You even have an idea about how to communicate effectively, “Yes, and I think I have a solution. Cropper mentioned that the horn in his possession is able to call out to your host over vast distances. Would that be sufficient to our needs?”

    Finn stokes his chin, “Yes- yes it might be. So long as my host is within a day's travel, by foot, we should be able to hear the horn and respond promptly,” he grins and calls to his man, “Cropper, I know you are lurking out there boy! Get in here! I have a task for you!”

    No sooner are the words from the King's lips than the Hunter bounds into the tent, “Mi'lord,” he bows slightly, likely the smallest token of respect he could get away with, “What do you need me doing?”

    The Hare Hunter smiles innocently at his lord.

    The King will have none of it, “You know damn well what I need done,” he replies with a exaggerated grunt, feigned annoyance that does a poor job of concealing his fondness for the Hunter. You suspect this is a bit of a ritual for the two of them, “How much of our conversation have you been listening to?”

    “Hardly any at all,” Cropper reassures his Lord, “Only that you will be wanting me to escort Cousin Derry, Cousin Taide and Cosuin Lys for a time.”

    “And what do you think of our plan,” the amused King enquires.

    “Sounds like a good bit of fun!” Hare Hunter answers with a wink, “Fallen Lords, an' necromancers, an' demons, oh my!” he breaks into manic laughter, “Good fun Cousins! Good fun!”

    “Alright, alright,” the King waves him off, the twinkle in his eye at odds with the scowl on his face, “Go prepare, or pester someone else for a moment, unless you want me to call for the Laignach Faelad.”

    You are not sure what a 'Laignach Faelad' is, or are, however the threat, even put forward in jest, has a marked effect on Cropper.

    His ears go flat, and the confidence runs out of him for a moment, “Ah, Mi'lord, you don't need to be doing that, you do not need to be doing that at all. I will see to my things and I shall be ready when needed!” he bows to the King, then to each of you and quickly backs out of the chamber.

    Finn breaks the silence with a hearty laugh that strokes your ear, “Dear boy, that Cropper. Mind, he can get into a bit of trouble if not supervised but I doubt it will be a concern for you. From what I have seen of your minds you will, no doubt, get along beautifully. ”

    This really has gone quite well for you, you have secured an ally for the Kingdom and ferreted out the Watcher's spies in your own ranks while the King has proven reasonable all things considered.

    There remains but one final matter, “Finn,” he smirks at the familiarity with which you address him, “We would like to give you a gift on behalf of the Kingdom as a show of good faith. It is our understanding that you have a good eye for horses and we would like to gift you our carriage and team, the finest in the Kingdom we have been told.”

    He beams, a perfect grin on his fine face, “I would be honoured to receive such a gift,” he frowns, “Ah, only amongst my people such favours are always repaid. I wish to give you a gift in honour of your gift to me. Simply name your heart's desire and it shall be yours.”

    You take a moment to confer with your colleagues and then you make your decision.


    “He is going to attack you as soon as he gets loose. Surely you must realize that by this point?” it is touching that Finn is so concerned with your safety but you are not sure you believe him.

    You tell him as much, “The Old Man may rage, he may resent us, but I really doubt he would cross the Crown by attempting to murder the 'Heroes' of the Kingdom.”

    The King snorts, “He is a mage Derryth, he is a mage that has been humiliated several times in the last few hours, all in full view of his followers, he will attack you. Now, he may wait for a better time to do it but it is a certainty from what my people tell me of his mind.”

    “What is your recommendation then?” Thaïs asks.

    He smiles warmly, “Come with me, I will personally protect you from all harm.”

    You shake your heads, answering together, “Not going to happen and do not forget your oath.”

    He shrugs sheepishly, “I had to try at least once.”

    “What else you got you old bastard?” Berty chimes in.

    “Alright, if I can not move you then we shall neutralize the threat. We collar them,” the King answers confidently, he whistles to his people and four large chests are brought forth. He cracks the first open, it is filled with metal bands, runes carved along their surface. He directs four more of his people toward the Old Man, as he explains, “He is not going to want me to do this so a little extra persuasion may be called for.”

    He strides up to the mage, “On your knees please.”

    “Finn-” you begin, he ignores you.

    “Finn!” you try again.

    “Derryth,” he calls back over his shoulder, “You made me swear that those of you that passed the test would reach the main army unharmed. I can not keep that oath if the Seekers attack you as soon as I am over the horizon. I will keep my word, even in spite of you.”


    The Old Man smiles at him, it is a dead thing, sharp, mean, and a fitting match for his eyes.

    Finn, repeats the order, “On your knees, please.”

    The Old Man's arms tense, his body strains.

    “Don't let him loose,” the King instructs his people as three more of them join the circle around the mage. Ten of them now and it is all they can do to force the mage to comply.

    The edge disappears from the Old Man's smile, “Yes... Yes my Lord.”

    He drops to his knees.

    You wish you could do something for him but short of attacking Finn's people you are at a loss as to what you could actually do.

    Something has been bothering me,” your disembodied officer remarks.

    “Now might not be the best time-” you begin to inform her before your better half cuts you off.

    “What?” your partner inquires quietly.

    You give Thaïs an annoyed glance.

    She flashes you a smile that could light the world, “We can not do anything to prevent this from happening,” she reminds you, gesturing at the mages and Finn's host, “If something is bothering Caoilainn perhaps we can help her, Dear. Caoilainn, please continue.”

    Caoilainn pushes on with that little piece of encouragement, her tone uncertain, “Well, you remember that recording in your necklaces?

    “Of course we do,” you answer, that was one of the most amusing things you have seen lately and you doubt you will ever forget it.

    You also make a mental note to never cheat the Brothers Dietfried...

    “Is something the matter?” Berty whispers from behind you, your pack and Nine still securely fastened to his back.

    “They are just talking to Caoilainn,” Lyssa answers from beside him.

    “Right, tell her 'hi' for me!” he shouts a bit too loudly, drawing a glance from Finn and his followers several meters ahead of you.

    Lyssa elbows him, “She can hear you just fine Berty.”

    “Right! Of course!” he cups his hands over his mouth, “Hi Keelin!”

    “Don't shout,” she prods him again, “You will draw attention.”

    The two fall to good-natured arguing while you return your attention to Caoilainn, “What about that message?”

    Well... I am no expert on magic,” she begins.

    “No shit,” you laugh.

    You can feel her annoyance, “If you don't want to hear what I have to say...

    “No, no please continue,” Thaïs reassures her, “We want to know.”

    “We really do,” you add, “Please.”

    Alright,”she once more take up her thought, “So in the message Mazzarin said he was 'coming' and that was what? A hour ago? Three?

    “Ah, about two and a half maybe,” you hazard a guess absentmindedly, splitting your attention between your current discussion and the ceremony playing out before you. You wonder just what Finn hopes to do with that metal band, “What are you getting at?” you ask your officer.

    She takes a deep breath and finally articulates her point, “Well, do you think it was a bluff or is he actually coming?

    “Bluff,” you answer.

    “Bluff,” Thaïs responds moments later in complete agreement, “There is no telling how old that message is, nor is there any way of-”

    Lyssa stops dead behind you, he argument with Berty coming to a crashing halt.

