Session 001 - 11.07.25

Most of you come from a city, a floating flying city. Home to many retired adventures. Famous crafters, artist and, etc. Everything has been normal, though many famous people have been missing.

On this abundantly boring day, average and quiet, images start piping up around the city of a disgruntled man. No left eye, no left hand. Detailed in filigree. Sprectral holograms. He announces, his voice booming through the city, wind picks up: ”Poor pitiful creatures, the gods have abandoned you. Choosing to stay in safety. But do not worry, I Vecna am here to usher you. We must do something about the mistakes they have made upon you all. For you see, I have no desire to see you all to aspire. I only need what I can control. The dead.” The images disappear.

The city quakes, people start to take it more seriously. Many had shrugged it off as another wannabe villian. Alas, everthing came to a halt. The city fell from the sky. We awake in darkness, hearing muffled screams, ruffled sand like glass, smoulders all around. We see many handfuls of civilians finding each other, they rush to help anyone they can. We somehow are practically unscathed, though we have a massive headache.

The other side of the world, a world tree ablaze. The images of the spectral patron disappear and the world becomes silent. The radiant glow grows. “You’ve not only disobeyed me, but you’ve also set me back months. If you hadn’t taken care of my kin while I was gone, you wouldn’t be standing here. I cannot let you run around with my bestowed poor.” You fall to your knees. “Take him from my sight and drop him at the nearest lich you can find. Do not find me unless you have something to show me.”

He sees a desert in the horizon. “This is a fair punishment, I fucked up real bad.” You see across the horizon, a storm approaching this area; unnaturally fast. You can see an enormous amount of lightening. Stinky nosedives, taking Gin down into the storm.

The rest of us have minor wounds and burns, but we live to tell the tale. 6 of us stand:
A guard: wearing a badge: more like a private guard.

We go to rest, but it gets cut short as we hear skittering through the sand and rushing to the flame, we see a shimmer of carapaces. 3 large, camel like spiders run to the fire. Barely getting ourselves out of the wreckage, we see another group making their way out, but it’s cute too short as these massive, beige spiders come rushing at us to attack.

We are attacked by spiders. Aerilon falls in unconscious. We manage to down the spiders.

The villager mentions that he can’t cast spells and wonders how we are able to cast magic. Before it all happened, he said they weren’t able to cast magic. He vapors Aerilon awake.

We hear a shift of metal, stone and debris. The city shifts behind us. “I don’t mean to break this up, we should get some distance. It’s also very hot.”

We decide to move away the destruction. Du Hurst is about 3 days out. We should head there. The other civilian decides to come with us. Seth, the civilian, is very confused why he can’t cast magic. We travel for a few hours before we start to become exhausted. We set up camp and rest for the night.

Aerilon takes first watch. He sees a long slender, large thing, he thinks it’s a fatigue with 6 legs. it’s moving, he’s something being dragged behind him. There isn’t a good moonlight view, it is shattered. Fragments glistening only partial light. Fractal moonlight scatters across the lands. There are large purple shards sticking out of the exposed moon. It’s starting to make sense the unbalance of nature. The moon as a beacon, in space, has been torn asunder. Maybe the balance isn’t just arcane, maybe nature is crying out for help, in a way, it goes deeper. He looks back to the movement, whatever it’s moving, hands raise up trying to get free. Aerilon wakes the group and they give chase. A big lizard with 6 legs with a broken shaft in its side, blood dripping out its side. The captive is a bloody man, attempting to free himself.

We manage to catch up and Aerilon convinces the lizard to stop and he gives it some water. The man tries to get to his feet and stumbles forward, attacking Taran.

Aerilon observes the man is probably dead and a perversion of nature. He instructs Frank to kill it, which Frank does. Aerilon begins to tend to the lizard’s wounds.

The dead guy looks to have been a farmer, perhaps. Aerilon heals the lizard and it nuzzles into him.

There are rumors of a half-orc that arose and took up a lineage of elves. She rose to lichdom, but she was tethered to the tree. Tegan the Terrible.

The civilian torches the zombie body. Aerilon notices a group of other bodies being drug towards the north, by a horse, the same direction we are going. We get our long rest.

As the day starts, a small lizard comes out of the desert and climbs on Aerilon’s shoulders.

We can feel the winds start to come in heavily, we look to the west and a storm is approaching very quickly. We see the edge of this mountain, where that group was traveling. We see a little opening that we might be able to hunker down in. We make our way to the cave, barely making it before it really hits. Thunder and lightening almost constantly rips. We see this large, green, winged reptile on its hind legs, at the opening of the cave.

Stinky dumps Gin off at the cave and spits up a book and a hat. Stinky flies off and he sees the rest of us approaching.

Jin: Old, green skin, dragon man.
Taran:
Frank: 7’ tall, no tattoos, black eyes, he has a cop mullet, middle aged, 500lbs, dense muscle. Dark brown skin.

We huddle into the cave with Jin. Sand is flying past, hard to see, but barely through it, we see something more than sand. We see huge shards of glass flying through the wind. The storm lasts about 8 hours.

Jin: Long time ago…. Then he launches into a monologue that bares barely any useful information.

Jin casts Find Familiar.

Hunched up against the back of the cavern are four shelled carcasses, with massive claws, a tail jets out and snaps the torch out of the civilian’s hand. 4 giant scorpions are in the cave.

Roll for initiative.

A tiny fox head pops out of the ground, "You're not Stinky!"