Session 5 - WotBS - Sunday 11th October 2009

Dara- Elf- Druid
Aramil- Eladrin - Warlord
Sonea- Human - Wizard
Shadow Dancer- Eladrin - Avenger
Mikal- Human- Rogue
Adahan (Boomer) - Human- Swordmage
Torrent- Human- Cleric
Bomilcar-Human- Undisclosed Defender Class

After leaving Torrent with her resistance superiors the group find themselves sitting in the temple guards common room, surrounded by a few of the men. Sonea never returned with Boomer as she was in the middle of business with her father the mage Diogeanese. Dara, Mikal, Aramil, Shadow Dancer and Boomer are sitting with Bomilcar, trying to formulate a plan of action. As it sits they need to get out of the city and head south to the Lyceum with the box Aramil carries. They also need to do something about the Arcanis cell, which as far as rumour goes, is in the city now and planning to assassinate some of the key political figures.

Much discussion occurs as they take time to kick back and refresh themselves.

After many ideas being banded around the Eladrin, Shadow Dancer, retrieves a piece of folded cloth from his person and throws it down for all to see.

‘Do any of you recognise this or know who they are?’ He speaks in particular to those new to the party.

The others recognise the red arm band from the attackers at the Poison Apple Pub- red fabric with a black horse head with strange arcane symbols below. Mikal and Boomer explain that they have indeed seen people in the city wearing such armbands but they don’t know who they are.

Discussion shifts to the Arcanis cell and who brought the news to Buron’s and Dara’s attention. Dara explains it was a dwarf she recognised as being the one on the gates to the depositary tower. His news was the reason Buron pulled Mikal off the city walls.

Mikal makes his way around the common room asking the guards if they have seen or know of a dwarf here at the temple. Most clam up and avoid speaking with him but one takes the time to explain the situation to Mikal.

‘My friend let me give you some advice. We operate in a cell structure. Even if we knew who this dwarf was we couldn’t tell you much at all. There was a dwarf here a few days ago wearing black armour with glowing symbols on it but that’s all I know. Y’know all sorts work for the resistance.’

Mikal comes back to the table. The description is quite obviously Torthen, so of no use.

Discussion still ensuing Dara stands up, obviously growing tired by what she sees as possibly useless talk. ‘We need to speak with Torrent. Regardless of whether or not she is still our leader on this mission, she has information above our knowledge and could be yaying or naying a lot of what we are discussing here. I suggest we carry this conversation on in her presence.’

Those present agree with this plan and with Dara’s decision to go speak to Torrent first as so far the others have nothing but rub the senior resistance members up the wrong way.

The others make their way down from the common room to the main hall of the temple while Dara climbs down the spiral staircase to the armoury. Just as she reaches the door there is a sudden silence and the door opens as she reaches her hand out to knock. Torrent looks out at her, looking drawn and shocked. Quietly she says ‘Bring the others here quickly! There have been new developments.’

As Dara turns to run back up Torrent adds ‘Don’t bring that Zaman Bomilcar. Keep him elsewhere!’

‘Duly noted.’ Dara nods curtly and continues upwards to retrieve the others.

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Bomilcar is left in the temple hall with Aramil while the others return with Dara. Inside the room they find just Buron and Torrent looking drawn and pale. Badger is no longer with them.

It is explained that the Imperials have demanded that inquisitors be let into the city as part of a truce. The appeasment faction in the assembly are pressing for them to be allowed in to the city. Therefore the box and ourselves need to get to the lyceum before the assembly lets the inquisition in. The wolves at the door.

Torrent and Buron argue over the matter of escape from the city. They mention Diogeanese and Aerdum Menash.

Torrent turns back to what was her party. 'No one is being allowed to leave the city. The reason being they now have confirmed reports that imperial troops are now in the east of the pass. At the moment the numbers are described as being small but there is a presence. It’s time we planned our escape and got out of here. Or rather that it’s time we planned our escape and you got out of here. Given that you’ve not been paying any attention to my orders anyway. From now on you’ll be on your own and I’ll go back to the temple.

Speaking of which, I have more news about the assembly. It seems that during the start of the attacks that earth elementals killed assembly members in their homes. A further five began this morning. The pro-resistance and anti-appeasement assembly members and families have been killed.'

Mikal thinks for a moment then asks if we have access to a good forger and some of the passes from the assembly members who died.

Shadow Dancer agrees and asks if Buron can get these.

'It’s rather unfortunate as any passes signed by dead assembly men become void unless ratified by a living one.' Buron sighs. He suggests seeking out a certain gaudy house owned by Aerdum Menash.

'He has been known to sponsor some disreputable characters in the past. But...'

Torrent and Buron snap at each over the suggestion.

Buron explains 'Torrent prefers we go through Diogeanese as you have spoken with him before.'

Discussion ensues again, questions over whether Dara has any contacts within the Gryphon riders, or if she know any druids who might be able to help. Do we have contacts with the cavalrymen? Many options are explored in quite a flurry of talk.

In the end it is decided that we should get through to Diogeanese to discuss how to get out.

Quietly, Boomer leans over and tells Mikal about the gem he’s noticed on Bomilcar’s pommel. He mentions that it’s a Cat’s Eye gem which are linked with divination magic.

Shadow Dancer attention prickles on them. 'Really?'

Boomer nods.

It is agreed that they will have to be careful with Bomilcar in what he is privy to.

The party divide into groups as they leave for Gabals. Mikal and Boomer leave first.

Just before leaving himself Shadow Dancer asks Bomilcar about the crows and rats that have been following. As he has come to expect Bomilcar curtly denies it being some of his peoples, adding that he doesn’t pay attention to vermin.

Bomilcar leaves with Aramil. Dara and Shadow bring up the rear at a sensible distance, senses on edge for any sign of the followers.

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Out of her peripheral vision Dara spots a rat high up in the gutters of the rooftops following their progress. She gives a hand gesture and the Eladrin takes aim and shoots with his crossbow. The bolt flies true to its target but just before hitting home it deflects off in another direction. The rat is under protection.

Dara moves closer throwing out thorn whip that strikes the rat but finds it immovable as if it were a much larger creature. Eldritch blast fires out from Shadow Dancer to no effect.

The rat looks round surprised, jumping a foot in the air as the second eldritch blast does nothing. The rat scampers out the way quickly transforming into a crow, flying up and over the rooftop to disappear into the city.

'What the hell was that?' Aramil’s voice is clearly heard by all.

Shadow and Dara quickly catch Aramil and Bomilcar up. 'That’s it gone for now. Let’s go quickly.'

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Arriving at the academy we find it’s guarded by the red robes and city hoplites. Boomer does the talking, only getting us through when Sonea comes to get us.

Bomilcar stays outside Diogeanese’s house with Aramil and the box.


Diogeanese looks absolutely shattered. He is not happy. He’s dishevelled and it seems we’ve got him out his bed.

Diogeanese looks crossly at the group in his home again. 'What do you want from me?'

Mikal continues 'We need help to get out of the city.'

'You would need an assembly man to get you out.' He waves his hand impatiently.

Sighing he continues. 'I know of one who is mad enough. He’ll want something in return- wearing his gaudy adventuring equipment no doubt. Of course if he can help you then there is always a chance I can get you out by giving me ten minutes to charm the guards. However charming guards gets risky and tricky.'

Mikal finds this isn’t good enough. 'I’m sorry but in ten minutes I’m sure I could knock everyone one of them out.'

Diogeanese’s eyes flash 'I’m sorry you’re either very sure of your abilities or you are rudely impugning mine!'

The conversation is taken onto other ideas for escape with Mikal bringing it back round again.
'Can you think of a way to get us out of the east gate?'

'Hhmph. You could always try sneaking over one of the other walls. There are north and south goat paths leading away from Gate Pass. The outlying farms have paths off the mountains.' Suggests the wizard.

Boomer nods his head respectfully. 'Thank you Diogeanese.'

'Stop grovelling!' Diogeanese grunts and waves them out. No rest for the wicked he thinks to himself sourly.


When they get outside they find Aramil is finishing a very dirty joke- 'So the halfing says are you kidding me that was me trying to get on the bed!'

Bomilcar looks unamused.

Mikal fills them in on what they missed.

Boomer agrees. 'There are two options we can go to Menash, he may get us out but we’d have to wear his advertisement. The other option is to climb over the walls to the south or north. The south seems like the better bet.'

'We should climb over the wall and outfit everyone in dark clothing.' Mikal adds.

Shadow Dancers eyes look at him pointedly.

Mikal smiles 'Everyone else then.'

He explains that the citizen hoplites are guarding the walls. Even though it is still daylight, darkness will be in a few hours. He suggests that Shadow could climb the wall and drop down rope for the others to follow and he can leave via a gate and set up a fire or a distraction to keep the guards busy.

Bomilcar coughs. 'If we are climbing through the mountains we need to get supplies. So stop talking and get your gear. Menash’s supplies are effective, reputable but gaudy. Though while we were in that temple I noticed there were large amounts of supplies.'

Boomer asks 'How long till the Lyceum?'

'Three hundred miles as the crow flies.'

'Ten to fifteen days by foot.' adds Shadow.

Bomilcar continues. 'If we are going through the mountains and west we will be going through imperial territory.'

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Everyone agrees to head back to the temple, arriving to hear the various bells on the towers tolling out of sequence at a time when there should be none. Something has happened. They can't let themselves be distracted so get to work.