    Finn, his arms raised, the metal band extended, pauses. His attention instantly diverted.

    Every mage and magical being in the entire camp freezes in that moment. None dare even to breath.

    And you know why.

    You can feel it too.

    To the north, moving fast, far faster than anything should be able to.

    He is coming.

    Your eyes scanning the darkness around you, you wearily remark, “Well, this will be fun...”



    So much bloody paperwork.

    Tax decrees, labour contracts to rebuild the city, criminal proceedings, military expeditions, and of course the Brannons.

    Always the Brannons.

    They pester him endlessly, at every hour of the day.

    So really, it was to be expected.

    Eventually it had to happen.

    It was just a small fire.

    A warning.

    How was he to know how very flamable Ardan Brannon's hair would be?

    The young man did not die.

    So that will save him a little paperwork at least.

    It should also motivate the rest of his subordinates a little.

    Fire tends to have that effect he finds.

    Maybe they will even leave him alone for a few days, let him work on something he wishes to do, maybe, oh he can only hope! Maybe, he will even get to practice a little magic! It has been so damn long since he has been able to work on his spells...

    “Governor! Governor!” a nasal voice calls out into his unlit chambers, “Governor! Are you awake!”


    It is early evening, the sun yielding up its last rays, of course he is still awake. He is sitting alone in the dark because he wants to be alone, is that such a terribly difficult concept to grasp?

    He will need to check on the boy in a few hours, then he has errands to run and will not have another chance to mediate for at least six days.

    The door creaks open.

    The light that spills in completes the destruction of his ritual.

    This does little to improve his temper.

    The tiny figure of Cleary Brannon fits comfortably within the door frame. The light from the hallway beyond serving to clearly define the contours of Cleary's form and it also makes the young man a very tempting target.

    For the briefest of seconds he considers lobbing a fireball at the young man.

    But that would be largely futile.

    Oh, he would kill Cleary for a certainty and then he would be free of interruptions from his 'assistant' for a time, but then he would need to deal with Cleary's father...

    And his six uncles...

    And his twelve brothers...

    And his forty seven cousins...

    And all of that would only be a minor branch of the clan...

    The Brannons are like weeds and they have had a grand time filling the garden that is Alric's Empire.

    He should just burn the whole thing down, level it and start again.

    Which would require a lot of work...

    So instead he settles for making Cleary think a fireball is headed his way.

    That nasally little scream almost makes this all worth while and in the dim light of his private chamber the Great Mage Mazzarin smiles.

    That is better, now he just has to-

    The third ring on his left index finger begins to hum.

    A low, sustained buzzing.

    He rises and makes for the door.

    Pushing past the prone Cleary he gives the man a single swift kick in the stomach.

    “Terribly sorry about that Cleary, did not see you there,” he steps over the writhing Brannon shouting at the top of his lungs, “Boy! Boy, come here now!”

    “Yes, Master?” Emrys' head pops into the hallway from his chamber, “Is something the matter?”

    “We are leaving boy! Gather your things and meet me on the roof in three minutes,” the Great Mage informs his apprentice as he ducks into his personal armoury and sorts through his staves.

    “Where are we going Master?” The Boy asks, excited at the prospect of adventure.

    “To the South!” the Great Mage declares, dramatically plucking a cobalt staff from its place on the wall. He spins the iron capped staff in his hand, good weight, durable, something for the field rather than the Palace.

    “To- to the south?” Cleary weakly repeats as he staggers to his feet and slides along the wall clinging to the doorway of Mazzarin's armoury, the magics in place preventing his entry, “Why? Ah- when? Now? When will you- Ah- How long will you be gone? What should I tell uncle?”

    The Mage considers his 'assistant', then answers, “I have been called to action! A plea, a prayer for help cast across a failing wind. I must go to rescue and redeem. I will be back when I am back and you may tell your uncle all of that or none of it, I do not much care.”

    “I should, ah, I should go with you,” Cleary feebly protests.

    “You are not needed,” Mazzarin once more turns his back on the young man, “I have the Boy to carry my things.”

    “Yes, well,” Cleary shakes his head, “That is not quite what I meant. You could perhaps use my help? I am not without talent, I-”

    Mazzarin hums to himself, picking out cloaks and mantles.

    “Are you listening to me Governor?” Cleary asks hesitantly.

    No answer.

    “Governor?” the Brannon repeats his question.

    An awkward silence falls around Cleary then, he balls his fists, “I- Ah- Damn it! You are supposed to train me! Uncle said you would train me! Don't fucking ignore me!”

    Don't ignore him?


    Cleary screams and falls as his mind is once more enveloped in flames and visions of his own end.

    Mazzarin strides over to the fallen Brannon, leans over him and sighs, “The Boy figured out how to neutralize that spell the second time I used it on him and he hardly even screamed either. I can teach you nothing, young man, if you will not teach yourself.”

    The Great Mage winds up and kicks Cleary once more in the stomach, “Terribly sorry about that Cleary, I did not see you there,” he steps over the screaming Brannon and makes for the door.

    Emrys is already waiting, ready to go, it warms his heart that the Boy is so prompt.

    He calls back over his shoulder as he snuffs out the lights in the apartment, plunging his 'assistant', his 'student', the Brannon, into the dark, “And I never will see you Cleary, not until you show me there is something there to see. Meditate on that and await my return.

    Cleary sobs in the dark, his mind ablaze, while Mazzarin, whistling, closes the door.


    Horns fill the air moments before blinding chartreuse light dominates your sight.

    Mazzarin is here and you hope you will not regret summoning him.

    “Give me one reason!” his voice booms, “One reason why I should not kill you incompetents!”

    Well, this is starting out beautifully.

    “Because you like us so much,” you reply without thinking.

    Probably not the best time for sarcasm but to hell with it. There is just something about these pompous archmages that gets under your skin.

    You hope you won't be like that when you become an archmage.

    Though at the moment you would probably be willing to settle for simply living long enough to become an archmage.

    “Was that a joke?” the furious voice of Mazzarin demands.

    Your vision begins to return, standing less than half a metre from you is Mazzarin himself and a youth you have not met before.

    The youth nods slightly, “Good evening Ma'am.”

    “Polite kid,” you gesture at the boy and return his slight bob, “Good evening, my name is Derryth and this is Thaïs.”

    Thaïs echoes your greeting, “Good evening, to you both.”

    He extends a hand, shuffling around an armful of tomes as he does so, "My name is Emrys."

    You shake it as you list off the names of your other companions, "That is Berty, Lyssa and the two girls your age are-" as you move to introduce Biliku and Uttu they squeek and make a break for it, "Huh, well that was Biliku and Uttu. Wonder what got into them?"

    The Great Mage's scowl deepens as these niceties play out. He must not like the fact that you are ignoring him which merely makes you want to drag this out longer.

    Sadly he does not let you, “Yes, yes,” he waves off the pleasantries, “'Good evening', I suppose. Now tell me why I should not kill you all?”

