Aftermath of A Dish Most Cold

18 Turniki — 4 Vento 3020, Aventir and Zhan-Tor, Oceania

As it turned out, finding a way home from the ruined temple to which Thuron Yan’s vengeful machinations had brought them was relatively simple for the Hand of Fortune. The old sorcerer’s  Nitrarin Gate linking spell remained intact and functional, and after an hour of careful study Vulk and Devrik were confident that, together, they could safely trigger it to return them home again.

While the two friends studied the intricacies of the linked-portal spell, the other’s carefully packed up the many books, scrolls and tablets recovered from Thuron Yan’s well-hidden stash, loading them up onto Vulk’s earth elemental to carry. Any surviving B’okiri had either fled the ruined temple or remained in hiding in its remoter recesses – as long as they offered no further opposition to the Hand, the companions were content to let them be.

“They seem very dependent on a strong leader,” Mariala mused, as they packed the books and scrolls back into the chests the snake lord had obviously used to transport them thither. “I wonder how they’ll fare on their own, now that both their old dragon mistress and their new snake master are dead?”

“Thinking of offering yourself up as their new boss?” Toran asked absently, perusing a bound set of thin engraved bronze plates that seemed to contain several interesting Yalva spells.

“Certainly not!” she huffed indignantly. “Do I seem like the sort of person who’d want minions?” At his non-committal shrug she continued, “Anyway, I hate this humid climate… it makes my hair all frizzy. Besides, even if I could get them home, somehow, where could I keep them?“

Toran suddenly became very engrossed in the study of his bronze plates, wisely letting the matter drop. Mariala also shook off the ridiculous idea, and returned to loading the chests as efficiently as possible. Erol and Draik exchanged amused looks, but didn’t offer any opinions out loud.

By the time Vulk and Devrik were ready to open the portal chain home, four large chests were filled and strapped down across the broad back of the pliant earth elemental. The creature seemed almost child-like now that it wasn’t in combat, and while it didn’t speak, it often tried to smile (at least that’s what Erol thought it was trying to do with its “face”) when one of the humans caught its obsidian chip eyes. Toran wondered if it was a very young chaos-entity, or a very old one… he rather suspected the latter.

The trip back through the linked portals was as dizzying and nausea-inducing as the first one had been, but at least this time Vulk managed to keep the contents of his stomach where they belonged on arrival. It was dark, obviously well passed sunset, and everyone took a few minutes to recover. After a moment Toran cast another Sphere of Sholakas to illuminate the front room of the abandoned house in Avantir’s Fourth Circle to which they had been returned. Once everyone was sure they weren’t going to puke, the group began to debate their next course of action.

“I’m not looking forward to explaining to the Emperor, or his Myrmytron, that we’ve offed one of their Imperial ambassadors,” Vulk sighed, swallowing an ominous belch. “And not a minor one, either.”

“Oh, I think we’ve earned enough goodwill to at least be listened to,” Mariala said. “Although the lack of a body does complicate things, I suppose. Still, I’m sure Lord Kavyn will be able to judge the veracity of our story. My more immediate concern is how we’re going to get all these chests back to Bekatia House… they’re too damn heavy and awkward for us to carry that far ourselves, but I’m not sure parading a golem-like giant through the city is a good idea…”

“I suppose we could hire porters,” Erol offered diffidently. “But given what we’ve seen in the months we’ve been in the City, I really don’t think most Avantirians would give the big guy a second look.” He reached up to pat the elemental on its rocky, moss-covered shoulder. It rumbled, and nodded its massive head.

In the event, Erol was proved right – the most attention the Hand and their elemental pack mule garnered on the way home that autumn night was from neighborhood members of the City Watch. Most of those seemed content to just keep a wary eye on the group until they’d passed out of their jurisdictions, however, and the Hand arrived at Bekatia House just before midnight. 

At that point Vulk thanked the golem and used the Staff of Summer to release it back to its elemental plane… but unlike others of its kind, once the elemental spirit had departed, its physical form remained. The Hand now had an almost three meter tall statue of stone, dirt and plants on the street outside their front door. They were all too tired to deal with it just then, however, and with a shrug they hauled the chests into the house and then stumbled to their beds.