Shadow Dancer suggests getting Mikal to lead sturdy horses to the returning scout patrols so they can leave again. It will get the supplies carried; there is no official notice of us leaving the city and no notice that we are mounted.

Bomilcar agrees. 'The mounts should be carrying supplies for scouts.'

Shadow asks what he would suggest.

He rattles off weights of meat, how much mules eat, how many you need, how much equipment, that mountain ponies would be better. You are better on foot going through. We need a pack mule for each of us and two or three to carry the extra food. He has already prepared a list of supplies.

Aramil smiles 'You’re a handy person to have around!'

Bomilcar nods. 'As Shadow Dancer said I am a very seasoned campaigner. The temple can provide us with food and firewood. Mules need to be bought or stolen.'

Mikal turns to Dara. 'Can you transform into a mule?'

She glowers at the idea saying something in Eladrin that means go fuck yourself.

Aramil raises an eyebrow but says nothing.


Buron and the quartermaster arrange supplies for two weeks but no mules.

Boomer asks if Dara knows anyone who may have mules.

'Yes I do.'

Mikal tries again. He explains that it would helpful if she turned into a mule so he could smuggle her out with the rest of the creatures. It would be helpful to have a second person outside with the train.

Dara agrees now that she understands she isn’t expected to be a fulltime pack animal for the trip.

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Now ready, the party make their way east for about three quarters of the city, taking them past the Grand Square with the statue of Coal-Tongue, and past the gaudy house of Mr Menash. The road they follow is Emelk Way, the most direct main road in the city. They hurry as Dara knows her acquaintance will shut up shop by nightfall.

At the mule dealer we find the house is boarded up with some dead mules in the yard. The remaining mules are scrawny and look undernourished. Mikal examines them. They are scrawny but actually just under-exercised so are worth a try.

Knocking on the door there is no answer. Mikal unlocks it.

Dara enters finding a huge hole in the roof and the sour odour of a dead gryphon. Shadow
Dancer, Boomer, Mikal spread out to loot the place for things they can use.

Shadow finds the bills of ownership for the mules and they are blank. Boomer carves up the gryphon body for steaks. Mikal finds a black bladed long sword above a fireplace. He also finds many items of female clothing, expensive looking and on the dresser he finds a locked book. There is also a small box containing four vials of red liquid, a 500gp pearl ring, 100gp worth of costume jewellery and a lock box of 400gp in mixed change.

Aramil and Dara have busied themselves with finding tack for the mules. The others arrive and Shadow shows Mikal the blank ownership papers. Mikal advises they be assigned to him. It is agreed and completed. Just as they’re tacking up outside they hear a loud explosion from a district or two west of where they are. A pillar of flame shoots into the air near the statue of Coal-Tongue.

The tacking is finished in a flurry.

'Let’s just go!' calls Shadow as he fastens a mules’ bridal.


As they get onto Emelk way they find it is now thronging with panicked people. Rumours abound about the Torch of the Burning Sky, volcanoes, and invisible dragons. Large numbers of Gryphon riders circle above, calling down to tell everyone to get into their homes.

Menash’s estate has been blown-up, he was a member of the assembly after all.

The sheer number of people and guards begins to force us off the Emelk Way down into a side road away from the crowd. The sharper senses of Dara, Mikal and Shadow notice that as the tumult fades there are footfalls behind us, scrunching in the snow and ice. Mikal glances behind seeing torchlight reflected off the homes behind us. Shadow Dancer calls to Aramil. 'Go ahead and make preparations.'

Shadow and Mikal go to hide to wait for those that follow. Aramil and Bomilcar shoot ahead while

Boomer and Dara will follow with the painfully slow mules.


From their hiding place they notice four men dressed in city hoplite armour. The guards follow their footprints to the closed doorway and look up startled. They see nothing. Shadow Dancer and Mikal are hidden completely.

Aramil and Bomilcar turn a corner and find four men in red armbands in front of them. Standing four abreast across a tiny street

Aramil calls out in a mock friendly tone. 'Evening gents!'

Session 4 - WotBS - Sunday 13th September 2009

Dara- Elf- Druid
Aramil- Eladrin - Warlord
Sonea- Human - Wizard
Shadow Dancer- Eladrin - Avenger
Torthen- Dwarf – Paladin
Mikal- Human- Rogue
Adahan (Boomer) - Human- Swordmage
Torrent- Human- Cleric

Back in the ruined tower that serves as Diogeanese’s quarters the air is tense. The mage has spent all night trying to protect Gate Pass and now his patience is wearing a little thin.

Sonea can see her father needs a rest so gets to the point. 'We think Shealis has the box. We need to get the box from her. Dad we need your help here.'

Aramil joins in. 'We’ll be needing resources, anything you can provide us with.'

Diogeanese nods and holds up a hand. 'Okay. Okay, I happen to know for a fact she’s been prying into things that don’t concern her. She’s a Zaman. She’s got a solon for a familiar. What sort of warmage takes the risk of bonding a familiar? She has Gabal under her thumb. I can’t help directly you understand. What I can do however is help you get to her. I can create a globe of force around Shealis’s cottage, to prevent anyone entering or leaving; a ritual which I can conduct from the top of my tower. I will only drop it once I get a signal from you. All depends on whether you will confront Shealis.' Diogeanese watches them intently to judge their strength of resolve in their cause.

Sonea, Aramil and Torthen agree with the plan and discuss the finer details. Torthen advises he will give the signal. He will hang back while the others go ahead so seeing how the land lies.

The mage and his daughter set to work discussing the casting of the ritual. He explains to the others that he’s had a long night and may not be able to keep this up long. He will need Sonea’s help.



Totally unaware he has been given the slip, Boomer continues walking and talking to his missing companion.

Not far off, outside some of the lecturer’s cottages, Shadow sneaks quietly out from his hiding place in a bush. Within a minute or so, along one of the many paths, he enquires from a red robed man if he can point him towards Shealis.

Unfortunately for him he didn’t remember the warning to stay away from the red-robed wizards as they are on high alert just now. Though, he does look vaguely bemused when he is frog-marched back to Diogeanese’s tower under escort.

Boomer hadn’t been far away and seeing Shadow under escort he follows at a distance, shaking his head.

As Aramil and Torthen leave the tower to find Boomer and Shadow they too meet with the red-robed wizards escorting Shadow Dancer, and are held at wand tip and interrogated too. Security is imperative in times like these.

The senior red-robe wizard Orpheo raps on the door with intent; addressing Diogeanese about the matter at hand. The older mage explains as much as is needed and advises Orpheo that all is well. Sonea’s group are ushered back into the room once again, shutting out the snow and prying eyes.

Sighing deeply he turns to them 'I can see we may need an invisibility spell to get you there.'

The dwarf hits on an idea 'You know they are all wearing red cloaks. If we wear some we can maybe walk around a bit less conspicuously, Diogeanese?'

'Look in my wardrobe.' He points at an old solid oak-doored cupboard and waits a moment.

'Do I have any?' silence follows. 'No. I’m not a student.' Her patience obviously wearing thin, Sonea glares at her father’s sarcasm, prompting him a little.

'But I can get you some.' He finishes.

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Mikal had been scouting and fighting around the City Walls all night and is now cold, wet and knackered, not to mention hungry.

Dressed all in black, his face covered by a black silk scarf, he pads quietly back into the city with several other members of the Gate Pass military, loaded down with soot blackened weapons, including his precious chakram.

Arriving at the temple he seeks out Buron who quickly introduces him to Dara, who is tending the wounded.

'Dara, this here is Mikal. Mikal, meet Dara.' Buron introduces the pair and moves them aside out of other’s earshot.

Buron continues and explains for Mikal’s benefit. 'We’ve got some bad news. It would seem there is an Arcanis cell already in the city, here to kill off influential people. We only have Dara’s cell available to do anything about it.'

Dara advises that she will need to track down her companions and Buron assigns Mikal to aid her.

Mikal gives his report of what he seen outside to Buron while Dara disappears to get kitted up.

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Diogeanese and Sonea spend around twenty minutes sorting materials and preparing for the ritual. He points out which cottage belongs to Shealis before leaving for a few minutes to return with the cloaks.

Diogeanese reads instructions as to where things go while Sonea runs around acting as his hands- father and daughter, mage and assistant.

Leaning against a wall, Shadow Dancer stands nearby observing and writing down notes for his own future interest.

There is a knock at the tower door.

'Get that door will you!' Barks Diogeanese from above.

Aramil walks over and finds Dara covered in snow and soaking wet. Next to her is a man dressed in black, scarf obscuring his face, looking much the same.

Now downstairs in the room with them Diogeanese is tired and can’t abide the cold. 'Come in and shut that door!'

Both sorry figures enter as the mage eyes them up. 'We don’t have enough red robes for this.'

Torthen the dwarf makes a suggestion. 'We can put robes on those who look like they should wear them. They can escort the others.'

Quite quickly a discussion ensues over who looks like they should be wearing them.

Ignoring the argument, Aramil addresses Dara. 'We are going to be heading down to see Shealis. You are going to be following us.'

Mikal steps in. 'Guess what? From now on I shall be joining you. This is the word from your leader, Buron.'

'You’ll be joining us? Any particular reason?' Aramil raises a questioning eyebrow.

Mikal quickly looks at the present company and judges them to be together. 'Yes. You lot are to help us out here. The Arcanis have a small cell in the city and are targeting some high ranking officials. Naturally they asked me to come get you to help.'

Aramil nods. 'First we shall do our thing. Put on your cloak and we shall go get our wee blue box.'

'Description?' enquires the black figure.