    “Alright,” you begin, your annoyance clear, “How about this. We are about the only people actually trying to prevent the fall of the Kingdom and the resurrection of the Watcher. How is that for a reason?”

    Mazzarin glares at you.

    You don't drop your gaze, you won't give the old bastard the satisfaction.

    It is the youth that breaks the silence, “That sounds like a good reason, Master.”

    'Bless that Boy', you think.

    “We have already neutralized the Watcher's military forces in the North,” your better half works to strengthen your case, “We are currently marching on Stoneheim to raise the Watcher's siege of the city.”

    The Great Mage grunts, “Alright, I suppose that is a start but I am through taking risks with you two. You will give me Nine, now.”

    “Like hell we will,” you respond without a second thought.

    He ignores your protests, “Where is she. You have until the count of three before I simply take the information from you.”

    “They don't have her,” Berty answers from behind you.

    He has backed away from the rest of your group, the pack still securely on his back.

    “Really,” the annoyed Archmage answers, “Then where is she, little man? Do not tell me she escaped as well.”

    “I have her,” your tactician answers, “But you aren't getting her.”

    Mazzarin blinks twice, “Do you have even the slightest idea who you are talking to?”

    “Do you?” Berty spits back, a self-confident grin spreading over his face as his right hand grips his knife.

    You really hope that Berty knows what he is doing.

    Mazzarin laughs, “Well, you are a brave one little man. When you get to hell you will have the honour of telling all that you fell to the Great Mage, Mazzarin, himself.”

    Mazzarin begins to channel, pulling down an absurd amount of power as if it were nothing.

    You do not think that the Archmage is going to be gentle.

    “Stop!” Finn shouts, he has taken several steps away from the Old Man, though his people are still working hard to contain the Seekers and most of your own men.

    “King Finnbheara?” the archmage asks as he spins on his heel. For the first time he takes in the entirety of the situation he has inserted himself into.

    He sees the King and his host.

    He sees the Seekers and the Old Man on his knees.

    He sees your mercenaries, incapacitated by Finn's folk.

    And he asks the only question one could ask, “What the hell is going on here?”

    “A lot,” you reply.

    “I can see that,” the Archmage mutters, “Finnbheara, what are you doing to that man.”

    “Binding him,” the King answers, “But that matters little now, with you here that is.”

    Mazzarin launches into his orders, “I want a full report of your host's activities since I summoned you and I want a full explanation of what you are doing here with these two and their people.”

    “Both of which I will give you,” the King answers, “But not if you attack that man.”

    “Why?” Mazzarin asks with a sigh, clearly near the end of his patience.

    “If you attack that man, if you intend to kill him, then you will need to first kill me,” the King answers with an startling degree of serenity all things considered.

    “Finnbheara, are you honestly attempting to threaten me?” Mazzarin has not stopped channeling but he has slowed somewhat.

    “Not threatening, no,” the King maintains his composure, “That would imply that I have the power to stop you but I am promising you that if you attack Berty I will attack you along with all my host. We will perish, from the highest of us to the lowest and you will not receive your reports as a result.”

    Suicide by Mazzarin? Who would have thought Finn had it in him? Maybe the two of you are not all that different?

    “You would turn on me?” the Mage points at Berty, “You would betray your oath to me for that man?”

    “Not betray, I would be honouring an oath,” the King corrects him, “And you know how I can be about oaths.”

    Mazzarin glares at the King, glares at Berty, glares at the pair of you, “Fine! Your tent!” he points at Finn, “Two minutes from now and I expect a full report!”

    Mazzarin storms toward the grand tent, once he disappears from sight Finn exhales loudly, “Fucking hell,” he doubles over, “Berty, we are even.”

    Berty for his part finally lets the self-confident grin run from his face and for the first time since meeting him you can feel the fear radiating off him.

    His legs give out and he drops in the sand, “Damn Derry, that is- I never thought I would say it but that was a bit too much excitement for me. You want your pack back?”

    “You better hold on to it,” you answer, “At least while Mazzarin is around.”

    “Right, right,” he nods weakly, “I can do that.”

    With Mazzarin momentarily out of the way Finn returns his focus to the Old Man, “I think we can all agree we have enough to worry about at the moment without these slavers getting loose.”

    Finn places the metal band upon the Old Man's brow and it constricts, biting into the mage's flesh.

    The runes glow, vibrant green and deep red. They must be active.

    The King of the Tuatha Dé holds the Old Man's gaze and speaks calmly but loud enough for all to hear, “Now, I am going to explain how this works for you. That band contains enough magic energy to reduce your head to smoke and ash. If you try to remove it, you will die, if you try to subvert it, you will die, and finally,” he returns to the chests and opens the second one, producing a smooth, marbled stone, green and white, “If the owner of this control gem wishes it, you will die. All it will take is a thought, a single second, and anywhere in this world or any other, you will die. Understood?”

    The Old Man nods but that sharp edge has returned to his face.

    Finn, unfazed, continues, “All of your people will be fitted with similar bands, all of your slaves will also be fitted with these bands,” he considers one of the robed figures, unconcealed disgust written on his face, “Though frankly it would be a blessing for them to die in this way. The owner of this gem will be able to detonate any of the bands or all of them at will. Understand?”

    The Old Man nods, a halting, jerky motion.

    “Good,” Finn turns back to you, “Derryth, catch!”

    He tosses the gem to you and you quickly palm it.

    He turns back to the Old Man and his Seekers, “She is in charge. Obey her and when next we meet I may decide to free you. Betray her, attack her, or her people, and you will likely all fall. Is that understood.”

    The Seekers nod, their guardians nod, the Old Man nods. His dark eyes filled with hatred and rage.

    The King returns to your side, whispering in your ear as he does so, “Those bands will only respond to that gem if they are within fifty metres of it. Don't tell them that though,” he winks and smiles, then passes you by. As he does so you can hear him mutter, “This is going to be so much fun...”

    He disappears into the tent following after with the Great Mage and his apprentice. The youth is quick and quiet as you only now realize he has gone. Of course, Mazzarin does have a way of commanding everyone's attention...

    You examine the gem, hell, this will make things interesting.

    You had hoped to avoid such unpleasantness but perhaps that was simply too much to hope for given the clear tension between Finn's host and the Seekers.


    A small part of you is a little amused that for once you are not the one wearing the collar but rather the one holding the leash...

    “Derryth!” the Old Man calls to you, furious, “How dare you! How dare you turn us over to those- those things! We should have slaughtered their advance party and-”

    You do not say a thing to the man, you merely pull the gem from your pocket. He goes pale and silent in the same moment.

    Hmmm, effective. Very effective.

    It seems that this is to be your first taste of complete power over another and you think you can understand why all the demon lords and archmages you have met are so keen on behaving this way.

    This power, it makes everything so much easier.

    But should it be easy?

    That is the question, isn't it?

    You consider the Old Man and you consider the gem. You could give it to him. It would 'free' him, if only a little, though it would also give him even more control over his own people.

    Alternatively, you could hold on to the stone. You doubt the Seekers would try anything while you hold the fate of their entire Circle in the literal palm of your hand. If the Seekers and the Old Man really are a threat then this is likely the best security you could ask for.