The next day an urgent message to the Myrmytron gained the entire Hand a private audience with Emperor Gil-Garon and his First Minister, although not until mid-afternoon. Somewhat to their surprise, his Imperial Majesty didn’t seem particularly phased by the outré tale they told. He merely glanced to Lord Kavyn who, with the silent communication of people who have been together for many years, confirmed the veracity of the story.

“But why would this Thuron Yan go to such lengths to attack you?” the Emperor asked. “This seems such a labyrinthine plot…”

“Well, as I alluded to earlier,” Vulk sighed, “we’d met him previously, about a year ago. And, um… well, we ended up killing him, his servants, and burning down his home.” Which, of course, led to the story of their first meeting with the snake-man, Thuron Yan’s own tale of his youthful indiscretion and subsequent cursing by the shape-shifting red dragon woman, and his centuries-long search for a cure… or for a new body. This in turn led to the tale of Erol’s own death and resurrection in his current form, and how it came at the expense of Thuron Yan’s ambitions to that same end.

The sun was setting in the west by the time they brought the saga to an end, and the fascinated Emperor had servants bring in a light supper for them all. Over the meal he and Lord Kavyn began a discussion of the possible repercussions of the death of an ambassador in the Imperial capital, and the possible reaction from the Ty Kyen Imperial Court.

“It’s not likely to start war, of course… our spheres of interest out too divergent,” the Emperor said finally. “But trade with the East has been increasing each year over the past two decades, and I would hate to see that progress stalled or worse, reversed. We need to learn more, especially if, as you suspect, this Thuron Yan replaced the real ambassador. Proving that, and where the switch occurred could be vital in managing my brother emperor’s reactions.”

“And I know just who to put on the investigation,” Lord Kavyn said, smiling. The Emperor shot him a glance and then began smiling too.

“Yes, an excellent idea, withal,” he said. “I can’t wait to hear his complaints about the impossibility of the task!”

• • • • • •

Five days later, the Hand were summoned to the Imperial Palace and another meeting, this time with just the Lord Myrmytron and one other of the Emperor’s principal advisors. Toran was the first to recognize the stocky, grizzle-haired Khundari, and his face broke into a rare smile.

Ambassador Grimbold, it’s very good to see you again, sir,” he said, tugging on his beard and bowing low. The others also exchanged pleasant if surprised greetings with the Imperial diplomat whom they had saved from assassination at the hands of an agent of the Vortex in Dürkon almost two years ago.

“Yes, well, good to see you all too, I suppose,” the older Khundari grumbled. “Even though it’s you lot I apparently have to thank for the last half-a-tenday of tedious work I’ve had to endure.”

“Oh, you loved it and you know it, you old goat,” Lord Kavyn laughed. “It’s been too long since you had a chance to really exercise your old spy network… and I notice you got your results in half the time we’d estimated it would take.”

“I’m not that rusty, you poncey magic-boy,” Grimbold growled. But his smile and the gleam in his dark eyes belied his words and tone. He turned back to Toran. “And it’s just Lord Grimbold at the moment, being at home and not currently on one of Gil’s diplomatic junkets.”

After a few minutes of catching up, Lord Kavyn called on Grimbold to present his findings. “The Emperor has already seen the report, of course, but we thought the Hand of Fortune deserved to know what was learned, since it was your reputations on the line if this turned politically hot.”

It took Grimbold half the turning of the glass to lay out how he and his agents tracked down the information, but the gist of it was that it was a certainty now that Thuron Yan had replaced the real Mai Shin in Ty Kyen itself, before the diplomatic mission even set out. This had the benefit of removing any onus from the Ocean Empire, and even gave them a slight edge with the Ty Kyen Imperial Court – after all, they allowed their own embassy to be infiltrated and an imposter to be presented to the Oceanian Emperor as their representative.

“We thought it very likely that the true ambassador, and several of his key personal staff, were dead and their bodies unlikely to ever be found,” Lord Grimbold concluded. “But this morning one of my agents in the Hidden City informed that the Mai Shin and his entourage have been found alive, but in Stasis. They have been revived and confirmed the few elements of the story they knew. It seems your reptilian nemesis had yet retain some part of his humanity, at least up to that point.”

“But how in the Great Void did he know where to find us?” Devrik growled. “Our route here was one we certainly hadn’t planned ourselves!”

“I can’t say with absolute certainty,” Grimbold shrugged. “But given the his age and the tremendous extent of his arcane skills, I would think he used some form of scrying on you. Once he had located you, and knew you were planning to be here awhile, he set his plan in motion – the first step of which was arranging the death of the old ambassador.”

