The evening before as we were groggy and about to leave, we heard rumors of a rally starting at noon on the 5th. This Rally will occur in bosum Strand at Dawn Square. Nevard Sechim (the old druid dude on the mountain) is calling for it saying that his vision will save Flint from disaster.
There are reports of the smell of burnt engine grease at Dawn Square in the morning, reported to us by Hennet Rinus. It had just started during the night. People are uneasy in a several block radius.
Upon arrival in Dawn Square, Elanna noticed that there was oil slicks on the ground. After more investigation, she saw that there was actually a trail. We started tracking the oil to a gated warehouse.
After inspecting the warehouse, the front door appeared to be magically trapped or alarmed. The back doors were blocked from the outside. Several windows were around the top. Calim used a Mage Hand to wrap a rope around a beam next to an open window and we climbed up.
The dim warehouse has catwalks that crisscrossed it. We were able to semi-sneak (read as ‘failed miserably’) up above an area with a large construct and several technicians.
They did some stuff and one of the technicians stepped on something we think was a portal and disappeared. The large construct flashed when this happened.
Stuart threw a web spell as Elanna yelled “RHC, halt and surrender!” Of course, they didn’t comply… They continued to step into the thing and disappear while several fled. The construct fought with Henri for a while before fleeing.
Found documents and such:
- Hand written ritual – replace cat’s blood with witchoil. Take same precations as you would at the mana reservoir.
- On a cage, is a checklist – Set of steps:
- Sedate cats
- Extract blood
- remove heart
- implant witchoil
- attach collar and amulet
- perform ritual
- if error, shatter witchoil vessel. if successful, attach chest plate.
- Schematic of where to attach chest plate to the rib cage.
- Percise description of how the chest plate protects the witchoil vessel
Also found collars to control the cats. Hold the collar and speaks the command word “Obey” can give orders to the cats.
Stuart and Henri started interrogating the 3 captives. They have been using the bleak gate to get around Flint without getting noticed. He said that the Shadowman was called Creed and worked for McBannon.
The technicians are denizens of the Bleak side, fading back to it as the world can no longer hold them. You apparently need a ring/circle of rusted iron to get into the Bleak.
The technician spends most of his time working on a project for the Risuri military and McBannon is in charge of the project. The project has something to do with weaponizing witchoil and creating an army powered by it (either constructs or creatures).
Around 10PM, we left the warehouse and headed back towards the square. There, we found thousands of people already in the square. We checked around for a while, discovering that there were some weird robed guys that we believed were druids near some wagons (We should have known better!) and also there was a rust ringed fountain that might be used for a portal.
Once Nevard started speaking, the weird robe guys moved, revealing they were standing on rusty rings. The jaguar things jumped out of the rings and attacked the crowd.
Calim quickly pulled out the collar that we had found earlier and commanded a nearby cat golem. Elanna blasted the group of hooded figures, which were actually undead minions. The blast destroyed the closest group, giving Calim time to control the others.
Nevard collapsed on the stage, his body failing him as he cast the spell. Elanna ran up on the stage, checking him. Unsure what was wrong other than him being old, frail and about to expire by natural causes anyhow, she cast a heal spell upon him.
Navard told us:
bq). I saw a dark figure, standing atop Cauldron Hill, towering over our city. The sun set, and he cast a shadow across Parity Lake, stretching northwest, into the sea, beyond the horizon. He is born in our city, but his ultimate goal is elsewhere. And also things moved in his shadow—indeed, his shadow moved before he did, for while he was mighty, he was controlled by others.
I saw smoke hiding his face, for he was made mighty by industry. In my vision, a king chased him out to sea and defeated him by slicing him free from his shadow. But the cauldron had already shattered, and many thousands were drowned and devoured in its roil.
I saw three birds alight on the peak, the first of black silk, the second of black steel, both weeping blood. But the third was made of stars, and it sang many songs.
I tell you this: Cauldron Hill is not safe. Twice will danger arise, and twice will we be deceived into thinking it is safe to return, but we must avoid the place and avoid being tricked. I have arranged shelter in the Cloudwood, where people can be safe until the darkness passes.
A trumpeter carried a lantern onto the stage of a darkened theater, and the people gathered for his performance applauded, then lit lanterns of their own. The theater never got bright enough for him to see their faces.
One man tore himself in two, and his twin selves fought over a woman, tearing her into three, who ran away. Mice skittered around them, collecting cheese fallen amid the rails of a trainyard. Then a train roared down the track past him, but it had no one driving it. In the distance it derailed, and crushed two of the women, but which of the three survived?
A man carrying a bronze staff with three keyholes is assailed by swords and arrows and fire, but nothing kills him. He began to take off his robes, revealing tiger fur beneath them, while stars fell from the sky all around him. Then the sky was dark, and when the sun should have risen, instead a pale glowing cloud floated in the dark.
Finally, tyrant and murderer languished in prison, hanging from twelve chains and hooks that pierced her feet, her legs, her thighs, her shoulders, her arms, and her hands. But the thirteenth hook that sealed her mouth swung loose, and it fluttered in the breeze as she whispered a map that led everywhere.
We head back to HQ with the cats in the wagons. A bit after we arrived, the cats died from the strain and the witchoil isn’t enough to sustain them.