    In the silence of the desert night, you make your choice and live with the consequences.

    With the final formalities taken care of and Finn's fears allayed the Host departs with amazing speed to the sound of horses and horns. Your carriage departs with them and a third of the Royal Army's soldiers as well, all bound in chains, dragged behind the tireless horses of the Tuatha Dé.

    You do not envy their fates.

    Mazzarin also seems ready to leave but not for the south. He informs you that he is headed north once more. It seems that from Finn's reports the Great Mage has determined that the Watcher is not currently a threat worthy of his time. He seems willing to let you, the dwarves and Finn's host deal with the problem for the moment.

    As Mazzarin prepares to depart an idea does occur to you. Mazzarin still owes you a favour, you could call it in now and force him to help you stop the Watcher.

    The help of the most powerful mage in the world could make a massive difference but if you did call in the favour you would lose any claim you have to the Great Mage's time and resources.

    It might be a worthwhile trade but you only have a few moments to decide.


    “Well, that is not great,” Berty is forced to admit.

    Yeah, that is definitely one way to put it.

    Your scouts returned ten minutes ago and what they had to tell you has snuffed out whatever feelings of optimism you may have had.

    They began with the good news, from what they can tell Stoneheim still stands and the Royal Army has not been wiped out yet.

    That is all...

    The main body of the army is trapped within its own fortifications. Pinned there by a large cultist force that supposedly 'rose from the desert sands themselves'.

    The panicked reports of your scouts suggest that the cultists are not 'natural', they do not move like normal dwarves, they do not act as normal dwarves, they are faster, stronger and have a much higher capacity for pain.

    These things, and you have a fairly good idea what exactly they are, ambushed the army on its approach to Stoneheim and managed to push it back to the nearest oasis. Reinhard has managed to hold the oasis though and fortifications have been constructed to help hold back the cultists.

    Unfortunately Seinsheim's army was separated from the main body and driven further to the west than the rest of the army. They are currently being harassed by a sizable ghôlish force that seems to be cooperating with the rebels, though your scouts can not be sure if they really are in league with one another.

    At the very least the two forces, cultist and ghôlish, are giving each other a wide berth and that is having much the same effects as a proper alliance would. Both enemy forces are hammering your people and preventing them from consolidating.

    The undead still seem to be concentrated around Stoneheim and have not moved against any of the other forces in the area as far as your people can tell.

    That makes sense from what you know of the city and the needs of the necromancers. They need bodies to replace the armies you have destroyed and the crypts under Stoneheim probably house tens of thousands of them.

    If they can get into the city then it would only be a matter of time before they can replace their lost numbers.

    You need to find some way to link up with either or both of the forces.

    You need to find some way to defeat or drive off the cultist and ghôlish forces.

    Finally, you need to reach Stoneheim and raise the siege.

    It won't be easy but then you knew that going in.

    1. You gave Finn your carriage and horses and he wishes to give you a gift in return but he does not know what you would like. After some time discussing the issue you have narrowed down your optios somewhat. What did you ask for in return?

    A) You ask for the services of the Laignach Faelad. You have been informed that they are peerless warriors with the ability to change their shape into that of monstrous wolves. Finn has agreed to lend you their services but he warns you that they are quite ferocious and they have interesting preferences when it comes to food. He does not elaborate.

    B) You ask for the aid of his Faoladh. He will grant you a pair of them. They are also shapeshifters, much like the Laignach Faelad but they are of a more mild temperament. You have been told that they are guardians and protectors, capable of taking on the form of the wolf to act as scouts and guardians of the land. Finn will introduce you to a couple of them and will ask them to aid your cause.

    C) You ask for a pack of Cú Sídh, the fairy dogs that Finn uses for hunting. He gives them to you with his blessing though he reminds you that they are very clever and that you can not treat them like any normal hounds.

    D) Finn has also offered to introduce you to the Merrows of the southwestern Province at a time of your choosing. You have heard that they are quite wealthy and they could make for capable allies though they would be of little help in the middle of a desert half a continent away.

    E) Wealth, simple and universal if you do not want to worry about Aos Sí magic and tricks. The gift he would give you would likely be generous, anything less would be rude.

    F) Magic, you wish to learn something of the ways of Finn's people. You choose to focus on learning (all F choices are counted together, if this choice wins the most popular variant will be chosen):

    i. Healing Magic in the tradition of Miach. Herbs, incantations and direct 'touch' based healing.

    ii. Healing Magic in the tradition of Dian Cécht. A tradition with an emphasis on surgery and prosthesis.

    iii. Curses and rhyme from Cairpre. To starve, rob, and rend miserable your enemies over time.

    iv. Sorcery from Figol, to rain fire on your enemies and sap their strength.

    v. Witchcraft from Dianann, to raise up the earth and confuse your enemies' senses.

    vi. Charms and the spells that go with them. Finn will give you three large tomes to aid in your mastery of them.

    vii. Shapshifting from Cropper. He will show you how to alter your form though your options may be a bit limited.

    G) freeform – perhaps you want something else. Ask me and I will tell you if it is within Finn's power.

    2. In an interesting departure from the norm you have found yourself holding absolute power over another. The Seekers are bound to serve or die so long as you hold that gem but perhaps you should not keep such power. You choose to:

    A) Give the gem to the Old Man. You wish to show him that you have no intention of forcing his service and you know what it is like to be at the mercy of another.

    B) You hold on to the gem. You do not trust the Old Man not to betray you and that gem is a useful way of forcing his loyalty.

    C) Keep the stone but try to convince him you are not the enemy.

    D) freeform

    3. Mazzarin is leaving once more. He does not seem terribly concerned about the Watcher's army in the south but you could call in your final favour to make him help you.

    A) You use up your final favour to ask Mazzarin to help you save the Kingdom. Part of you thinks he is hoping for just this outcome though.

    B) You hold on to your favour and let him leave. You will save the Kingdom without his help and that favour is priceless.

    C) Appeal to his character.

    D) freeform

    4. Plan of Action: Given the situation in the south you need to find a way to join up with one of the fragments of the Royal Army. You then need to drive off the enemy and push on to the city. The question is how? [There are two ways to handle this. You can either pick a broad direction and let the characters formulate a plan, to the best of their ability, as they go or you can pick the freeform option and give me a detailed plan on what you want to do. I have purposely kept the premade options fairly general but the characters will do the best they (read: I) can. I suspect most people will want to really get into the details though so those will be provided in the mechanics post.]

    A) i. You will focus on fighting through the cultist army to join up with the main body of the Kingdom's forces. From what your scouts can tell you, you will be dealing primarily with spider demon hybrids similar to what you encountered under Muirthemne. The Goddess must have passed this knowledge on to her followers and they are making full use of it. You will have to hope that Seinsheim and his people can manage without help.

    ii. You will focus on fighting the ghôls and driving them off. They are the weaker force and if you can link up with Seinsheim's people then you can move to help the rest of the army after that. Hopefully Reinhard, if he still lives, will be able to handle the cultists until you arrive.

    iii. Let Mazzarin deal with it. With the greatest archmage to ever live on your side this should be simple, just stay out of his way and let him claim all the glory...

    iv. Nevill's Plan

    B) freeform – I suspect this will be the most popular choice. You scouts have prepared reports for you, rough maps, troop locations, that sort of thing. Using those you should be able to come up with an in-depth plan to deal with the situation which, ideally, with increase your odds.
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  5. Fangshi Arcane

    Jan 9, 2014
    Party/Organization Changes:

    Party Changes:
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    1. Taide learnt the Warrior's Mask and the two of you worked with Lyssa to teach her the Warrior's Mask as well. They have the basics though it will take them time to master the spell.