“So his humanity wasn’t all that strong after all,” Mariala said dryly. The Khundaru shrugged.

“A necessary death, to open the vacancy he needed. But when he had a choice, he chose not to kill. Still, I don’t insist on the interpretation, and I’m certainly not defending the… man.”

“In any case, the upshot is, no formal protest over the death will be made by the Lotus Throne,” Kavyn concluded. “Indeed, the event is well on its way to being disappeared from the official records, as far as we can tell.”

The meeting went on for a little longer, as the Hand had several questions for Grimbold, who had more than a few of his own for them. As things were finally wrapping up, however, the Khundari diplomat (and apparently spy master) rapped on the table for everyone’s attention.

“I still consider myself in your debt for the events in Dürkon, and I would consider it an honor if you all would join me next month at my home in the golden city of Zhan-Tor to help me celebrate my 100th birthday.”

•••••

A tenday later, the Hand travelled by Imperial Gate to the Khundari castle town of Torum-Tüm, in the Imperial Princedom of Lakzhan on the island of Greater Oceania. Their ultimate destination, the Princedom’s capital city, golden-roofed Zhan-Tor on the rugged shores of Lake Cirin beneath the snow-clad peaks of Mt. Rastyn, had no Nitrian Gates closer than Torum-Tüm. They were therefore met by Grimbold’s youngest son, Garafal, and took ship to make the 16 kilometer trip up the lake.

It was a cloudy, windy day, with fitful spurts of cold rain, and the lake’s waters were gray and choppy, dotted with whitecaps. As they approached the Khundari city Toran couldn’t help but be impressed. Zhan-Tor lay on the shore of the lake, where the knees of the towering Mt. Rastyn dropped in a series of sheer cliffs and rugged shelves down to the water. Like all Khundari settlements, the bulk of the city lay underground, of course – but unlike most others, Zhan-Tor possessed an extensive Outer City.

Beautiful buildings of carved white stone, roofed in golden tiles, ran down to the water from the base of the lowest cliff, forming the Low Town, while smaller clusters of buildings grouped on two separate terraces higher up the cliff face made the Upper Town, north and south. To the south Toran could see a massive structure rising up the lower cliff face – the famed Great Lift they had heard about even in the Ukali Basin. Elegant gates of stone and steel and bronze were set in the upper cliff faces, granting access to the Inner City

Even in the gray autumn light the Outer City, both Lower and Upper, were beautiful. But as they neared the Long Wharf and the clustered warehouses of the Alienage, a brief break in the clouds allowed the sun to burst through — and the golden roofs of the city burned like molten gold then, while the white stone of the walls gleamed with the sheen of pearls. The many waterfalls cascading down the cliffs and feeding the cities canals shone like white fire. It was breathtaking.

Garafal let his father’s guests gape for a moment, pleased at the reaction his home had evoked in the foreigners. When he judged the moment right he spoke quietly, but proudly. “The Outer City is indeed a wonder, honored guests. But it is as nothing compared to the marvels of the Inner City… as my father looks forward to showing you.”

“I didn’t realize your people built so extensively on the surface, at least not for themselves,” Mariala said, her gaze still fixed on the glowing, almost ethereal beauty of the city.

“Oh, very few of the Folk live in the Outer City,” the young Khundari said, apparently amused at the idea. “And those few live mainly in the Upper Town. No, most of the population of Outer City is Umantari… in fact, over a third of the population of the Princedom is Umantari. Most of them live on the coasts, of course, and the flatter lands more suitable to surface farming.”

Grimbold himself was waiting for the Hand on the dock, along with a number of porters, both Khundari and Umantari. The latter took charge of the baggage, which Grimbold promised would be delivered to his own home and their suite of rooms. He and his son then spent the next two hours showing their guests the sights of their beloved city…

A Dish Most Cold

16 Turniki 3020, Avantir, Ocean Empire

Vulk uses his psionic healing powers, boosted by the Staff of Summer (and the spell Defanged Serpent as a power stunt), to heal first Aldari, then Raven. By the time he gets to Ser Bizwyk (CS on Defanged Serpent), the man has stopped breathing. But he is able to neutralize the poison, and then revive him by more conventional means. By the time he gets to Barii the boy is mostly dead. Fearing a failure after such rapid, intense use of his power, he puts the boy in Stasis, as his mother, the house cook Karin, looks on.