Sonea raises her voice. 'You’ll know it when you see it. It glows.'

'That is as much as we know.' Aramil makes it clear that’s the end of the conversation for now.

Diogeanese get’s to the point. 'You need to be close to the walls or inside the cottage when I begin the orb. It will last for around twenty minutes, or as long as I can hold it. It is completely invisible. I will release the globe as soon as you come out and show the signal.'

Cloaks are handed to Aramil, Torthen, Mikal and Dara as Boomer already wears a one. It’s only Shadow Dancer who doesn’t as he was the one who was caught before - the less attention from the red-robed wizards the better.

The escort leaves and takes a fairly straight forward route to the cottage. Boomer begins asking questions about the intended tactics. At this Shadow Dancer suggests that they walk in and ask for the box and negotiate by bluffing that they have the password. Aramil agrees but Torthen suggests that they bring the box out, use the password, therefore ensuing everyone is happy. It is pointed out by Boomer that there is no actual password. So any negotiations should involve a situation where they are required to open the box there and then. Aramil confirms. 'Our plan is to get the box.'

'Assuming that Shealis doesn’t just attack us.' Dara states the obvious problem.

Boomer nods. 'As I said, we need tactics, as that fight in the crypt was abysmal.'

Aramil laughs at this. 'Take it that you all missed my inspiring presence.' The dwarf chokes a laughing grunt. Aramil fires him a sharp look. 'Shut it shorty!'

Boomer sides with Aramil. 'I suggest that we listen and follow the warlord.'

'Thankyou.' Aramil is grateful for some sense from someone.

Dara suggests that as she has the ability to shapeshift into a handy small size such as a mouse, she could do a quick bit of scouting?

This leads to more discussion with Boomer suggesting that Dara steals the box if she can. Aramil suggests simply killing the wizard and searching her cottage for the box, and Shadow points out that everyone is assuming that the box is there, which infact it might not be.

Changing the subject slightly Shadow Dancer smiles. 'Does Shealis have a cat?'

Dara smiles back and decides that a large spider will suffice for the needs of this expedition. 'I’ll need someone to get me in close in my more diminutive form.' Mikal offers to sneak close enough to get her to the thatched roof, thus letting the others stay out of the way.

Someone sniggers, making the comical suggestion of Mikal just using his chakram to get Dara there- a flying spider. The druidess rolls her eyes as such nonsense.

Aramil grunts about humans being a bunch of shaved fucking monkeys. He gets everyone to quit it and split as they are starting to look conspicuous.

Mikal and Dara move on with the druidess dipping into a bush to shed her clothes and shapeshift into a large black spider with velvet red-tipped hairs and glistening black eyes.


Scuttling up and under the thatch of the cottage, Dara finds her way onto a beam and along onto a suitable vantage point to dangle from. She finds the whole cottage seems to be only one room- one door in and out, and one closet with a fiery red glow from beneath its door. The walls are lined in bookcases with shelves covered in the usual magical academic clutter. The room’s occupant is a tall woman in her late twenties/early thirties. Blonde hair braided back from her temples to keep the thick of her mane at her back. She’s scantily dressed, in Dara’s opinion, as her svelte figure is dressed in long flowing layers of near transparent purple silk, emphasised by a purple wrap around her ample bosom. She sits at a table facing the door into the cottage, a wand close by her fingertips, which drum at the table as though she is waiting for someone.

Dara is happy she has seen enough and quickly returns to her clothes then Mikal with the rest of the group. She explains that there is only one room- one door in and out, and what appears to be one cupboard door, with the fiery red glow.

Shadow Dancer suggests he may be the one that is expected. So he should just go and talk to her.
Mikal asks if there could be extra rooms inside the wall or extra-dimensionally? If mages are capable of this would it not be advantageous to a mage not just to have an extra room and a bolt hole but even a cottage.

The tendency to break into discussion is ensuing again. Shadow simply rolls his eyes and begins walking to the door.

He knocks firmly.

'Come in.' Replies a female voice.

The door opens to reveal the purple swathed woman looking serene but intent on the men in her doorway.

'Come in gentlemen and stay along the walls. No funny moves.' She indicates with an immaculate finger the wall in front of her for the benefit of Aramil, Shadow Dancer, Boomer and Torthen as they file in.

Dara and Mikal remain outside as they had stepped aside when Shadow had moved off with clear intentions of knocking on the door.

Shealis inspects Shadow Dancer from her seat.

'I believe you have been expecting me.' Shadow is unruffled under the gaze.

She nods an affirmative and enquires about the nature of the negotiations Shadow Dancer indicated he wished to enter into while being interrogated by the Solon at the depository.


Outside Mikal has sneaked along one of the walls to try and peer into a window. Dara is pressed against the other wall next to another window. Looking up she sees the tower and two figures giving off the distinct feeling of confusion and expectation. She gives the signal to Sonea and Diogeanese to begin the orb.


Shadow knows with his insight that Shealis can’t be intimidated, infact it would be counterproductive, so he relaxes and leans against the wall. 'So you do know what we are here to talk about.'

Aramil remains quiet. Just watching how things play out.

Torthen interjects. 'With regards to the item we are talking about. I realise that you have it and you know what we are talking about. You haven’t been able to open it or see inside it?'

'I agree totally. This is the reason we are here to negotiate is it not?' Shealis gives a short smile and looks back at Shadow Dancer who advises 'Our privacy has been assured.'

'I have assured this also.' Nods Shealis.

Boomer speaks up. 'You know it’s been agreed by many that Gate Pass is independent today because Zama stepped in to prevent it’s conquest by the Imperium before, to ensure their own borders. Gate Pass was left as a neutral territory at that point as the Imperium wasn’t in a position to be going to war. Would it not be in the common interest of Gate Pass and Zama to keep the Imperium out of the city again and so we should consider working together in the matter of the box?'

Shealis listens. 'I concede that keeping the Imperium out of Gate Pass was in Zama’s interests at the time but Zama has been expecting the Imperium to break the treaty all along and has had forty years to prepare for the day the Imperium would go to war. Gate Pass is no longer so vital to Zaman interests, though of course its continued independence is still desirable.'

'Exactly what is it you plan to do with the box?' asks Aramil.

Shealis explains a little. 'The box will come with me to Zama, to be studied by Zaman wizards at the temple of Yhellos, and so that the information within be studied. Zama wants Gate Pass to be independent and we are happy to share the information we find. I have other points I would like to discuss otherwise I wouldn’t be here.'

Shadow Dancer looks at Shealis. 'I am obviously a stranger in this world. Does Zama need to remain uninvolved in this current war?' Shadow Dancer tries to imply that there would be trouble if the resistance were to permit knowledge that Zama has the box to reach the Arcanum.

'Actually I think you’ll find that the Arcanum and ourselves have been involved in a tit for tat espionage play for the better part of forty years. It would come as no surprise to them. In any case, we fully expect to be in a state of open war with the Imperium very shortly. When they are finished with Gate Pass they will surely focus their attentions on the protectorate.' Shealis watches the bodies of those in front of her, their stance, breath and eyes.

Torthen continues. 'Even so, given the situation with the box that you have acknowledged, I wonder would it be all that advantageous to you for the Arcanum to know that you are in possession of it. What are you willing to give for them not to know? That you have been withholding it and the information and secrets within it?'

Shealis laughs quietly at the attempts of diplomacy. 'Well I don’t have the box in my possession. So ultimately I wouldn’t care if they knew. But yes, ultimately the Arcane Imperium could move against me as an individual if they knew colleagues and I personally had the box.'

Torthen nods. 'So the fact is that you are personally at risk and could be assassinated...'

'Comes with the job.' Shealis finishes his statement. She is beginning to grow cold with the line of questioning.

Boomer speaks again. 'We are aware of the political situation between the two Empires...'

Shealis noticeably stiffens at the insinuation that Zama is an 'Empire', but Boomer does not realise why. '...and that we are a buffer. We know we won’t get through this war without loss.
We can make sacrifices however.'

Shealis looks pointedly at him. 'Really? What sacrifices would you be willing to make?'

Boomer continues. 'We would be willing for one member of the Zaman Empire...' Shealis flinches again and grits her teeth. '... to accompany us to the Lyceum, an ally of Gate Pass, where we shall have the box examined by the most highly regarded magical school in the Known World.'


Boomer is not entirely sure but thinks he has upset her. What he does not realise is that Zama is called a 'protectorate' for a reason – they are non-expansionist and see themselves as the last vestige of the ancient Punic culture which they are sworn to preserve. Zama has never started a foreign war in all its existence. Boomer does not realise this, but Aramil, Shadow Dancer and Torthen do.


Shadow Dancer tries to smooth things over, stating that the party is in a position of strength and would like to bargain.

Shealis seems dubious about the strength of Gate Pass’s negotiating position but allows them to continue.

'You can’t open it.' States Torthen.

'How do you know we can’t? The Sacred Band and the Eighty have many powerful wizards among them.' Shealis asks.

Shadow Dancer successfully deduces that she herself has no idea how to open it. 'You ‘can’t’ open it.'

Boomer tries again, pointing out that Gate Pass is willing to make fairly hefty concessions to share information and that it is still in Zama’s interests to keep the city as a negative buffer. The box might contain information that helps the city hold out longer.

Looking slightly puzzled Shadow speaks. 'You say that were it to become known Zama has the box it would not lead to a deepening of hostilities? Would the box not contain information about where the vanished Emperor has gone? In which case would it not be preferable to take the box where there are wizards most likely able to open it?' He suggests that there are wizards in Lyceum who know the password to open the box.