    Organizational Changes:
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    No real changes here though your expendition did lose a number of dwarves that Albrecht believed were completely loyal. The dwarf King could probably use a few dozen mentalists at court to be honest. ;)

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    Quite a few rolls but none of them were terribly difficult.

    The Old Man got to roll to see if he could break free or not. He rolled well enough to require ever increasing numbers of Finn's people to restrain him but he did not actually do well enough to break free.

    You had a number of rolls while talking to Finn but again, nothing you could not manage by this point.

    You did have a perception check to see if you would notice the nature of the table and you passed that as well.

    Mazzarin had a number of rolls but it is quite rare for him to fail a roll... well, except when it comes to winning people over... :lol:

    Ah, what else?

    Lots of rolls for the armies involved as well but these were happening all throughout the last dozen updates or so. Movement rolls, combat rolls, leadership rolls, hideous spider demon rolls... all sorts of rolls really.

    There were further rolls in this update for the situation up north and out west as well. Also a fair number of rolls for Morpheus, Ceannard and Mayer. So you have that to look forward to.

    Oh, Brigit and Gareth rolled incredibly well on something very important which you may or may not live long enough to find out about...

    Update Specific Resources:

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    Your available resources:
    1. Derryth - see character sheet
    2. Thaïs - see character sheet
    3. Lyssa - see character sheet
    4. Berty - see character sheet
    5. Biliku - see character sheet
    6. Uttu - see character sheet
    7. Martin, Mirra, Poppy and the rest of the mice/rats + your eagles and Berty's goose
    8. Cropper - Púca, shapeshifter, skilled but not formally trained fighter
    9. The Old Man - elementalist and adept
    10. Hámundr - chariot commander, skilled and trained warrior/officer
    11. 20 veteran human warriors
    12. 40 dwarf grenadiers
    13. 2 mortars (1 crew each)
    14. The Hounds: 4 elephants and their handlers.
    15. The Seekers: 20 battlemages and 20 guardians
    16: Chariot Escort: 24 chariots, 30 charioteers (seventeen went with Finn as they failed the test and another three did not pass the Old Man's test so they are still bound, you have not had time to interrogate them yet).
    17. Finn's Host - You can call on them and they will respond as quickly as they can. They are far stronger at night than during the day and will prefer to answer during the night as a result but if the need is great enough they will respond.

    Troop Numbers/Estimates, Allies and Enemies:

    The larger block of allies consists of mostly Royal Army soldiers but your scouts have also noticed a large number of House Berg flags amongst that group.

    Based on what they could see they estimate the following:

    - 400 to 500 Royal Army soldiers, maybe twenty chariots, Reinhard's personal banner is amongst them so he is likely to be in control of this body of soldiers
    - 80 to 100 House Berg soldiers, Berg's personal banner is amongst them so he is also likely there

    The smaller body of soldiers consists largely of House Seinsheim guards with some Royal Army soldiers mixed in:

    - 350 or so Seinsheim Guards, these make up the bulk of the group and Seinsheim's banner is with them. It is likely he is in command

    - 150 to 200 Royal Army soldiers and about thirty chariots, Friedelinde's banner is also here, with the chariots so Albrecht's Master of the Chariots is also likely present


    It is difficult to say how many cultists are persent since many of them seem to be able to burrow through the sand. Your scouts estimate maybe five hundred of them. Two hundred of which seem to be fairly standard dwarves, all be it armed with weapons of a make your scouts have never seen before.

    Your scouts are also fairly certain that some of the cultists are mages but they can not be sure.

    The ghôl numbers are easier to pin down since they are all traveling above ground. There are about two hundred of them and they are shadowing Seinsheim's force, preventing them from linking back up with the main body of the army. Every time Seinsheim tries to move back toward Reinhard's position they move to intercept and Seinsheim offers battle. So far they have been content to merely skirmish and pick off as many elements as they can isolate.

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    X You are here

    x ghôls​

    x Seinsheim's
    x ghôls​

    x ghôls​

    x cultists
    [INDENT]x cultists[/INDENT]
    x Reinhard's
    x cultists
    [INDENT]x cultists[/INDENT]​

    || Stoneheim
    || & Undead
    \/ A day and a half days south
    by chariot/three days by elephant
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  6. Baltika9 Arcane

    Jun 27, 2012

    No matter how much I want to keep the giant ham on screen, we ought to save that favor for when we absolutely need it to survive. Like, say, The Spider Goddess/The Watcher/The Leveler. Or for when he finally has had enough of our shit. I think freeing up Reinhardt is the better move, since his forces are facing far more dangerous enemies.
    I suppose we could split up our forces and send some heavy hitters to relieve Seinsheim's forces while the main body engages the cultists. But this is obviously much more dangerous.
    Fangshi, how big of an explosion will Finn's circlets make if we detonate them?
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  7. Fangshi Arcane

    Jan 9, 2014
    Enough to kill the person wearing one and anyone standing right next to them (maybe half a metre away all told). I suppose if you had enough of the Seekers in one place though you could do a fair bit of damage (forty one collars in total).
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  8. Nevill Arcane

    Jun 6, 2009
    Shadorwun: Hong Kong
    I think I know what to do... or at least what to attempt with Maz here. He wants us to use a favor that he owes us personally as an archmage, but he is more than that. He is also a governor with certain responsibilities to the Empire and a rival of sorts to Alric. I think if we want to get the Empire on our side, we could push for that angle.

    I'll need to get back home to start typing it all out, though.

    Ghol deity? One of the Dark Gods?
    Hahaha. NAW. Just NAW. :hahano:
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  9. Kz3r0 Arcane

    May 28, 2008
    1. You gave Finn your carriage and horses and he wishes to give you a gift in return but he does not know what you would like. After some time discussing the issue you have narrowed down your optios somewhat. What did you ask for in return?

    D) Finn has also offered to introduce you to the Merrows of the southwestern Province at a time of your choosing. You have heard that they are quite wealthy and they could make for capable allies though they would be of little help in the middle of a desert half a continent away.

    2. In an interesting departure from the norm you have found yourself holding absolute power over another. The Seekers are bound to serve or die so long as you hold that gem but perhaps you should not keep such power. You choose to:

    B) You hold on to the gem. You do not trust the Old Man not to betray you and that gem is a useful way of forcing his loyalty.

    3. Mazzarin is leaving once more. He does not seem terribly concerned about the Watcher's army in the south but you could call in your final favour to make him help you.

    B) You hold on to your favour and let him leave. You will save the Kingdom without his help and that favour is priceless.