They rig a method of getting the boy upstairs to a bedroom, and begin to ponder what the fuck just happened. Then Captain K’Jurol burst in with the news of Mariala and Dr. Lurin Ar’Hanol. (and when is Devrik going to notice her name?!)

Devrik, assured the rest of the Hand will remain vigilant in his absence, and at the urging of Raven, accompanies Vulk  and the Captain back to the Sea Foam Inn. There they find Mariala keeping the crowd at bay, and demanding Vulk save Lurin. Vulk approves of her casting of Stasis, and assures her it will last more than long enough. Devrik whips the table cloth off the table (leaving plates, cups and lit candles standing) and they use it to make a crude litter which the four carry through the streets… to little apparent reaction from the jaded Imperial citizens.

At Bekatia House they gather both dead friends in Mariala’s bedroom, where Vulk prepares to heal and then revive them. Draik gives his friend a little pick-me-up, and Vulk becomes a meth-addled speed demon, esp. after Toran uses Zyna’s Tap on him to clear his fatigue.. Casts Smile of Kasira on himself (CS), then scores another CS on his psionic healing talent. Wreathed in glowing green energy, he neutralizes the poison in both victims simultaneously. Dari revives fully, but Lurin requires mouth-to-mouth from Mariala to recover.

While Draik makes his CSI: Avantir investigation into the kitchen, the food and the poison itself, Mariala sends one of the house servants back to the Sea Foam Inn to recover the chocolate tort, if possible. Servant Yon Frigan (called Yon Yon) is a self-starter with some real initiative, and Mariala is grateful when  he returns with dead rats instead.

Devrik whispers, “That chocolate torte looks a lot like a dead rat..”

A plant alkaloid would be bitter, says Draik, but this didn’t seem to be. Only Aldari didn’t finish his because he didn’t like the taste, but he might just not like shellfish. The poison is also different, if no less lethal, than the one that killed poor Therok. Both are native to eastern, southeastern, and south central Ishkala, tropical to semi-tropical plants — information he gleans from his herbal book (gift from Vulk).

They question the staff, using Truth Sense and find no lies are being told. Erol tries out his newly mastered Violet Eye spell, asking if the poisoner is in the house, and gets an ambiguous yes/no answer. Consults with Mariala, who tries it herself, asking if the poisoner was invisible. She gets an unequivocal NO! For an answer.

Jeb, who has been sick all day with a nasty head cold, asks Vulk if he should eat the food left outside his room for him, in light of the recent attack. Vulk takes the tray back downstairs, where Draik determines that the mustard (a key ingredient in the shrimp dish)was poisoned, and gets his first full sample, confirming his suspicions. Cook Karin make the mustard herself, last batch about a tenday ago.

Given the Ishkala origins of the poisons, Erol tries Violet Eye again, asking “Is the poisoner affiliated with Ishkala in any way?” Once again, he gets an ambiguous yes/no answer.

Given Draik’s new certainty about the poison, the Hand clears out the kitchen (to Karin’s dismay – all that wasted food!), and scientifically array it at Mariala’s suggestion, to see if the rats who eat it die. While Devrik gently plays the pipes, they watch as the rats come out (Mariala nerves herself, but watches from inside, thru a window). The rodents enjoy the feast and waddle away healthy and happy.

Erol tries one more time with Violet Eye, asking directly if the Cook Karin put the poison in the food. This time he gets a resounding YES! (CS). Mariala casts the same spell and gets the same YES! answer. While there’re doing that, Vulk has lain down, with Devrik watching over him, to project his ethereal form out of his body. He searches the house for invisible or ethereal presences, and finds nothing save for a tattered ghost, hardly more than a cold spot in the cellar it’s so old. Devrik feels bad for it, and promises to research it.

Mariala uses her psionic abilities to peer into the cook’s mind, after she is prompted to remember some lost time two days prior, on her way home form the market. There is a block in her mind, and Mariala is unable to pierce it, seeing only two large, mesmerizing eyes – which is all Karin can be made to remember.

Similar probing of their waitress at the tavern, Betha, turns up no similar books in her mind, and suspicion turns to Captain K’Jurol. He volunteers to have his mind probed, after admitting to missing time three days earlier on his way home from the tavern that night. Mariala find the same mesmerizing eyes and an absolutely solid wall blocking off a small part of his memory.