'You are correct and it may have information about this “disappearance”- or maybe even more valuable information.' Shealis agrees.

Shadow Dancer continues. 'So if someone of Zama were to accompany us to the Lyceum- keeping it out of Zama for now- we get it open and share the information, this would be acceptable?'

Shealis agrees in principle but has conditions. No one in the room disagrees with this.

'Ok, so the conditions are to guarantee the safety of the person going. We would like a hostage in return to undergo a ritual linking the hostage to their representative. What befalls one will befall the other.'

Looks fly around the group at this. Torthen takes a half step forward, so volunteering himself. He offers some heroic words in support of his decision.

'Very well then under these conditions it is agreed. I shall not be accompanying you as I am needed in the city but one of my trusted colleagues will go with you and the box to the Lyceum.' Shealis smiles at her negotiation so far. 'We have no wish to antagonise Gate Pass and we are willing to share this information. I will however accompany you to the boxes location, where the exchange of blood samples between the envoy and the hostage will occur so that they are linked. Then the box shall be handed over to your keep.'

Boomer agrees for everyone. 'These terms are agreeable.'

Shealis offers that if they want to discuss their decision then they are to go ahead. She opens the closet door revealing a flaming bird man. Before entering she points out that all her possessions have wards.

The dwarf turns to the others looking grim. 'First off if I’m being exchanged none of you touch the envoy!'

'Ofcourse! It would not be in Gate Pass’s interests.' Assures Boomer.

Shadow Dancer smirks, he can hardly contain it. 'Cold feet so soon?'

Torthen grunts. 'No merely an inclining of what you are like.'

Aramil looks innocent. 'Trust us?'

'As far as I can comfortably... never mind.' Torthen shakes his head and grumbles to himself.

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Shealis leads everyone from Gabals, with Mikal and Dara introducing themselves and joining the others. Naturally, Sonea is left as she would reveal to Shealis Diogeanese’s involvement. They are led East through various lightly manned gates. The first day of the New Year is still very, very cold with the complete white out of snow. This makes it difficult to follow the path but eventually they reach the Zaman canton. The men on the gates are obviously members of the Zaman Sacred Band (professional soldiers of Zama’s standing army). Tall well muscled men in enchanted runic bronze armour, carrying tall spears, large circular bronze shields and wearing crestless hoplite helmets. Despite the cold all they wear are leather cups, sandals and a thick purple war cloak.

Within the walls of the canton the streets are clean and organised. Everyone is well dressed. The place is calm and all the buildings are untouched. As they are lead through a maze of streets they see that the homes are villas and the shops are large and open, definitely affluent.

Along a street they are lead to a shop, a door makers shop by the sign outside, and lead around the back and in through a no-longer quite so secret door.

On the way from the gates Dara has noticed a rat behaving strangely outside – it does not scurry close to the walls as a rat should and instead runs in the open.

Inside they find the loud yapping and barking of three fire-wreathed dogs. Dara immediately smiles and thinks to herself ‘I want one of those!’ Guardian solons- the weakest form of solon.

Three large stocky men dressed as members of the Sacred Band stand in the room along with the man from the depositary tower. None of them look surprised to see who Shealis has brought with her.

Inside the house is one big empty nothing, a space with a ladder going up to the loft.

Shealis excuses herself and the man from the depositary- her lieutenant- climb the ladder.

Torthen stoops down and pets one of the dogs without ill effect (thanks to his fire resistant armour). It’s hard to determine who is more surprised, the dogs or the guards.

A few moments later Shealis and the lieutenant come back down the ladder with the blue glowing box. It looks just like the illusionary one. The guards are close by.

Shealis has two glass vials and a long silver needle. She turns to one of the guards. 'Bomilcar.' He steps forward and presents his thumb.

Discussion arises among the party about do they really want an eight foot tall heavily muscled man-hardly inconspicuous. Torthen has other opinions and is all for being bonded to someone who has a chance of surviving any tough fights along the way. The silver needle extracts some of the guard’s blood which is placed in the vial.

Shealis turns to Torthen. 'Would you mind presenting me with your hand?'

'Sure.' He takes off his glove and extends his hand. Again Shealis extracts some blood to be placed in the same vial, and mixes them together while saying an incantation. She decants the main vial into two smaller ones and passes them to Torthen and Bomilcar for safekeeping.

The man from the depositary tower, the Lieutenant steps forward to Aramil. 'Here you go.' He hands the box over. 'I’d rather you don’t tell us how you are getting out the city.'

Meanwhile, Boomer speaks to Bomilcar. 'Should the need arise will you fight alongside us or stay behind?' Bomilcar responds with some well executed air thrusts of his spear.

At this Boomer asks. 'Might I ask you to stand behind us in battle?'

'The Sacred Band does not stand behind anyone.'

Aramil steps forward with his package. 'Will you be willing to follow my orders in battle?'

'Do your companions?' Bomilcar fixes an eye on him.

Aramil shrugs. 'Mostly.'

Bomilcar nods. 'If you earn my respect then I will follow you.'

Aramil accepts this. 'We will see how it goes.'

Shealis smiles quickly and claps her hands in command. 'I am fairly gratified to see you boys getting along so well but go!'

Bomilcar nods quickly at Shealis and turns to the others. 'I will meet you at the enclave gates. I must change.'

'So after... he can find his way back?' enquires Boomer of Shealis.

'He can return by himself, he is quite capable. Torthen and Bomilcar need to be in the same room to break the spell.' With that Shealis leaves.

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While making their way to gates for Bomilcar the group sum quietly discuss their situation. They have the box and Zama tentatively onside. At present they don’t have a way out of the city and there is an Arcanis cell in the city looking for the box and trying to assassinate officials.

It is agreed that Boomer should collect Sonea as they swing past Gabals on the way to the Temple where Torrent should meet up with them.

The blizzard seems to be lessening, no longer a white out, but still snowing with drifts. Dara knows this isn’t particularly natural. A blizzard like this should be blowing for the rest of the day. She also notices that they are still being tailed by the strange rat but now a crow is at it as well, neither of them at the same time though. The way the crow flaps its wings it should not be able to fly. The rat isn’t actually scurrying the way it should either.

Arriving at the gates of the enclave Bomilcar arrives a moment or two later, dressed as an outdoor traveller.

The sacred band of Zama is a religious order as well as a professional army- all its members are sworn to the God Yhallos and the Goddess Tanit. Most of its martial types are Paladins with a strong smattering of clerics, invokers, fighters, wizards and warlords.

Bomilcar has short hair and is built like a tank, he looks rather martial. He doesn’t say anything, just falls in behind and marches.

Mikal looks at him sideways. 'Oi soldier boy! Breakstep.'

Bomilcar changes his gate.

Aramil observes this. 'Oh great, instead we have an eight foot man who looks like he shat himself.'

'Walk like you’re a skirmisher.' Adds Boomer helpfully.

Bomilcar looks indignant. 'Do I look like a skirmisher to you boy?'

Boomer shrugs. 'No but that is the problem.'

'He looks more like a trebuchet.' Laughs Mikal.

Shadow Dancer is greatly amused at the exchanges.

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The group heads off, Boomer to Gabals and the rest to the Temple.

The box is the size of a small crate; it’s double wrapped in a pack to hide the glow as it is carried on Aramil’s back.

Eventually arriving at the temple they find it to be largely deserted. The few wounded that are left are the ones who probably won’t make it. No sign of Buron and Torrent but a priest advises that they are downstairs where some of the priests are cleaning up and reconsecrating the tomb below.

Inside the door beside the altar the two half orcs glare then relax as the door opens. They advise that there have been no more problems from the crypt.

Everyone heads down to the room in the cellars where they find Buron and a Halfling dressed in leather clothing, not particularly martial, talking to Torrent and Badger (who looks like the walking dead). Badger is sitting in a chair and is wrapped in several blankets.

The conversion stops abruptly.

Aramil walks in. 'Don’t let us interrupt you.'

Buron fumes visibly and points a white finger at Bomilcar. 'Who is that why is he here?!'

'Bomilcar is here and he is going to be accompanying us.' Informs Aramil.

Buron looks at the huge man 'Would you excuse us?'

Bomilcar shrugs and leaves, closing the door behind him.

Buron turns on those present. 'Bomilcar is a Zaman name! Why is he here?'

Aramil holds his hands up. 'Good news and bad news. We have the box.'

Buron nods. 'Excellent.' Going quiet and with precise speech he continues. 'Why is he here?'

Unintimidated Aramil looks at him. 'That’s why he is here.'

'You know the dwarf? We swapped him.' Adds Mikal helpfully.

The Halfling holds up his hands “Wait, wait, wait! I don’t need to hear anything else. I was here only to help in getting the box.” He turns and leaves though the door, closing it behind him.

Torrent explains just how unhappy she is. She has spent half the morning looking for the Halfling sorcerer only to find they won’t need him!

The air just about seethes with the anger from the senior resistance members, upset is an understatement.

'Ok. For the moment we have the box. We are assisting the Zamans to an extent. Most importantly we have the box.' Aramil tries to placate the gathering storm.

Torrent narrows her eyes. 'What did you promise them?'

Aramil cracks half a smile, hopeful. 'A wee look?'

Mikal assures quickly. 'When we are on neutral territory and we open it.'

Torrent glares almost open mouthed at them. 'What was the last thing I said before I went to sleep?' Her hands are almost shaking now with anger.

