Thirty-third Session

Thirty-third Session

The Dirti Nelli sets sail for adventure!

Campaign	The Primordial Campaign
Game Date	October 5th, 2021
Start Date	Morning, Tamiz 18th, 261 IM
Start Location	Off the coast of the League of Dweorgen Miners
Ending Date	Evening, Tamiz 20th, 261 IM
Ending Location	Diamond City, League of Dweorgen Miners
Absentees	Joseph, Panamon Cree
Next Session	Thirty-third Session

The Thirty-third Session began in Diamond City, capitol of the League of Dweorgen Miners. The party had had a long voyage and checked into the The Diamond Setting hotel for the evening. Their passenger, the 14th Rose of Aspan decided to continue on to the capitol of Anar without the rest of the party, taking along the other passenger named Valor, who was eager to see the front lines. She offered the party a note redeemable for 10,000 pieces of gold at the Dweorgen Bank, or its equivalent in diamonds.

Panamon's Dream

When Panamon Cree finally succumbed to sleep, a couple of days before the Dirti Nelli was able to reach the port of Diamond City, he met with his patroness, Æski in a dream. Once again, she asked him, "What do you want?" Once again, he answered that he wanted "Power." and some other things that she rolled her eyes at. When he stopped speaking she asked, "Who stands in your way?"

Panamon Cree had a long distrust of Hedgewind Jalinbeti, but decided that it might be in his best interest to direct the lady's wrath toward a more pressing foe, that being Zhannur Timurlan, the commander-in-chief of the Ustemdik Garis and the principal reason for the war having begun. As soon as Panamon spake the words, Zhannur Timurlan, Æski faded from his dream and Panamon fell into the deepest sleep of his life.

2 days later

Settling into The Diamond Setting hotel for a little food and gossip, the party overheard the Dweorges in heavy debate as to what to do now that the tide of the war had swung. First, the learned that the Jalinjerians had crushed the offense of the Garis military so completely as to having significantly decreased that nation's population. They also heard arguments for and against continued trade with the Garis and speculation as to whether the Dweorges should consider open hostility toward them.

Meanwhile, Panamon Cree did his best to promote the good life as promised by Æski. His goal was to recruit technically minded Dweorges in the hope of finding a small contingent who might unlock the secrets of the Garis corvette. Unfortunately, he was as unconvincing as a bobcat in a bird cage. Few Dweorges would even sit through the speech. Panamon tried again in the The Ruby Rose hotel, only to meet with the same reception. He retired to The Diamond Setting and called it a night.

Almost... Panamon contacted his resistance group in Jagalik to check up on their progress. He was met with the news that the resistance was being resisted and even persecuted in the city. Panamon asked what they needed and they said "Horses!". They explained that the Ælfes could hunt them down with Hippogriff mounts and that they didn't have so much as a donkey to retreat on; as iff the island was wiped clean of horses. Panamon Cree promised to do what he could.

Breakfast at Tiffanies

The party gathered together for a traditional hotel breakfast, if not for the chairs and table being a bit on the small side. Over breakfast they schemed as they would have traditionally schemed. The breakfast had a traditional interruption, this time by Saduakas Yermek.

Saduakas greeted Panamon on the communication device and explained that on the prompting of "the lady" they take to the battlefield after the battle was over. He explained that he and Erbol Aidos discovered the nearly dead body of Zhannur Timurlan and they had transported it back to their camp. When they asked what they should do with him, Panamon instructed them to stay in Jalinbeti and that he would come to them. The party concluded that a trip to Jalinbeti would be in their best interests.

Obsidian's Exact Science

Having witnessed the miracle of teleportation as cast by various wizards, Obsidian had decided in his sorcerous brain that he could also effect a teleportation of his own. Despising the wizardly haphazardness of the results, however, Obsidian asked the party for any remnant they might have from their former keep, Koboldy Rock.

Armed with a talisman from the rock, and some sorcerous handwaving, Obsidian Black, soon had the party situated in his former bedroom, a place which now looked a lot more like a government office than a bedroom. The party stirred from the bedroom to raise the alarm eventually a war party, fresh from their second victory on the battlefield with the Garis army confronted the gang.

Panamon Cree, brimming over with anger, insisted that he was lord and owner of this keep. He handed Asylzhan Almaz, Lord Protector of Halperion a copy of the bill of sale for the keep. The paper meant nothing to the general who handed it back to Panamon with a bit of a chuckle. Panamon raged to no effect while the rest of the party decided to just... wait.

Eventually Gulshara Rysbek, formerly the Grand Viseer of Koboldy Rock and now the Finance Minister of Halperion Prefecture, eventually arrived on the explosive scene. She calmed the scene and the Halperion warriors slowly stood down. After some explanation of the history of the keep over the past few months. Absolutely nothing in the keep was the same. It was now a fortified seat of power in an expanding country... not the abandoned keep in the woods it was when the party left it behind.

Once learning of their mission, Gulshara offered the party a set of horses and a meal at her father's new establishment, Erbol's Inn, where they could catch up with Erbol and get some food for the journey. Erbol's proved to be very happy to see that the party was still alive and kicking and gushed with pride over how his daughter had used her cunning to advance her position, now a Finance Minister, exceeding his every dream for her.

The Road to Jalinbeti

The party travelled on to the city of Jalinbeti, which they remembered as a vast expanse of dreams and little flags in the ground. Along the way they passed endless hordes of people, refugees, families carrying wounded soldiers and other war victims, and soldiers of every description. Miles of soldiers, numbering in the tens of thousands travelling one way or the other, on foot or on horseback.

The city of Jalinbeti featured a completed citadel, built impressively huge and sturdily of rocks hewn from a mountainside and lovingly carved by giant hands. While there was much finished construction, suitable for a small city, the rest of the city was made up of tents. There were tents for rich and poor, civilian and military. Some tents were freshly struck and others looked like they had aged considerably. All in all, it could be estimated that nearly a million people lingered around Jalinbeti in this tent city.

Panamon Cree checked in with Saduakas on the communicator and got directions to their camping location. He found Saduakas and Erbol in their tent, with a coffin containing one Zhannur Timurlan, alive and kicking... weakly kicking. Panamon and party made a quick decision to ransom Timurlan to the highest bidder and they decided to head over to Jalinbeti Citadel to give Hedgewind the first bid.

They party approached the guard post at the citadel's entrance announcing their names and that they sought an audience with Hedgewind. The guard, made a few consultations and a uniformed woman arrived at the gate explaining that they could see Hedgewind, but that he might not see them. She shook her head and said, "Come with me." After some trouble weaving into a lower level of the citadel, they found Hedgewind strapped into a machine.

Hedgewind Jalibeti travels??

The Death Machine

HW explains his machine to Obsidian.

Speak, Timuralan Speak!

The party returns to question Timurlan.

Questions answered they swap him for an entire province.

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