At this point the Hand and family retire to the Extradimensional Mansion (the group should come up with a. name for the house) for assured safe food and a good night’s sleep. Devrik casts one of his new Vularu spells, reads the Tarot, and peers into the Flames of Xydona before bed. The nine hours of the Vularu spell result in one of the most vivid dreams of his life – the image of an old house, in an old neighborhood, next to a small park with a very tall fir tree. He knows it is somewhere in Avantir, and that it bears very strongly on the future of the Hand of Fortune.

The next day the group spread out to search the city for this building, having little more to go on. They all have some success in narrowing it down, but it is Draik (with a CS) who actually find the place, in the southern Fourth Circle. That afternoon, the Hand gather in front of the house, which appears abandoned. They decide to just forge ahead, despite Draik suggestion they just burn it down (Devrik likes!). After knocking, and Toran jiggling the handles to a sea shanty he learned on shipboard, Draik and Toran race to pick the two locks on the front door – amazingly Draik succeeds (needing 10 or less and rolling 1) just beating Toran; less amazing is Toran’s success.

Once inside the single large room at the front of the house Vulk draws the musty curtains. Place is empty of all but dust. As they move toward the doors leading deeper into the house, they are transported through a disorienting array of steps, to be plopped down, nauseous  and confused, in an ancient underground temple. Vulk pukes Ito a nearby shrubbery. Toran shows off his new Yalva skills by lighting a Sphere of Sholakas in his hand to light up the gloom. Draik determines the plants (and the humidity, despite the relative coolness of the temple) mean they are likely in a subtropical-to-tropical locale.

The doors north and south are magically sealed, a massive stone face blocks the east. Toran convinces Mariala to perform a charming gavotte on the symbol-marked stepping stone in the central pond, while Draik and Vulk click the gemstone buttons Vulk discovered while testing the water pouring from the cobra-head statues at the west end of the pool. Hilarity ensues for the GM, as they dance about, press buttons, and continually unlock and lock both sets of doors without realizing it.

Eventually Toran discovers that the northern doors are unlocked now. Vulk picks up a stone torch, and lights it from the ethereal flame flickering on one of the wall torches.

They are wary of the decorated central plates in the corridor, not stepping on them. But Draik sets off a trap nonetheless, and darts rain down on him, Mariala and Toran. Miraculously, all three avoid being hit, although a few darts stick in clothing or bounce off armor. Toran studies the floor carefully thereafter and identifies the trapped plates. 

Most everyone else traverses the hallway safely, and then Devrik makes a running start, leaps, and floats over the whole distance. He is using a new Vularu spell, Horrid Hover (but doesn’t realize that he has finally  triggered a latent psionic ability of telekinesis).

In the Statue Puzzle Room, they fairly quickly solve the puzzle, only triggering the dart trap once, as the pointer faces the north wall. Erol is hit by a dart and thought for a moment that it was a poisoned one, starting to panic until he realizes it has not pierced his armor. When the third button resets to the south, Toran figures it out and they light all four beacons and unlock the door.

Toran is meticulous about checking for trapped floor plates as the Hand proceed east down a short corridor.

In the ruined alter room, Mariala casts a Read spell to translate the stone slab. “What weapon did Darmok wield at the Bridge of Tanagra?”

They spend some time trying to solve the riddle, eventually realizing the answer may once have been on the carved mural that now lies in pieces on the floor.

B’okiri pour form a hidden entrance, and attack. Erol nets one on the weapon arm, CS ruining the creatures counterstrike.

Toran hurls his Chaos  Spear of  Shazirka at one, singes it, but doesn’t stop its attack. He counterstrikes then, and his battle-axe slices through its muzzle.

Mariala’s Syncope of Shala puts four of the six to sleep.

Erol’s opponent attacks with a mankar, Erol CS blocks with his trident and is able to follow up with a Tactical Advantage, stabbing his trident into the little guy’s stomach – but still it doesn’t go down!

Then an arrow from Draik’s short bow hits its left thigh, finally bringing it down and opening the femoral artery. It quickly bleeds out.

Devrik attempts an Orb of Vorol, but is forced to abort the Form.