    4. Plan of Action: Given the situation in the south you need to find a way to join up with one of the fragments of the Royal Army. You then need to drive off the enemy and push on to the city. The question is how? [There are two ways to handle this. You can either pick a broad direction and let the characters formulate a plan, to the best of their ability, as they go or you can pick the freeform option and give me a detailed plan on what you want to do. I have purposely kept the premade options fairly general but the characters will do the best they (read: I) can. I suspect most people will want to really get into the details though so those will be provided in the mechanics post.]

    ii. You will focus on fighting the ghôls and driving them off. They are the weaker force and if you can link up with Seinsheim's people then you can move to help the rest of the army after that. Hopefully Reinhard, if he still lives, will be able to handle the cultists until you arrive.
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  10. Nevill Arcane

    Jun 6, 2009
    Shadorwun: Hong Kong

    3. Mazzarin is leaving once more. He does not seem terribly concerned about the Watcher's army in the south but you could call in your final favour to make him help you.
    C - You will try to get him to help in some way without using a favor by tugging at the strings that would resonate with him.

    So, the broad strokes of the plan.

    This is not the right time to get in a pose. Stop poking the beehive with a ten-foot pole and try to be polite once in a lifetime. Actual lives depend on it, and not only ours.

    Tell Mazzarin that we need to talk.

    Tell him that maybe we got off the wrong foot. That maybe it does not have to be like that all the time. You may have your differences but you hope that at least there is no difference in opinion about the Watcher between you two.

    Play to his sense of all-powerfulness amidst the sea of less competent people.

    Tell him about the necromancer and her child, and that you suspect that the Watcher is trying to find a way back into the world through the kid, judging by the effort he is willing to expend to free the mother and keep her safe. Tell him that we - or the dwarves, for that matter - may lack the means to contain her which already led to her escape once when we were out fighting his northern army. Even the Spider Goddess was worried about that, and you rarely see Dark Gods worried. Is that no reason for concern?

    The Watcher may get loose and only he can stop it! Save the world, oh, Great One, you are the only one qualified to do so! :lol:

    Play to his duty of the Protector of the Light.

    Tell him that the Watcher is not the only problem here. The Goddess and the ghols are out there, and they are no friends to the Light. In fact, of all the forces that are now fighting for supremacy, only Albrecht is fit to be called that, being a veteran of both wars against the Dark and putting the dwarves under his command to fight first Balor, then Soulblighter, and now the Watcher as well - along with the other threats. Mazzarin may not like us, but maybe he can agree that the King of the Dwarves is worthy of help?

    And help is something he desperately needs. Even if the Watcher is defeated, it might cripple Albrecht's forces to the point where the spider demon Eberhardt would take over. And if by some miracle he prevails, then the Kingdom would be weakened enough to provoke the ghols into invading again. Would Mazzarin want to subject dwarves to that fate?

    Albrecht and his people have done their fair share for the victories of the Light so far. Maybe it is time to return the favor?

    Play to his sense of rivalry, both with Alric and the Watcher.

    The Kingdom needs every help we can get. In fact, we were considering informing the Empire of the recent happenings. Perhaps if Alric learns about the Watcher, he will come here personally to settle the score and kill the archmage for the second time? That would be a big help. We didn't want to involve him, but we are running out of options here.

    Of course, that would mean that Alric and the Watcher would be at 2:0 while Mazzarin and the Watcher would still be at 0:1 in the latter's favor and thus it would mean that Alric is a better archmage than Mazzarin, but we would not be so crass as to mention that. We would only express our concerns over the situation. Let the mage do the thinking himself. :)

    Play to his pride and sense of self-importance as a Hero.

    He calls himself was the Great Hero of the Light in his time, right? But what exactly makes one a Hero of the Light? Fighting the Dark? Well, the Fallen often fought among themselves, but no one in their sane mind would call them heroes for it. What separates a Hero of the Light from someone who is just out to flaunt their powers is a motive, a goal, a desire to protect the Light and its creations, be it men, dwarves or fir'Bolg.

    The people of the Kingdom do not want the Watcher slain 'eventually'. What they want is to live normal lives. What good is the victory for them if they are not there among the living to see it? They need help, they need protection. Every moment the Watcher's, the Goddess' and ghol armies are out there, they are dying in droves. A hero is different from just another archmage in that a hero fights for the good of the people while an archmage fights for himself.

    So a hero would strive to end the Watcher quickly and decisively to stop the suffering. Right?

    We should be a bit subtler about it, but the underlying message would be: what would make him different from someone like the Deceiver, who, too, has a history of rivalry with the Watcher? We would not mention it, appealing to his 'better nature' instead, but the logical chain should be there. Is he less of a 'hero' than us? ;)

    If at any point we learn that he is the governor of the western Empire, play the responsibility card as well. No governor wants a hostile force at his borders regardless of whether he thinks he can handle it or not. A good (read: competent) governor would not let the situation deteriorate to that point if they can avoid it. And if Stoneheim falls to the Watcher, I doubt anyone, even Finn and the Royal Army combined, would be able to stop the vast army of corpses.

    Also while you are at it, try to send the kids away 'so that the adults could talk' - because you are going to discuss some private matters or something. You will do that with an idea in mind, of course. Give Biliku and Uttu a 'mission' to check out that appretice of Mazzarin and see what kind of a person he is. Tell them to just talk to him, swap a pair of stories, gossip a bit, that kind of thing.

    Out of all the people here, he seems like the most reasonable fellow. Nice, too. I suppose that if he finds out how dire is the situation for the Kingdom and its people, he may just nag his master into helping our cause. Mazzarin may not listen and respond well to us, but he still has to act as a role model for his apprentice. I mean, when a 12-year old girl is fighting against the vast armies of the Watcher and his 1000-year old nemesis is sitting on his fat ass and waving the concern away... that does not seem quite right, does it? It would not reflect well on Mazzarin if he continues not to interfere while the kids are fighting his war for him.

    The boy may not say anything, but the look in his eyes may speak volumes to someone as conscious about his self-esteem as Mazzarin.

    Not that you should say any of this out loud or tell the girls what you really hope they would achieve. It would work better if they don't know themselves and just talk away about their battles and boast their victories over the Dark without a hidden agenda like kids normally do. Their innocent account of events that would send a saner man screaming and running for his life would only be more effective that way.

    Between us and his own apprentice, Mazzarin may just cave in and do something about it.

    Basically, do the woman thing. Stop getting all confrontational and go for the soft approach. Lightly tug at all the strings to make a man do your bidding and see what works. ;):lol:

    And of course, feign innocence and complete ignorance of what you are doing. :roll:

    He seems to have convinced himself that he is a hero and a force for Greater Good. Well, that is a trap of his own making. We will make a plight for both logic and emotion, a plight that, if refused, would make him question the concept of himself he built for ages. Let him be his own opponent in this, not us.

    I mean... otherwise people would talk, won't they? :lol:
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    Not that we should say that aloud, either.

    Naturally, be subtle about it and let Thais handle the more difficult parts. She is the authority on these things.