'Goodnight?' Aramil, Shadow Dancer and Mikal know they shouldn’t have but they couldn’t help themselves.

Torrent holds her breath and turns a fetching shade of purple.

Before she can explode Mikal suggests that they don’t let the Zamans get to see what is inside the box.

Shadow Dancer leans forward. 'Buron, I strongly suggest you don’t carry on with your line of questioning.'

Aramil nods. 'It’s a problem we can work around, for access to the box.'

Torrent’s arms are straight through tension, she just manages to voice through clenched teeth.

'DON’T. DO. ANYTHING. CONSPICIOUS!'

Mikal shrugs and gives it a stir. 'It’s not conspicuous. Blatant, but not conspicuous.'

Torrent and Buron do not look in any way, shape or form amused.

At the end of his rope, Buron turns to Torrent. 'I thought you would have been able to control your own cell!'

Badger raises a pale hand. 'Let’s not discuss this in public. Gentleman you have the box. What have you done about the assassins?'

'Working on that now.' Aramil gladly answers Badger.

'We had to get the box before we could work on those.' Adds Mikal.

'Would knowing they have been here a week help?' offers Shadow.

Badger eyes him. 'What else do you know?'

'The Zamans are aware they are here.'

Badger nods. 'Interesting.' He explains 'Generally speaking the Zamans only tell us what they want us to hear. Half of it is lies.'



Outside Boomer arrives at the temple and in the stairwell finds Bomilcar at the door.

'Ah Bomilcar! Having a discussion in there are they?' Boomer asks slyly.

Bomilcar nods curtly.

'Not listening are you?' he continues.

Bomilcar shakes his head expressionless.

'They didn’t send out anyone else?'

Bomilcar shakes his head again.

'I think you should accompany me to the common room.' Boomer smiles and nods agreeably.

The giant of a man agrees. 'In the interests of cooperation between our two covert bodies I’ll accompany you.'

'Thanks!' Mikal’s voice is clearly heard from behind the door.

Boomer leads Bomilcar away to a common room and has half orc guards keep an eye on him.

They have orders to come find Boomer if need be.


'You do know you sent him to listen at the door?' Mikal looks at Buron.

Buron glares. 'Mikal get out! Just get out! All of you just get OUT!'

At this Boomer enters. 'Which idiot just told him to stand outside the door?'

Buron erupts completely. 'GET OUT!'

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The party leave for the relative safety and calm of the common room to find some heat and refreshments. In the stairwell Mikal asks 'Quick question. Has anyone noticed anyone following or anything strange or magical with Bomilcar?'

Dara explains about the snow and the strange creatures following their movements.

Mikal asks if the rat or crow was at the same time.

'Separately.' Dara is sure.

'It could be one creature taking two forms or many.' Mulls Shadow.

'Next time you see either of them give us a sign.' Aramil asks.

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On entering the common room some people can’t help but angle for some fun.

'Ah! There you are Bombastic!' Boomer grins.

'BOMILCAR.' Bomilcar looks at Boomer.

'Hello Bobblehat.' Mikal joins in.

'Bamboozel.' Laughs Shadow.

'Oh. You were addressing me?' Bomilcar looks round at them. 'I thought you were addressing the others. You haven’t introduced yourselves.'

At this they give in and make their introductions.


In the common room while having a rest, drying off and having refreshments, discussion forms over other ways to get to the Lyceum. First of all they need to get out the city. Mikal suggests leaving through the Eastern gate and then travelling South.

It is pointed out that only people with approved passes can exit through the gates and as Bomilcar explains Gate Pass has descriptions and sketchings of all Zamans in the city for immigration control so this will make things tricky.

As they are speaking Boomer detects a very faint glow coming from the cat’s eye gem in the pommel on Bomilcar’s sword- a scrying gem. He observes that it’s faint and muted, musing that this is probably because it is inactive. Boomer decides to tell Aramil about this as soon as he can.

Aramil focuses people’s attention by summing up where they stand currently. 'We have the box, the Zamans are on-side,' He nods at Bomilcar. 'we are being surveyed, we need a writ to exit the city, Diogeanese is the highest placed person in the city we know, and there is an Arcanis cell trying to kill high up people in Gate Pass.'

Session 3 - WotBS - Sunday 16th August 2009

Dara- Elf- Druid
Aramil- Eladrin - Warlord
Sonea- Human - Wizard
Shadow Dancer- Eladrin - Avenger
Torthen- Dwarf – Paladin
Adahan (Boomer)- Human- Swordmage
Torrent- Human- Cleric

Following the near-death experience of fighting off the wyvern rider from the house he’d crashed into, everyone was keen to make their way to the nearby safe house of the temple. Taking the now orphaned child with them, Aramil, Shadow Dancer and Dara follow Torrent through the cold dark streets. The cobbles are slick with muddied snow and frosted in untrodden parts. The hours aren’t far into the (so far) bleak New Year.

Not far away they come into an open square between the houses where they find the Temple of the Aquiline Heart (a Pantheon temple to the healing gods) in the form of an old broch hill fort sitting atop a man-made mound. It seems the priests remained throughout the attacks to care for those seeking healing, protection and sanctuary, as there always will be in times such as these.

Entering the building they are met with the sight of almost a hundred nervous citizens of Gate Pass- women and children- the young, the old and the infirm- covering all available space including the floors, makeshift bunks and squeezed into side rooms. The walls emanate a blue magical glow, illuminating the white habits of the few priests bustling among their charges. It’s clear that the night’s activities have drained the holy men; their faces are drawn and tired. Even with their healing powers at a low ebb they continue to heal and console those in their care as best they can.

Torrent speaks to a priest nearby, arranging for Badger to be taken to the infirmary with his suspected pneumonia where he’ll be settled into a makeshift bunkroom. Before departing the priest spies the little boy clinging to Torrents’ tabard. He recognises him and makes enquiries. Gratefully for the little one the priest shepherds him off to some relatives who are sheltering in the Temple.

Work done, Torrent takes this moment to lead on through the crowds and beds to an old oak door by the altar area. Just inside are two half-orc guards and a well-worn spiral staircase of stone leading down to a series of cellars. The party are invited to bed down for the night in as private a quarters as the priests can manage.

The cellars are found to be lit by torches and tallow candles lending a thick fragrance to the dark. It is quite clear that one of the cellars is a weapons store.

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No sounds of battle ahead or at the western wall, even the trebuchets have fallen silent. A welcome sound of silence rings perceptibly in the air.

The stout armoured figure of a dwarf makes his way through the cold, dark streets. Torthen finds Sonea lying in a red cloaked heap on the cobbles. She’s dazed and bloodied from the crush of people at the gate earlier on. Helping her to her feet they make their way towards the gates where the guard on duty follows Torrents’ instructions and directs them to go to the depositary tower. More empty chilled streets and they find at the tower a dwarf who informs them their friend is at the Temple of the Aquiline Heart.

Soon they find their destination as being on a small hill, and being a fort of sorts, it’s quite a feature. Upon entering they are met by two men who are clearly expecting them, as well as a hall crammed with people.

The large portly priest in the white habit of the Order of Aquiline Heart steps forward. The magical blue light catches the embroidery on his habit showing the heart embraced by a protective eagle. Possibly this is the gentleman in charge?

Next to him is an unusual looking stranger. Very tall and slim with a fairly toned physique and skin with the permanent deep tan and leathery texture you would expect of a blacksmith. His hair is long and black but very unusual, not quite like hair at all. He also sports deep scars on his face, with many intricate scars exposed on his arm and chest of his unguarded left-side. Armed with two swords; one at either side, and wearing a suit of light brown hide armour he doesn’t look like a blacksmith.

'Ah there you are! No place to talk. Follow me to the priestly vestment area where you can rejoin your companions. I am Buron, proctor of this temple.' The priest seems personable but certainly a man of intent as he quickly leads the way through the bodies, stopping to pat the odd hand or give some kind words to those in need.

Sonea leans towards to the unnamed stranger on the way through and asks his name.

'Call me Boomer.' He says with a smile.

Arriving at the altar Buron gives the door a cautionary knock before stepping in. Ushering in those that follow, he bars it quickly behind them.

Quickly they are led down the spiral staircase past the guards to the cellars where Aramil, Shadow Dancer and Torrent are settling in.

'Do you have the box?' Buron bustles in and looks at Torrent urgently without a glance at anyone else.

Torrent looks sheepish.

Before she can answer Shadow Dancer turns to Sonea and Torthen, 'We don’t have the box. Had you arrived at the tower with us we could have forestalled its’ theft.'

Torthen grunts, defending his actions, 'For all your speed you did not prevail. There were wounded for me to attend to.'

'Theft? Theft from where and by whom?' Buron steps forward.

Shadow Dancer speaks to nobody in particular. 'I think I have an idea and I may have fostered the seeds of an alliance with them that took the box. Agents of Zama I believe.'

Buron sputters 'That’s nearly as bad as the Imperium having the box!'

'Why?' asks Shadow.

With a sigh Buron explains 'The box was potential leverage against them. We in the resistance know better than to trust any of our neighbours, Doldovan, Imperial or Zaman. For all their protestations of neutrality, the Zaman Queens have always manipulated regional events through clandestine means as much as by mercantilism.

Isn’t it bad enough that they have their own enclave in this, our city, an entire district ruled in accordance with their own laws and by their soldiers?'

Shadow Dancer looks bored at petty human concerns. Looking at Sonea he adds 'We do have one lead, the wizard’s college.'

'You mean Gabal’s? Most of the Guard officers in the city trained there as well.' replies Buron.

