Fourteenth Session
Campaign | The Primordial Campaign |
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Game Date | Tuesday, March 4th, 2021 |
Start Date | Mawsim 1, 261 IM |
Start Location | The Garis Trimvirate border inside the Aydahar Confederation |
Ending Location | The Good Dog, Trappist, Garis Triumvirate |
Next Session | Fifteenth Session |
The Fourteenth Session began with our heroes about to cross the border into the Garis Triumvirate. The party and the animals embarked upon a river skiff of suitable proportions to keep them afloat. The skiff itself was of an aged quality barely river-worthy... but did indeed keep afloat. The military followed in two similar vessels, and while there might have been rustling in the distance, no major encounters occurred on the way to the border. A few miles from the border the military retinue disembarked, said their goodbyes, gave the party a heartfelt cheer and headed back upriver.
Border Collies
The border was not marked in any way, but a few miles downriver, the party heard loud deliberate barking coming from the shore. Obsidian Black cast a Tongues spell and immediately began to recognize the barking as speech. The speaker indicated to the party that they should moor their vessel at the dock to the left bank and prepare to meet with customs. Matteo Alleman, his first time at the helm of a water craft managed a hard landing at the pier, but not so hard as to spill the passengers overboard.
Obsidian and Panamon approached the awaiting party at the landing, who appeared to be large and upright humanoids with lupine features. They asked the party. "Are any of you dead? If you're dead, we're going to make you more dead!" The magical pair assured the guards that they were in fact alive and travelling down river to the Capitol, handing them the papers created by their former Aydahar hosts.
Meanwhile, a pair of the customs inspectors went to inspect the contents of the party's boxes and chests, having the occasional laugh at the expense of Matteo Alleman, who clearly hadn't piloted a boat... or even so much as tied off a line to a pier in his life. Laughing aside, the pair reported back that there was nothing of interest in the cargo.
Alien Autopsy
Once the formalities of the border check were concluded, the Captain of the border patrol asked if party had a missing friend. The Captain invited the party to their office where they exhibited a body of a diseased humanoid creature. The creature, although humanoid, was clearly not human, sporting four arms and two legs of a frog-like nature. The Captain explained that they had pulled it from the river, floating down from Aydahar.
After scouring their memories, the party indicated to the Captain that they had never seen anything like the creature. He, in turn remarked that the thing was near invincible and that they were unable to scratch its skin with any knife. Matteo Alleman offered to cut the body with his magical sword, but the Captain declined indicating that they were going to take the body to Trappist for proper investigation.
Upon this news, the party offered to deliver the the body to Trappist. Once again the Captain declined, but agreed to ride along with the party downriver. The party agreed and set up camp on the bank.
The Belly of the Whale
After a good night's sleep, the two parties headed downriver. The quiet journey only had two interruptions, the first when passing through the city of Kepler. The Border Patrol used a series of hand/tail signals to pass the river gates without having to stop (signals noted intently by Panamon Cree). The second interruption occurred when the Border Patrol fired upon something many many feet distant in the water with their unusual wands, which they referred to as "Boom sticks". The volley created a thrashing in the water too far ahead to be seen with any clarity.
By early evening the party arrived at the gates of Trappist. More hand signals from the Border Patrol and the party was within the walls of the Garis Triumvirate's capitol city. The dockyards were all to the south and the party made their way through the city to get to them. No one at the mooring point wanted anything to do with the party, until one strange dockhand finally mustered the temerity to approach the party and offer his assistance.
The dockhand, unquestioningly accepted the party's foreign currency to moor their boat, have their luggage ported to their lodgings and their frightful animals led to a nearby stable. His suggestion was The Good Dog, an inn and tavern in the business district near the city's citadel, arena, temple and market.
Your Gold is No Good Here
When they arrived at the inn, they discovered that a set of rooms was going to cost them 400 dollars for the night. The party explained that they did not have dollars, but rather gold. Some haggling later, they were let the rooms for the sum of 10 gold. They took the rooms and were soon in the tavern, drinking meat-based Jennant Tonix.
In the tavern, the party starts to get a better sense of the environment that they are in. They observe that most of the workers and patrons of the tavern are of the local Akimsilik faction, bearing vulpine features. There are other people in the tavern with lupine and hyena-like features, though these are in far fewer numbers.
Shortly into the party's first Garis mingle, the crowd starts to get restless. They start talking about how Zhannur Timurlan was giving a speech in the Trappist Coliseum. The party followed the crowd and soon found themselves in the coliseum.
The Gift of Gab
The spectacle featured a lupine character, presumably Zhannur Timurlan, alone on a stage with magically magnified projected images of himself behind him. There were many lights, both magical and non magical, setting the scene, and the speaker was somehow magically speaking very very loudly. As he spoke, which came out in a barking tone, he made such quotes as:
"For too long, we Garis have languished in the south of Otan."
"For too long, we have been denied our destiny."
"For too long, we have idly waited on our paws while this world has passed us by!"
As the party watched, the speaker brought the crowd up in levels of excitement. Bad phrases met with howls and good phrases met with excited barks and yelps. The leers the party received from the frenzied crowd, convinced them not to stay to the end and they retired back to the tavern.
A Debate Ensues
In the tavern, the party waited patiently to overhear as much of the post-speech conversation as possible. The debates were heated, with the vulpine Garis debating both sides of Zhannur Timurlan's speech. Some agreed that he was right about the Garis languishing. Many countered that there was never a good reason for war. As the debate lingered, one point the party missed because of their early departure was that Zhannur Timurlan had promised to bring back memories from before the Great Erasure.