More of the little buggers pour out of the hole, and the attack continues. Erol damages another, takes a hit his belly armor absorbs, while Toran’s muzzle-wounded opponent blocks the Khundari ninja’s next attack.

Vulk attempts Weavers Web from the Staff of Summer, but it misfires, engulfing not only the two B’okiri they are fighting, but Erol and Toran as well. Erol manages to quickly rip himself free, but Toran is more firmly stuck. And annoyed.

A B’okiri hurls a slingstone at Draik, who merely moves his head aside slightly to avoid the missile.  It instead strikes Toran’s webbed would-be opponent, who is rendered insensible.

Draik takes another B’okiri with another arrow, this time in the right calf; it goes down, but isn’t out.

Devrik attacks with the Holy Sword of St. Helathor, and his opponent counterstrikes, slicing across Devrik’s right hand – he drops the sword! Vulk uses his psionic healing talent to patch up the wounded hand, after another round of Mariala’s Syncope takes all the remaining little buggers out of the fight.

Mariala fails to cast Tongues, to question the prisoner(s), so Vulk performs his own ritual to the same end. While the others interrogate, Toran attempts to open the doors to the south – CS with Lockpicking, and yet no luck! Even his magic key fails to pierce the magic holding them shut. 

Similarly, attempts to Dispell the enchantment on the doors fails, in a bit of a fiasco – Vulk attempts to bolster Mariala’s attempt, fails, she prepares to cast but Devrik bumps into her while trying to help with his own version (CF), and the whole thing comes to naught. Erol succeeds in casting the spell, but it proves ineffectual against the temple magic.

“Vulk fails to cast dispel to assist Mariala, and when she begins to cast her spell, Devrik rushes to stop her so he can cast Dispel to assist and accidentally shoves her instead.” – Devrik

Draik fails his claustrophobia test, and refuses to enter the small tunnel whence came the B’okiri. Toran enters alone, able to see thanks to his darkvision. Comes on a lone guard watching through the eastern hidden door/peepholes, and attacks. The creature dodges, then counterstrikes, but fails. Toran then cuts his right leg from under him, finishing him off with a blow to the chest.

Erol has had enough of Draik’s hysterics and, on hearing the clash of arms within, goes after Toran. He grabs the stone torch from Vulk, and squeezes through the opening. Halfway to Toran he is ambushed by a second watcher, from the west. Erol brilliantly blocks, and then stabs, but the B’okiri dodges. 

Devrik ignites his holy sword and enters the fray, crushing the skull of Erol’s opponent into flaming ruin.

Vulk, after several minutes of cajolery to try and get Draik to enter the tunnel, finally gets him in a headlock and drags him in, kicking and screaming (but quietly, Darik’s not stupid).

Toran and Mariala operate the mechanism that lifts the doors east and west, the group exits east into the Antechamber. Toran uses his mundane lock picking skills to open the ancient, rotting doors into the main chamber.

Confrontation with Ambassador Mai Shin, who reveals himself to be Thuron Yan (who the group has trouble remembering – they’ve killed so many people, and burned down so many buildings in the last 2-3 years).

Some invisible force keeps Devrik (first) and the others from moving more than two-thirds of the way down the aisle. Thuron Yan monologues, explains his revenge plan and reasons:

In the year 2894 SR, Thuron Yan was born into a noble family on the island and nation of Yaro. Located in the tropical archapeligo southeast of the Ishkala continent. A precocious child , he was sent to study at the Imperial University of Ty Kyen when he turned 16. There he found his great passion lay in botany, alchemy and medicine.

At the age of 20 he met a stunning woman, unlike any he had every seen before, with pale skin and flaming red hair and eyes greener than any emerald. He was attracted by her exotic beauty, she found his intelligence appealing, and the two began a love affair. His family, once they learned of it, did not approve and insisted that he return home, now that his education was concluded.

He refused, and was prepared to defy them, no matter the cost, for the love of Axziga the Fair. In turn, Axziga was prepared to reveal her greatest secret to her lover, believing now that their love was true. But when the young man learned that his great love was, in fact, a red dragon in human guise – he freaked out. He had, since childhood, been possessed of a terrible fear of reptiles, and most especially of snakes. Seeing her in her true form, he went practically catatonic, and when she reverted to human form he fled from her in horror.