'Do you know of one named Shealis?' Shadow continues.

Sonea sounds disgusted, 'Shealis! That wench! She’s Gabal’s latest slut. She’s nothing more than a Harlot and a strumpet.'

Making a delicate noise of disgust she goes on to explain that Shealis is a recent addition to the faculty at Gabal’s School of War, a Zaman wench whose rapid rise to assistant head of the faculty in Evocation studies has almost certainly been acquired through means of sexual favours.

Buron almost asks the obvious, 'And you are familiar with this person?'

'Yes.' she indicates her red robes with a brush of her hand. 'I only recently graduated from the school myself.'

'Then we have some inroads. I suggest you all rest here and we will explore these new avenues that have opened up before us in the morning. Which it nearly is!' Buron seems pleased that though they do not have the box, they do have some avenues of enquiry.

Turning to leave he stops for a moment, clearly remembering something. 'Ah. Before I leave, with Badger ill, Boomer here will be his replacement within the cell.'

Shadow raises an elegant eyebrow, '...and he is who?'

With a quick wave of his hand Buron indicates the human stranger standing beside him then leaves, a proctor has much to do on days like these.

The fatigue is beginning to show with everyone as, almost as if he didn’t exist, the newcomer Boomer is left to his own devices.

With one eye on this ‘Boomer’ and the other firmly on the stock in the weapons store, Shadow Dancer takes note of what’s available and refreshes his crossbow bolt supply.

Sitting on some of the makeshift beds placed in the cellars for them Aramil, Sonea and Dara take the time to sort through the items they’d gathered. They pay special attention to the more unusual artefacts such as the black runic plate mail armour.

The inspection reveals that the plate mail armour (seemingly sized for someone with the breadth of shoulders of an Ogre) is specifically black iron plate mail providing protection against magical attacks dealing in the likes of necrotic energy and fire.

The hide armour, also acquired in the depository tower, is specially designed for Druids and their kin. Those who deal and dabble in transformation would find it particularly useful as it morphs with the wearer and enhances their agility and control while in another form.

After a pretty quick discussion it’s decided that Torthen should take the plate and that Dara would make best use of the hide.

'This is all well and good but what rewards are there for the rest of us?' Shadow Dancer interjects obviously feeling hard done by in the loot stakes.

Torrent is having none of it at this time of the morning. 'I should think that serving your city would be reward enough. But if you need additional equipment I am sure our quartermaster will be able to fulfil your needs – for a token sum of course.'

Eager to ready themselves for the day ahead Torrent leads Shadow Dancer and Torthen down the hall to visit the quartermaster. Seemingly rousing him from his bed the man has in fact been awake all night with the uproar of the attacks. He is in much demand at a time like this.
Torthen no longer needs his old scale mail now that he has black iron to protect his back so he sells it on for a reasonable price. Shadow also sells a shortsword he had in his possession and trades the crossbows he’d captured from the attackers at the Poison Apple pub for one of a better calibre.

The quartermaster is happy to add more armour and weapons to his supply and goes back to bed content.

When they get back to their quarters they find that Aramil, Sonea and Dara have bunked down for the night already and the stranger Boomer is asleep in a corner of his own.



Tallow candles don’t last forever and the torches seem reluctant to give much light to the dark. The dark starts to move with sound. Quietly there begins what sounds like scratching and digging noises. These are, however, sporadic. Those who do wake to the noise drift off again in their fatigued slumber.

No more than an hour of sleep under her belt and Dara is woken by one of the white-robed priests holding a small candle for light. With quick and quiet words she gathers her belongings and leaves with the brother. She looks alarmed.

Shadow Dancer never sleeps easy and within moments of the candle’s orb of light leaving the cellar he’s up and ghosting after them, advising Torrent on the way.

True to his name he soundlessly follows Dara, unbeknownst to her. Out on the streets nearby the air tears with the ungodly screaming of a wounded gryphon. Its’ rider lies dead on a stretcher beside its mount. Dara calls to the gryphon in a soothing, calming voice and sets about tending to its wounds.

Shadow is content with what he sees and returns to the temple to catch some form of rest.



By what must be about 5am a strange crashing sound fills the cellar and reverberates off the close stone walls.

Torthen, who has been lying awake and listening to scratching noises that he believed to be the sound of digging, looks around to see if anyone else noticed the crash. No one moves. Quickly putting his armour on he rouses the others. Realising Shadow Dancer is already awake and that Dara is no longer with them.

'Make something of the noise?' asks Shadow.

'Yes, Digging.'

At such an obvious and simple answer Shadow Dancer pokes some sarcastic fun at Torthen. 'Not rats in the sewers?'

'Not unless 6ft tall!' laughs Torthen as he leaves the cellar to alert the half-orc guards.
Shadow Dancer loads his crossbows in anticipation.

Torthen tells the guards to tell whoever is in charge of the temple defences that he has heard tunnelling coming closer to the temple cellars and that they should expect that a diversionary attack could be coming from below as well as aboveground.

One of them grunts something about how dwarves would know about that kind of stuff and runs off. Torthen returns to the cellars and quickly behind him arrives Buron looking dishevelled.

'What’s all this about attacks from below?'

'I hear burrowing from below.' Informs Torthen.

Considering for a moment Buron thinks out loud. 'We aren’t near sewers the only thing near is…' he pauses a moment as the thought hits 'the old crypt. Oh, not good.'

The dwarf agrees with the priest.

'This temple wasn’t always here. Before Myceneans came to this land the temple used to be an old Doldovan hill fort. The only thing beneath these cellars are the old crypts.' the proctor explains.

Shadow Dancer steps forward. 'Call in your priests.' he instructs flatly.

'Our Priests are healers, not warrior-clerics. They are ritual casters, not soldiers. Our Temple Guards are not yet ordained paladins.'

Almost amazed at this Shadow asks 'You don’t have priests who can fight the undead?'

'Only lay priests, not clerics.'

'Why would Imperials attack a hospital?' Shadow sounds confused.

Buron explains 'During the occupation, when the Imperials tried to close all the temples and exile the priests, a miracle occurred. No Imperial could remove this temples sole attendant; a priest. If they tried to kill him their swords would break, if they tried to move him they could not lift him. Eventually the priest challenged the Imperials who attempted to evict him- if he could stay within the temple for a year and a day, not eating and not drinking, then his order would be allowed to remain in the city and the temple itself would become a safe haven that no Imperial could enter. The priest miraculously survived, bathed in light for the whole year and a day, only to die shortly after winning his challenge. The temple became a symbol of defiance for the City and it was here, in its very precincts, protected from the roving eye of the Arcanum, that the resistance was born.'

'So if they were to choose a target, this would be it?' Shadow Dancer sighs at how obvious it seems.

'This temple stood as a symbol of Gate Pass’s resistance 40 years ago.'

Shadow rolls his eyes. 'And you STILL use this place as a ‘safe house’?'

'It was 40 years ago!' Buron says in his Orders defence.

By now Aramil, Sonea and Torrent are fully awake and ready, having listened to the exchange.

'Didn’t we block up the crypt? We’d better go down and take a look.' Torrent looks concerned as she pulls her breastplate, signalling for the others to follow her to the crypt.

Buron pulls Aramil aside and asks that, as an experienced war-leader, could he take charge of the temple defences above ground. He agrees that it would be a sound plan and that he will be back in a moment once his curiosity is sated.

A short flight of steps down from the cellar they’d been in they find a wine cellar and a door blocked with loose stone. Dust and small fragments of rock are shaking lose.

At the top of the pile of debris a face sized hole appears and a brief glimpse of hand pulling matter away is seen. From the other side seeps the chattering of strange voices, vaguely Doldovan, accompanied by an eerie glowing light. Without warning there is a scurrying noise and the glow and voices fade away.

Boomer steps forward from the gloom whispering 'All stay behind me and watch out.'

He places his sword in a gap in the stones, as though about to use his sword as a lever.

Shocked, Torrent hisses 'Don’t do that, you’ll wreck the sword! I have a hammer.'

Boomer sneers and mutters an incantation over his weapon. The sword makes a noise like a thunderbolt striking home and lumps of stone fly from doorway showing darkness beyond the opening. Soon the doorway is clear for passage.

Torrent lights a lantern she finds nearby and the others follow Boomer and her. Inside they find a long passageway and a spiral staircase leading down into the darkness. No sign of those doing the clearing, just an eerie green glow that recedes before the light of the lantern.

'Some sort of undead perhaps?' Whispers Torthen.

Boomer answers back. 'Someone’s raised the dead!'

'On Holy ground?' Shadow sounds surprised.

'Holy ground is the temple itself. Do you think they bothered to consecrate the storage areas?' Snorts Torrent.

Shadow Dancer sounds disgusted. 'We of the feywild do things differently. We would not make such a basic error as to assume any area was safe. Nor do we need to protect ourselves from being risen from the dead. We do not die.'

Torrent sighs. 'From what I am told, you’re mortal enough to die. You just have to have a sword through you.'

'You have to put a stake through their heart first. The hard part is having to find it!', jokes Torthen in a show of dwarven humour.

'Touché.' Shadow smiles in the dark.

It is now obvious to those who are not so perceptive, or do not know him, that the masked figure of Shadow Dancer is infact Eladrin.

Ahead, Boomer starts making his way down the spiral staircase while the banter continues.
Descending a good 20ft before green glow becomes visible again.

'Shall we follow or brick it up again?' Shadow whispers to the dark with a smirk.

