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| The final chain shattered, and Alum-kazir began to drop back down to the Silver Smith's heaven. Some of the Shadowless wished to evacuate, while Paramedes was intent on taking the moment to finish off O.P.E.R.A. once and for all: before either could act, however, the island slammed into the firmament with a great, destructive force. | The final chain shattered, and Alum-kazir began to drop back down to the Silver Smith's heaven. Some of the Shadowless wished to evacuate, while Paramedes was intent on taking the moment to finish off O.P.E.R.A. once and for all: before either could act, however, the island slammed into the firmament with a great, destructive force. |
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| | ===== Session 93: The Spinner, The Smith, and The Saint ===== |
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| | Orianna woke first, aching and wounded, and shouting for help under a tapestry cover and a bright summer sky. She was in a forest clearing among the covered bodies of her other comrades, surrounded by dozens of identical Dwarven women, spinning wool on spindles and wheels. Cynara and Avery woke soon after, and quickly ascertained that they had not left the Silver Smith's heaven, but Rokas had come to them. Twilight had turned to day as the gods conferred, having seen the party's battle, but these ninety-seven fragments of Rokas had snuck out. She was glad that the party was planning on dispatching Yeenoghu, knowing that it was not likely that Rozmajin's trick could work again, and she planned to help them in any way she could — Avery saw that it had been a long, long time before she had been woken by Alum-kazir crashing back down, and she was desperate to be of use. |
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| | With the party and Breighlin's agreement, she moved a week from the end of Breighlin's life to now, instantly waking her. She took the opportunity to, without any circumstance, summon Sanilir from the heavens, and command the saintly angel to resurrect Anma. The party would need to wake to truly return Breighlin to life, and so the Silver Smith spun a week in an instant, forcing Breighlin to pass seven days by revising her notes (confirming that all extant Shadowless confronted them earlier), brewing alcohol from the rations, trying to survive the hangover, and attempting to investigate the area around the forest and the Silver Smiths. On day 5, a Shadowless also slipped into the frozen time, or at least an illusion of one. It amiably congratulated her and the party on being able to survive Paramedes's assault, and offered instead a chance for both factions to work together, instead of trying to destroy the other's people for the sake of their own. Breighlin demanded some kind of knowledge to show the deal was genuine. In response, it told her why only some of the Shadowless had singular, full souls: Ahm sundered the souls of 12 on purpose; was forced to leave Paramedes intact as it channeled Yeenoghu's power; left Menoetes as second-in-command and a negotiating partner; and one (presumably Crypt) was not part of the Shadowless's ruling council, but was spared while their people died simply by being next to Paramedes at the right time. With such new secrets imparted, it left. When the week was suddenyl up, Breighlin summoned a not-too-pleased Sanilir, and balance was restored. |
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| | The sun drifted away as the gods concluded their business, and the Silver Smiths began to sleep again. Syl's light showed the way back to the bell that would bring them to Leurut, and by the bell the party found Protophylarch slumbering. He survived the fall directly, tried to find Saint Miro in the wreckage of the church, but instead went to guard the bell (and rest). The party caught a night's rest, finally, watching the sun traverse Leurut above them, and they transported themselves to Leurut when, there, it was night. Rokas had mentioned something to Anma, "the river is different but the bridge does not move," and the party had an idea. |
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| | Avery marched to the North of the Elden Cliffs, with Breighlin and Cynara by his side, and began to name the angels of power and beseech the might of Ahm. He brandished Cynara's pole, refused to name Yeenoghu, and added Sanilir to his catalogue of angels as he reenacted Prophet van Døschri's miracle. With Rokas and Rozmajin begged for aid, he pushed on the brandished pole, and suddenly it met with great resistance. As Elves began to investigate, Cynara, Breighlin, and Anma added their might, with Orianna lending a mammoth's might to the force. The metal budged, and a golden glow lit up the night — for as long as Avery remained. |
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| | The party proceeded to the New Monastery, gathering hopeful monks, gnomes, and humans, among them Brother Spark, and Cynara led the way through the basement to the shielded splinter. Breighlin and Anma used the blood of their own recently-suffered wounds to prime the ritual, while Breighlin liberally sprinkled the collected demon ash upon the blue shell. Each panel began to dissolve and collapse, until the entire case was destroyed, and Avery caught the piece of the Planeblade in his new-fashioned staff. |