Hurt as she was by his reaction, Axziga was prepared to overlook it once he calmed down and had time to consider, to realize she was the same as she’d always been, and that he loved her. But it didn’t fall out that way in the end. His horror and disgust were bone deep, and knowing that he had enjoyed congress with a reptile sent him almost mad. Her every attempt at reconciliation was rejected, and the final time with harsh and hurtful words. He then departed to return home to his family.

Axziga’s pain and sorrow turned quickly to anger and grief at that point. She secretly followed her former lover back to his home, spying on his every move. When he all too quickly agreed to a marriage his parents had arranged, her anger and grief turned then to rage and vengeance. On the eve of his wedding day, she cast a terrible ritual she had learned long before, from priests of ancient Pagonia in the West — she caused him to become a creature part man and part snake. His family drove him away in horror, forcing him to flee his homeland.

When Axziga caught up with him in the jungles of Vavau, she gave him one last chance to return to their great love – surely now he could understand how he’d hurt her, and must repent of it, having experienced it himself. But still he could not look on her without revulsion clear on his face. Then the last of her own love died, and she became as cold and cruel as all of her race are said to be, casting a second great ritual, this time a curse. He would be condemned to live in this hated form for eternity, unable to die, always an outcast from all civilized people.

It took him almost two decades to find a way to suppress the curse, although only for a time – always he would eventually revert to his hybrid snake form. It was after that when he first met Olbu, a young man cursed with lycanthrope, and took him on as his eyes, ears, and hands in the world of Men when he could not go there himself. He in turn helped the young were-tiger adapt to his condition, and to find him a harem of women he could turn into were-tigresses.

Over time the snake man and his were-tiger associates traveled the world, looking for a cure for Thuron Yan’s cursed condition. Olbu and the other weres seemed much less interested in a cure for themselves, but remained loyal to their benefactor. Thuron Yal amassed fortunes over the decades, spending them as needed in pursuit of his goal. He also gathered a tremendous library of esoteric tomes, and taught himself, mostly, the ways of magic.

In time he and his companions settled in the Valley of the Golden Orchid, on the island of Kensuai, in the nation of Couri, neighbor to own lost homeland of Yaro. They built a comfortable villa and settled into various routines. And while Thuron Yan failed to find a way to reverse his condition and his curse, he did eventually learn of the whereabouts of his former lover.

Almost thirty years ago he and his were-tiger entourage infiltrated the ancient temple in Okara that the now reclusive red dragon had made her lair. They battled through and slew most of her B’okiri servant/worshipers before confronting the dragon herself. Even defeated and faced with a dragon-slaying artifact, Axziga refused to lift the curse, further foretelling that if he did kill her, then no power above or below would ever be able to remove it.

He slew her anyway.

Since then he has taken over her former lair and her minions (turning the easily manipulated B’okiri into his own minions/worshipers), keeping both as a back up retreat. He has also focused his efforts on circumventing his curse by transferring his mind into another body. He had died twice, prior to his encounter with the Hand of Fortune, and each time his snake form was become even more reptilian, more monstrous, and less human. He fears he will eventually become only a snake, losing his humanity forever. To stave off that day he fights the cold, emotionless aspects he feels growing within him, striving to be kind and compassionate where he can afford to be. But each new iteration of eternal form is colder, more ruthless, and less human…

Once he finishes his backstory he then summons a water elemental. The elemental goes first for Devrik, reeking as he does of the hated fire-stink. Our hero is battered, but retains his feet and his weapon.

Erol throws one of his Blast of Norinos grenades at the elemental, but it seems to have no effect on the creature. Devrik’s holy sword does, however, causing a steaming wound that quickly fills in as the elemental pulls back in dismay.

Vulk uses the Staff of Summer to summon an earth elemental, which will take four rounds. Mariala summons her own water elemental (name?), which takes two rounds. Draik moves to place himself in front of the concentrating Vulk, to protect him should the elemental attack. Which it does, and Draik dodges, drawing it away.

Toran keeps trying Stavin’s Arrow, but all except one attempt fails. The successful one does do some damage to the water elemental, however. Once the two elementals are fully engaged with each other, it frees up everyone’s attention for the Big Bad™.

Erol’s eye is caught by the Snake Lords gaze, and he is Charmed, despite the power of his new helm-of-not-being-possessed. He stands frozen. Vulk casts Kasira’s Armor on Erol, not realizing his friend has been charmed. 