    I will come up with something suitable for the Seekers as well.
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  11. Baltika9 Arcane

    Jun 27, 2012
    I love this. You have my support. :salute:
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  12. Nevill Arcane

    Jun 6, 2009
    Shadorwun: Hong Kong
    Also, could we please choose something more immediately helpful to us and the Kingdom as our reward?

    My preference would be either a pair of Faoladh (shapeshifters and protectors of children) to help us watch our backs (and to have bodyguards for Biliku and Uttu), or a pack of doges to have highly intelligent beings protect us at nights and sense the foul intentions of others.

    The latter would be priceless to help us weed the Watcher's agents. WTF, people?
    What are you going to do about that? Are you going to be everywhere at once?

    Fangshi, can these Cú Sídh sense the Watcher's agents? They have to pick up their 'scent' somehow for the hunts, right?

    Cropper said they hunt those of 'evil intent'. Well, how do they sense intent? Can they help us with the enemy spies?

    If they can't, then who?
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  13. Grimgravy Augur Patron

    Sep 12, 2013
    Codex 2016 - The Age of Grimoire
    C (Nevill plan sounds fine)
    X (Reserved until some plans roll in)
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  14. Azira Arcane Patron

    Nov 3, 2004
    Copenhagen, Denmark
    Codex 2012
    C, Nevill's plan
    Aiii (hoping Nevill's plan works)>Ai
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  15. Nevill Arcane

    Jun 6, 2009
    Shadorwun: Hong Kong
    As for the Seekers.

    Now, I know I will be fighting an uphill battle here now that there are 4 votes already cast, but hear me out.

    I will not turn the stone over to them. They have proven time and time again that they are not quite right in the head and not very - or at all - reasonable.

    But I also do not want to turn into a slave owner. That was a dickish thing we did here:
    I don't want to abuse this power for anything other than our mission - the preservation of the Kingdom, - or self-defense.

    2. In an interesting departure from the norm you have found yourself holding absolute power over another. The Seekers are bound to serve or die so long as you hold that gem but perhaps you should not keep such power. You choose to:
    C - you will keep the stone for now, but you will have a talk with the Old Man and explain your position to him. You will then try to behave as if the incident never happened, safe for specific cases.

    I don't know if anything comes out of it, but I want him to answer these questions. Yes or no only.

    - Did he try to attack the fairy host that was in Mazzarin's employ? Yes or no.
    - Would his actions lead to casualties on the mercenary side and compromised our overall strength and the strength of the army we were sent to reinforce? Yes or no.
    - Would his actions lead to concealing of the Watcher's agents we would not learn about if not for Cropper telling us about them? Yes or no.
    - Does he agree that out of the five known opposing forces only two do not serve some sort of dark power? One of them Albrecht, the other Mazzarin. If he really thinks Albrecht or Mazzarin serve dark powers, well... give him away to the people in question and that would be the end of our conversation. :lol: If not... would then his actions prevent the alliance of the only two forces that are not associated with the dark powers?

    With all these actions taken together, would he - or the martial court, if it ever comes to this - agree that his actions, no matter what their motives could have been, were benefitting only our enemies and sabotaging the efforts to save the Kingdom?

    Essentially, what he wanted us to do is to watch him wiped out, estrange the only potential ally of the Kingdom, cripple our force, protect the Watcher's agents in our ranks, and to top it all off make Mazzarin extremely displeased with our actions, likely dooming us as well. Quite a list of achievement for one day in our employ.

    Was that his intent? Probably not. Is that how it turned out anyway? Absolutely.

    What exactly has he to say to all of that?

    Does he even realize that we have saved his life and the lives of his followers here? Not because we are terribly fond of them, of course, - we did that because we still need them, - but we did nevertheless. Does he understand that he picked a fight with the King of the fairies that he could not win? Does he know that death might be merciful compared to what Finnbheara can do to him, and even if he survived the encounter by some miracle, there is always Mazzarin?

    Speaking of which...
    Did he hear nothing of what we said?
    Now I wonder how interfering with his plans would work out for the Seekers. The Old Man can still find it out, I suppose. Go ahead, spite the Great Mage, we won't stop him.

    A little humiliation he suffered at the hands of Mage's servants is a child's play compared to what he could have gotten himself and his subordinates into.

    Basically, what we did was our job. We were meant to bring reinforcements to the Royal Army, we were meant to do anything in our powers to have Albrecht prevail over the rivals, and we are fairly sure that the Seekers are a part of these reinforcements and that they were hired for fighting necromancers, spider demons and the like, not the fairies - not unless those are a threat to the Kingdom, at least.

    Albrecht was the one who hired them. Albrecht was also the one who appointed us the leaders of this expedition, and we will do whatever it takes to get them safely over to the army and to prevent their attempts to get us into a fight against the forces that are not a part of the mission.

    We will keep the stone to have a safeguard in case they want to spit Mazzarin in the face, or summon a Dark God out of boredom to have someone to fight, or do another of wonderously pointless and actively harmful things like the ones they did today. Sorry, not on our watch. Do that in your free time when you are not in our employ and when the fate of the Kingdom does not depend on your actions.

    But we will also not abuse our power to order them to do something they have not already signed to do, and we will try our best not to get them killed in the process. In return, they will be expected to do their damned jobs, to behave as professionals, and to adhere to the contract they have taken!

    (An atttempt to break the contract would probably count as a desertion, seeing that we have no one to replace them with)

    After we are done here, we will go our separate ways and hopefully never meet again.

    Give him a few days to cool his head off and consider our words.

    tl:dr - explain that you will be keeping the stone under 'fair use' - you will not force them to do anything not in the contract they have signed, but you would expect them to do the one thing that they were hired to do, and to do it well. You will also not hesitate to use it to protect the kingdom (and therefore ourselves, since we are kind of important to its survival), should the actions of the Seekers put it in the harm's way.

    Aside from that, we will behave as if this incident has never happened. We will respect the Seekers' rights to privacy and their wishes in everything that is not connected to our respective jobs.

    So, the votes:
    1C 2C 3C

    The 4th is in progress, though if 3C succeeds, there should be little to think about.
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  16. Absinthe Prophet

    Jan 6, 2012
    I really don't like 1D. The alliance sounds cool but Thais is already a real charmer and she's only going to be better at it by the time we reach there, so I reckon we'd be able to make friends with them once we do reach them without expending this favor.

    1F I'd rather learn some of their magic and song.

    Fangshi, I'd like to inquire Mazzarin for his advice on what would be best to do with the Watcher stones. Also what would be the best methods for non-mages to discern agents of the watcher. It seems Albrecht could do with some help here.

    Also, I'm wondering what the king could have us learn if we ask to learn the magics of his people. As I understand it, it is yet another system separate from the general magic theory and magical music Derryth and Thais know.
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  17. Nevill Arcane

    Jun 6, 2009
    Shadorwun: Hong Kong
    With whom?

    My understanding that Finvarra is only letting Cropper go with us. Look at the list of forces, the dogs and the other Pucas aren't there. There is no one to become friends with.

    All I want is a spy detection measure that would not require us to get inside someone else's head, especially if that someone is a Lord.

    Seeing how deeply the army is compromised, we will need to cover a lot of ground. The dogs would be perfect for that - if they work that way, that is.