It’s Aramil who answers. 'We should follow him, but there’s a chance of an attack upstairs. I had better go look after things.' He sheaths his sword and walks away in measured strides, noting that he now understands what is different about this 'Shadow'.

The rest follow Torrent’s lantern down, hearing metal against metal and sounds of discussion, as though from all around them. At the bottom of the stairs is another passage way with a door to the side. Boomer is already at the door.

Torrent strides confidently to the other side of the door, placing the lantern on the floor and readying herself.

Boomer (being Doldovan) knows ancient Doldovans hated fighting unfairly and using traps, so has no fear that such things will be used against them. He pushes at door but it doesn’t move.

'Dwarf!' In a moment Torthen is scrutinising the door closely. He thinks to himself- 'pivots both ways, fresh grooves in the floor (so recently been turned), hmmm, indicates someone should stand on the other side'. Without a word the dwarf moves in and grabs door, wrenching it right open.


The old crypt is surprisingly illuminated. A hanging lantern floats by itself in the middle of room, dispensing blue light. Some of the ceiling has fallen-in on coffins in one corner and several other coffins stand empty. An ornate and large sarcophagus dominates the far end of crypt. Above it hangs a banner, seemingly as new as the day it was woven, bearing a Black Lion Rampant on a field of white.

Inside are four skeletal archers standing ready to fire in two ranks. Four more axe-wielding skeletal figures stand in near ruined chainmail, their eyes produce a gleaming green glow, surrounding a lager armoured figure bearing a mighty two handed hammer.

Crown atop his forehead, he is a huge hulking green skinned wreck of a man. In death even pallid flesh clings to his yellowed bones. That same eerie green glow emanates from the torn cavities that should be his eyes, nose and mouth. The two handed hammer grasped in his bony hands radiates darkness.

'Tuathan Wight.' Boomer whispers in awe.

A bowstring snaps and three withered arrows snap against the door frame closest to Torthen. With that everyone is snapped back into the situation at hand.

Sonea leaps into action using her academic training well. A magic missile screams at one of the archers and through a rotten gap in its ribs.

'Take it’s not a friendly welcome.' Shadow moves to a firing position at the doorway.

Boomer is already in the room, spinning his sword to crash it down on the closest rikkle of bones he can reach. Bone flies in all directions. Pity skeletons don’t need all their limbs and bones. He quickly swings his sword to point at the Wight casting an Aegis of Ensnarement.

The old Doldovan king turns his attention on the intruder, silently swinging his great hammer round in an arc just missing Boomer by the breadth of a hair. Unfortunately for the human the nearby axe wielding skeletons round on him and don’t miss.

Torrent steps into the fray lending magical help. Sweeping her hammer above her head the deafening clap of a thunder shield surrounds her allies.

Torthen charges the figures attacking Boomer. Missing them with his axe he does manage to knock Boomer back a bit.

More arrows fly through the air as Sonea replies with a trade mark of her education as three Gabal’s Superior magic missiles scream through narrowly missing the Wight but reducing a skeleton to a barely upright ribcage.

From the doorway, Shadow Dancer lets fly with a crossbow bolt. It explodes in one of the dead archers chests sending it flying across the crypt and against the sarcophagus. Shadow holsters his new trusty weapon and draws his sword for his next victim.

Boomer whirls from the impact of Torthen and smacks an incoming axe blade to the ground with his sword. Swinging his blade up into the air he calls forth a thunderblast around him, unfortunately it seems to have no effect on the assailants. Undeterred he skips further back from the Doldovan Wight yelling 'Focus on the Wight!'

The King turns on Boomer but lacks the agility of his living foe. The hammer smashes a sizeable hole in the flagstones as the axe wielding skeletons crowd in to bloody the foolhardy human.

Torrent sees the man in need and calls on Martha’s tide to help regenerate Boomers’ health.

The dwarf however is still tied up with the archers. Dodging between them he misses arrows but fails to bring down any of the walking corpses either.

More screaming Gabal’s Superior magic missiles whizz in exploding an armoured skeleton, in mid swing with its axe, to smithereens. Another strikes home on the Wight, seeming to rile him more.

At this Shadow Dancer ensures he has a gap and strides out of the doorway, raising his blade to point at the main enemy in the fray. Calling an Oath of Enmity, his words are lost in the melee, he continues and swiftly dashes behind the rotting form waiting for the backlash.

Boomer is still in the thick of it with axes coming from all directions. His only saving grace is the healing spell Torrent cast.

The Wight rounds on Shadow with a huge blow sending the eladrin flying backwards. Continuing on, the king moves towards Torrent who’s standing too close for her own good.

She holds her ground regardless, singing out healing words that envelope Boomer. Lucky for him the skeletons are missing so many vital parts that they lack the coherence to do any real damage if they strike home at all. Torrent doesn’t miss the Wight either as she cracks her hammer straight into his oncoming jaw with a crushing wave making him roar and stagger back.

The dwarf is in his element and totally crushes an archer to bits with a single well-planted valiant strike of his weapon. Another archer comes at him, bouncing off his shield. More missiles fill the air managing to blow up another archer, only one shamble of a bow wielding skeleton remains.

Shadow Dancer flashes the undead a grim smile, flashing his cloak to hide Torthen’s charge. 'I’ve not done with this one yet.' He swings his sword with a renewed strike just missing the Wight.
He takes this point to draw on a healing surge.

Boomer shifts into a luring strike which just misses the ribcage of the intended. 'Focus on me you mess of bones!' he is determined to get the axe wielders attention.

Another axe wielder just misses Shadow but hits home on Torthen. Ripping a shard of bone from its arm it tries to drive it between the dwarves’ shoulder blades. Fortunately the black iron runic plate mail absorbs a lot of the damage.

One of the other skeletons engages Shadow Dancer with a pristine greataxe which manages to open a wound on his shoulder and almost knock him to the ground. Shocked he notices the other two only have old rusted axes.

More healing words ring out between the fighting from Torrent to envelope Shadow.

Torthen turns on the skeleton trying to stab him to death and cracks him with a bolstering strike. Taking the time to shift back to give himself a clear shot at it.

Still staggering from the hit from the greataxe, Shadow glares at the Wight 'I’ll deal with you now!'. Dealing with the skeleton standing in his way, his sword almost rips through the old tarnished bronze mail with an avenging echo strike also ripping off a limb and some ribs in the process.

Boomer points his sword at the Wight, 'I’m fed up with you Wight!' He’s taken a lot of damage and has clearly had enough of it. Quickly he dashes round the king’s back to flank. Shadow sees this and shouts 'May the spirit of the feywild fight with you!' giving divine guidance. Boomer’s khopesh strikes across the Wight’s back gouging deep.

The Wight’s attention is on Sonea as he smacks Torrent out of the way with his hammer and gets a few footsteps towards the read robed magic caster before being teleported back by the Aegis of Ensnarement.

The skeleton with the bone shard manages to slice into Torthen again, angering the dwarf to the point of rage. 'Bloody coffin dodgers!'

Shadow is impressed the skeleton is still standing as it swings its greataxe again. With a smile the eladrin uses an illusion to create two of himself as the axe swings through the illusion and the other rips apart more of the skeleton. More bones and mail fall to the floor.

The last standing archer lets loose an arrow that snaps home through Torrents’ breastplate and into her shoulder. She forces out a harsh song of healing words for herself and casts tidal force on Torthen allowing him the speed to smite his foe, throwing the blasted form into the air.

In the corridor Sonea hears footsteps running quickly down the stairwell. Dara appears at a run, looking tired and alarmed, having been told by Aramil of the attack below.

'Sonea I’m glad to see you here!' Dara takes up a position beside her, readying her longbow.

The Tuathan Wight turns to attack Shadow Dancer but he is ready and darts out of the way of the blow.

Sonea tries a different tactic of throwing out empowering lightning on the Wight but it shoots off into the ceiling missing him.

Using the momentum of moving out of the way of the Wight, Shadow slams the skeleton with all his strength with his sword. As the greataxe hits the floor with the corpse, he uses his foot to slide the weapon to Torthen. Pointing his sword dead on the Wight he grits his teeth saying, 'I make you mine.'

Boomer marks the final archer, swinging to hit with a luring strike. An arrow flies loose, dropping Torrent unconscious and bleeding to the floor. The archer still stands.

Seeing Torrent drop, Shadows attention is compromised for a moment. The Doldovan king’s great hammer cracks into him as an arrow from Dara just misses its crown.

As Shadow lands at his feet, Torthen kneels to try laying on of hands but finds he cannot concentrate with the attacks going on around him and the eladrin shoving him out of the way as he struggles to his feet.

Determined, Sonea uses her wand of accuracy, enhanced by empowering lightning, to try and bring down the Wight but he swings out of the way to confront Shadow Dancer who is already running at him.

Boomer swings back again with luring strike at the archer once more, just missing him as he’s seen the Eladrin's position. He tries yelling at the Wight 'Come here!' Trying to divert its attention.

As the king turns slightly at the voice he misses the figure of Shadow Dancer flying at him.

Shadow growls and lets loose a symbol of faerie as he manages to strike the Wight with his sword.

Attention back on Shadow the Tuathan King’s mouth moves in what must have been a smile. Instead an echoing voice fills the room above the din of weapons clashing 'dhk lthi lenkc' (challenge me, you fool?).

Dara drops her longbow beside Sonea and draws her quarterstaff as she runs into the room casting fire seed at the Wight. It just misses and a fiery purple burst of flame explodes around his feet.