Between the Kasira’s blessing and Erol’s magic helmet, when Thuron Yan Commands Erol to “defend me!” the Charm has been broken, and the command doesn’t take. But Erol, aware of the command, plays along and moves forward to take up a defensive stance in front of the Snake.

After her own water elemental appears and engages the first one, Mariala casts Resistance on herself.

Devrik considers summoning a fire elemental, but even under the best conditions (and these are far from that) it would take much too long. Instead he casts Immolation on himself — with a CS.

Erol whirls to launch a surprise attack on Thuron Yan, who is indeed taken aback to find his Charm/Command combo has failed. But his shockingly fast snake reflexes save him, as he sinuously evades the hero’s trident thrust at his belly (CS vs CS).

But the attack has the advantage of causing the Snake Lord to release his psionic wall that was keeping the others at bay. Devrik glides forward, a manshape of living ethereal (?) flame. As he does, Draik looses an arrow into the swam of B’okiri who have emerged to watch their Master kill the intruders – again he hits one in the left thigh, severing the femoral artery. As it bleeds out, its fellows charge forward, to Vulk’s exasperation.

Thuron Yan whips two blades from his side and cross cuts them through Devrik’s neck in a blinding move, decapitating the man! Except he’s made of flame, and so instead the blades pass harmlessly through him.

Erol invokes his Extratemporal psionic talent, with CS. His next attack on Thuron Yan is dodged, and the snake counters with his massive tail/body. He sends the gladiator flying into the swarm of B’okiri. Erol spears the first to come at him on his trident, lifts it up above his head and hurls its dying body into the water.

Mariala figures a sleepy spell ain’t gonna cut it this time, and unleashes her Fire Nerves spell. The B’okiri collapse mid-charge, mewling in pain. Thuron Yan just grimaces and glares at her, but isn’t incapacitated. 

A lone B’okiri, with more guts than brains, attacks Flame Devrik™ from behind, and gets a scorched blade for his trouble. The creature then decides discretion is the wiser option and retreats. Draik is having none of it, however, and once again his arrow finds a thigh and the femoral artery… another one bites the dust.

Devrik tries to cast Arkel’s Fiery Ribbons, but the distraction of the back stabbing B’okiri attack is enough to force him to abort the Form.

Vulk invokes a holy curse on Thuron Yan.

Mariala sends a second and third attack of Fire Nerves, keeping the B’okiri down and further discommoding Thuron Yan.

Doesn’t stop him from blocking Erol’s next attack, however, and again countering with his tail. He takes Erol’s legs out from under him this time, and lunges in with both falchions to end the gladiator with another decapitation move. But Erol successfully blocks and rolls back to his feet, protected by Kasira’s blessing.

The earth elemental finally appears, and is immediately set onto the enemy water elemental— the three-way elemental battle shakes the very ground and threatens the structural integrity of the ancient temple! Bad elemental kicks a watery foot into the earth elemental’s groin, sending chips of rock and dirt flying in a spray of water.

Toran fires a cross-bow bolt at the Snake Lord, but even as he’s fighting Devrik and Erol he manages to snatch it out of the air! It distracts him for a critical instant, however, and Devrik finally gets off Arkel’s Fiery Ribbons. The rainbow-colored flames slam into the snakes’ torso, engulfing him, and he screams in agony before collapsing to writhe and burn on the floor for a moment, before dying.

With his death, his summoned water elemental is freed, and saying “enough of this bullshit,” it vanishes in a spray of mist. Mariala dismisses her own elemental, with great thanks. Vulk has an idea for his earth elemental… but for the moment it just stands and waits.

While Toran sings (beautifully) an ancient Khundari funeral dirge, Vulk invokes the blessings of Kasira on the snake corpse of Thuron Yan, after which Devrik summons all of his pyrokinetic and magical Yalvan power to fully immolate the body, eventually turning it to fine ash and presumably ending the ancient curse that would otherwise revive and restore the man.

Afterward Erol pisses on the ashes, to the embarrassment of his companions.

Vulk utilizes his earth elemental to help Toran search for any hidden recess where loot might be found, and indeed, they find a small, well concealed chamber where Thuron Yan has hidden his recovered library (as much of it as the Hand didn’t loot themselves the year before). It is a tremendously valuable find, almost incalculable, really. It contains books, tablets and scrolls from across much of the world, on a variety of subjects both arcane and mundane.

Now, how do they get home again…?