    Albrecht could use some dogs at his court, too, seeing how we can't give him any more mentalists.

    Actually, I think we ought to send him a warning about the Royal Guards. Maybe Brothers Dietfried know a way to find traitors or something. Good thing we have left Ceannard with him. Our mercs turn out to be the only trustworthy forces in the whole Kingdom. :lol:
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  18. Absinthe Prophet

    Jan 6, 2012
    Sorry, I got mixed up between 1C and 1D. At any rate, this is a rare opportunity to learn fey magic I wouldn't want to skip out on. And given the trend towards celtic song, they would be the experts on that as well, although I'm not sure how much of a priority I'd put on that. Presumably Thais could learn a few songs rather quickly between her monster charisma and int and then teach the rest of us in time.

    Then again since we're in an alliance our forces could be in regular contact with each other so we could learn a fair bit.

    Also, Fangshi, can we get information on the watcher's cultists in Myrgard from the king? The compromised men should know other cultists.
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  19. Nevill Arcane

    Jun 6, 2009
    Shadorwun: Hong Kong
    Yes, we should aks Finbearra to allow us to interrogate them, or if the feys already did, ask them about the Watcher's plans or whatever they managed to discover.

    Why did the scout only name half of them? Are there several factions in play? Different cultist cells? Something else?

    Did they lead the fairies to us intentionally? If so, who came up with the plan?

    Do they know what happened to Åke, one of the Wenzel's captains? What was his role in the events?

    What about those three dwarves that failed the Old Man's test, can we find out what that was about?
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  20. Absinthe Prophet

    Jan 6, 2012
    By the way, Nevill, I think for #4 our best bet would be to convince the ghols and cultists to kill each other for us. And we do have some rather capable mentalists and an illusionist with us. Then we could just wipe them out from all sides. Hm. Maybe we could ask Nanshe for some advice on how to goad the ghols.

    Also, Fangshi, if we're having another dream session this night, I'd like Derryth to learn some war cries with the Conqueror's Path.
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  21. Fangshi Arcane

    Jan 9, 2014
    Yeah, they can smell out the Watcher's influence on a person. They can detect any influence actually once they know what they are looking for.

    He tells Derryth she should wear them and that if she does he promises not to blast her 'for her own good'. Seems he is still in a bit of a mood.

    Derryth tries being diplomatic and is able to get a more helpful answer eventually.

    He informs you that all that can be done for the time being is to seal them away until someone can come up with a means to safely destroy them.

    He believes that their power is somehow related to the Watcher's complete control over and possible corruption of the Dream of Unlife.

    He is fairly certain that simply destroying the stones won't work. That would merely allow the Watcher to act through any dust and vapours the destruction of the stones would give off.

    He believes that to neutralize the stones one would have to sever their connection to the Watcher or completely destroy whatever is left of the Watcher's mind/soul/etc.

    No easy task to be sure and it is something he has been working on when he has a spare moment for such things.

    He is also quick to note that he does not have much time to work on the problem since someone let Faceless out!

    Derryth does her best not to further antagonize the grumpy archmage... :lol:

    Finn's people tend to prefer subtle magics over fire and lightning so the things they can teach you all tend toward the subtle end of the spectrum.

    1. They know a great deal about healing. Now you already have Heal and Greater Heal which will restore the body but they know a great deal about handling illness as well as injury and that is an area D&T know next to nothing about. They could teach you how cure plague, prevent its spread, that sort of thing if you wish.

    There are two primary schools of medical magic amongst Finn's people. The first is championed by Dian Cécht and focuses on surgery and prosthetic procedures to cure the patient. The second is championed by his son Miach and places emphasis on herbal remedies, incantations and direct 'touch' healing.

    Miach's method is closer to what you already known and you can produce many of the same effects with your own magic. This would simply be a different way to go about it.

    Dian Cécht's method may be of interest should you wish to gain a better understanding of crafting magical limbs and the like rather than simply restoring the original body. This knowledge might be useful if you set out to create magical constructs or the like.

    2. Finn's people also delight in the use of curses. Finn could lend you the services of Cairpre to teach you how to craft the verses necessary to curse a target, ruining their fortunes, depriving them of their food, livelihood, sleep or happiness. Curses are a slow acting means of harming someone and are often quite subtle, not all that useful in a fight but fun to torment others with.

    3. If you do want something a bit more flashy then Finn could lend you one of the sorcerers of his people. Figol could teach you to rain fire from the sky (eventually) or to steal away the strength and stamina of a target.

    4. Alternatively Dianann could teach you how to cast up the earth itself and how to work illusions in the minds of your enemies.

    5. If you want something with endless applicability you could also learn the charms and accompanying spells/rituals of Finn's people. This magic is smaller in nature, tends to deal with love, health, and more minor concerns but it would be quicker to learn than the other options and as long as you remember the recipes you should be fine. Finn will gift you three large tomes that hold most of the charms his people use. These recipes could also likely be re-purposed with a little effort and ingenuity.

    6. Finally, shapeshifting. Finn's people love to do this and they could probably teach you how though the shapes you could take would likely be limited at first since they do not seem to know the Dream from which these rituals derive.

    So that is a brief overview of the sorts of things they could teach you.

    They have a number of ways they go about magic and I will add them to the update as options Fi, Fii, Fiii, and so on. Essentially you will receive a different teacher for each of the specialties and Finn is only willing to lend you one so you will need to pick a focus.

    They don't know much of anything to be honest. They are puppets/slaves not partners in all of this. They know the Watcher wants everyone in the Kingdom dead or in his service. They were told made into his servants and told to wait for a signal from the Watcher himself.

    That is all they know.

    Each of the Watcher's slaves only seems to be aware of the other slaves they have personally come in contact with. They do not seem to have a way of identifying each other easily.

    Nope, they were fleeing for their lives and happened to run into your scouts.

    They do not know that name.

    Sure, do you want to stop and interrogate them? It may take some time and events will continue to progress as you work?

    Sure, they can give it a shot.
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  22. Nevill Arcane

    Jun 6, 2009
    Shadorwun: Hong Kong
    Maybe? I don't know, there are only 2 mentalists and about 600 bodies out there. We have to get very creative to make them come to blows somehow.
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  23. Absinthe Prophet

    Jan 6, 2012
    Fvii for me I guess. Shapeshifting has been one of my goals for a while now. That's going to be fun and downright terrifying as a lost art. Plus I suspect Morpheus's brother Icelos should be able to help us make the most of it. These options though. Once we clean out this mess we should consider going on a trip with Finnbheara.

    Fangshi, can we ask Nanshe for any advice on how to goad the ghols?
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  24. Fangshi Arcane

    Jan 9, 2014
    You could get specifics from Nanshe if you were willing to wait for her to enter the Dreaming. You do not have any way of letting her know you need to talk to her though.
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  25. Absinthe Prophet

    Jan 6, 2012
    Am I right in assuming Finnbheara's men are rather capable in misdirection and illusion? They would be willing to help us trick the ghols and cultists into killing each other, right?

    Also, I assume during the dream group practice session we could ask Nanshe.
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