The remaining skeletons are in no shape to be hitting those they attack. Torthen hits the axe wielder with a bolstering strike scattering it across the floor and a bolt from Shadow Dancer’s hand crossbow finishes the final archer off.

Boomer swings his sword overhead and smacks the ground in front of the Wight. A pulse of force rips through the Tuathan King, splitting his skin to shreds. An inhuman cry screams from the sarcophagus and a blast of green light flashes the room, receding into a vanishing eerie glow.


Everyone pauses for a moment to take in what has just happened. Enemies gone, Dara uses her skills as a combat medic to bring Torrent round and stay the bleeding with some of her wounds. Soon she is conscious enough to murmur some healing words for herself.

It offends Boomers sensibilities to leave the dead in such an undignified state in the crypt. He gets to work moving the intact skeletons and what bones he can find to the coffins nearby.

The dwarf picks up the greataxe Shadow Dancer had slid him during the fight. On closer inspection he reckons it wouldn’t be all that useful to himself but may be to Aramil.

Fighting done, some of the others attention slips to what could be of value in the crypt. This offends some of the others in the party, including Boomer. He points out to the others that the banner of the Black Lion Rampant on a field of white with a surround of golden embroidery is actually a Tuathan Pennant of the Lost Tribe of the Black Lion- a magical item enchanted to aid against enemies.

'Long ago, before the Myceneans took over Gate Pass, Gate Pass was a small town held by the Black Lions of Doldova. The last chieftain at the time, a man called Culann, was so powerful a warrior he managed to defeat and seduce the goddess Nudd- a chaste goddess of skills at arms who dips her hair in the blood of defeated foes.

The legend goes that he bragged of this deed once too often. One night when he was holding a feast the doors to the broch were thrown open to admit the fiery tempered goddess herself; naked with her modesty only covered by her long red hair. She slew Culann there and then in his own hall as easily as a grown man would slay a child and pronounced a curse that the dead chieftain would never pass to the summer lands and that his house would fall within a year. It’s said that it was only a year to the day that Gate Pass fell to the Myceneans.'

Pointing a finger at the sarcophagus he continues. 'If you look towards the sepulchre the words engraved are a curse. The curse is this- "Here lies one cursed by Nudd, let his folly serve as a warning to all others.” '

Shadow Dancer shrugs and turns his attention to the lamp floating all by itself just below the ceiling. Throwing a rope up to haul it down does nothing, the rope just slips off. Torthen tries with a rope with a hook, a little luckier the hook catches on an oil ring and he pulls with all his strength but it doesn’t move anywhere either.

Boomer watches the attempts and wonders out loud who is good at climbing. Shadow Dancer looks taken aback when Boomer offers him a boost up. Jumping up Shadow manages to grab the lantern. It comes loose but stays in the air as he holds on. Gently he wills it to move down towards the floor and the lantern complies.

Loot safely underarm and Boomer’s history lesson still hanging in the air they decide not to explore anymore of the crypt. Considering the state of the ceiling it would be unwise to disturb anymore of the now unstable structure. Everyone returns upstairs to their quarters.

Shadow Dancer seeks out Aramil in the temple above to fill him in on what had been happening.

He allays his fears that it may have been an Imperial attack, instead explaining it was more of an attack from within, now resolved. Aramil decides to have some resistance members keep guard downstairs for a while till the crypt can be safely sealed and re-consecrated.

Downstairs the dwarf Torthen is surprising gentle for a thick fingered being and helps Torrent into bed to help her heal and rest. Forever the dutiful, Torrent tells Torthen that she will teach everyone the ritual of ‘Stand the Heat’ to help them when they get to the burning forest, but for now she must rest.

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Dawn creeps over the mountains only lending illumination to the howling blizzard which has risen in the small hours of the New Year. It’s early morning and it seems safe that considering the conditions there will be no further attacks coming presently. Freezing, poorly armed and unsuitably clothed men huddle around braziers and fires on the ramparts of the walls. Because most of the resistance members are still defending the walls this leaves very few available to go out and gather intelligence on Shealis.

With all that has happened in the night and the weather conditions it is taken for granted that the Festival of Dreams is cancelled for this year. A pity as it's an event which normally brings the whole city together, temples and peoples, to travel along the main thoroughfare of Emelk way through the rooftops to Summer's Bluff where the grand square sits.



Torrent wakes and prepares herself for what she must do. She explains that she will try and detect the box magically but first she must find a wizard she knows to help. While away she will try and find some supplies she needs for ritual casting, including Residiuum, needed for when they finally leave Gate Pass. She also suggests that no-one does anything conspicuous before nightfall, explaining that there is a blizzard outside putting out any fires still burning from the attack, making further attacks unlikely for now and providing good cover for scouting as well as making it highly unlikely that the box will leave the city just now.

As she leaves Sonea announces she will travel to of Gabal’s School of War to find out what Shealis has been up to. Shadow Dancer, Aramil, Torthen and Boomer are keen to accompany her. Dara explains that the task doesn’t need them all to accompany Sonea and that she would do best to stay behind at the temple and treat the injured.

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As they arrive at the school they find that it is as Sonea said- an imposing collection of towers connected by covered bridges, surrounded by a moat and impressively high wooden fence. It does appear to be castle-like as the joke name goes. It sits imposingly in the middle of town, several of its towers in ruin from the attacks last night. Many red robed figures flit in between the flurries of snow. The high walls protect the courtyard from the blast of the blizzard.

Just inside the main gates they find a man leaning against one of the gateposts, he’s well built and appears to be in his late thirties. Blue smoke hangs in the air around him and his pipe glows bright and fierce when he inhales, his small paunch expanding to draw in the fragrant tobacco smoke.

Diogeanese smiles as they approach and greets Sonea. 'Welcome daughter. I did not see you last night. I had expected you to report here for defensive duty.'

Sonea nods and smiles in return. 'Dad.'

He quickly leads them into one of the ruined towers. They have to duck to walk under the lintel of the doorway since it has collapsed on one side. The furniture is a shamble and the room looks like it had the blizzard blow through it for good measure. Despite the mess the furniture is that of an influential mage.

After small talk Sonea and the others fill in the mage regarding the events and the role Shealis had in them. Boomer (another of the schools former students) butts in and is rapidly made to look like an idiot by an acid-tongued Diogeanese who does not appreciate interruption in while he talks to his daughter.

'Adahann, leave the conversation to adults and proper spell-casters, if you please.'

'Da!' Sonea looks shocked.

Her father cuts to the chase. 'I’m Knackered daughter. Gabal and I had to bring down that bloody red dragon all by ourselves last night and some bastard wyvern rider killed my gryphon. What do you want from me? I know you’re not here just for a cup of tea and to bitch about Gabals new piece of meat.'

Shadow Dancer excuses himself. 'Mind if I look around?'

'Sure but watch out for areas protected by red-robed wizards, the boys are a little security conscious right now.' Advises Diogeanese.

Boomer leaves with him, lifting some of the tension in the air.

Aramil and Torthen remain at a polite distance in the room.

Sonea asks for her father’s help in matters and also for some Residiuum if he can spare it.

'Take a few pinches from cookie jar.' He watches her. 'No! That was your mum’s urn, the other jar.'

Sonea bites her cheek in embarrassment.



Outside in the relative calm of the school Shadow Dancer wanders for a bit. His senses prickle under the gaze of someone unseen, he’s being watched but it’s someone other than the obvious men in red robes with glowing swords or glowing wands.

Boomer grows bored. 'What are we looking for?'

'I just want a look around.'

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The air in the temple is warm from the number of people crammed in, but melancholy- there are many wounded. The blue light glows dimly.

A half-orc female mournfully plays a flute as she sits beside the bed of an injured half-orc boy, possibly her son. Nearby a group of young human men sit (too young for fighting but too old to be children). They are eyeing up the female resentfully. Tension builds silently like an undercurrent to the music.

Priests continue with their duties but are beginning to look harassed.

Dara asks Buron what she can do to help. She has already been eyeing the situation. She suggests she could sing, 'If you must sing, sing something cheerful! That flautist is driving me insane!' Buron snaps uncharacteristically.

Dara observes the situation and takes the time to move towards the half-orcs, asking her if she knows anything else as Dara would like to sing.

'All my music burned down with my house!' Snaps the female. 'Besides I don’t feel like anything cheerful!'

Not to be put off Dara asks that if she began to sing could she find the thread and play along. She grumbles but it’s not an outright no.

Dara starts low and begins to weave a soothing melody in a beautiful language. The female begins to accompany Dara, noticing two of the guys glaring at her. As the music shifts from being so melancholy they stop glaring and soon their attention is elsewhere. The mood of the room lifts and eases.

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Shadow Dancer and Boomer continue to walk through the snow, careful to stay visible but out of the way of the red robes. They find three of the towers guarded- two very securely with the other lightly so, only Diogeanese’s is unguarded by any but him.

Shadow tries to slip away as he is beginning to find Boomer’s company tedious, the human has been very eager to share his knowledge of his old school. Slipping into a bush, Boomer continues to rabbit on about fountains and gardens totally unaware his companion is gone. Waiting till he is out of sight Shadow Dancer finally exhales and sighs. 'Thank the throne!'

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One of the temple’s side doors flies open as a dwarf runs in and heads straight for Buron. He is out of breath and looking very alarmed. Quick words are exchanged before they both come over to find Dara, who recognises the dwarf as one from the depositary tower. Buron fills her in. 'We have trouble. There is an Arcanis cell already in the city and they are planning to assassinate someone!'