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Our party begins the night with the giant crypt door exploding into Asterions face, sending him tumbling to the ground. Gideon moved quickly to the side to avoid it, only for them to be met with a two headed creature standing upwards of seven feet high. They immediately engaged in combat, slowly dealing the damage they needed before Sam and Gideon rammed a bench into him at full speed. The force of the bench sent him tumbling back where he moved into a magical field surrounding an obelisk that held a strange looking rock. The creature fell forward, its back side melted. Thea looted its pockets, finding a sapphire pyramid that she discovered fit into the a tapestry of a woman on the wall. The group spent an hour testing and experimenting, Gideon found a piece of a journal by Duke Austera Balokaii that brought to light the war of the 2nd age, and how he had made the decision to abandon the Drow in place of a greater conflict. Sam turned into a beetle and went up to the surface with his new friend, 'Beetles', to scout the temple.
The party made their beds and took to resting, with the elves taking shifts of watch. During the night, each of them had their own strange dream of events scattered across time.
Isabella hands the rock over to Thea, the carriage looking at her curiously while she explained the stressful expectations from her and Vareks mother. The stone glowed a pale warm light with black spots appearing and disappearing across its surface. The party discussed, with Gideon doing his best to explain what may have happened. Without warning, the carriage came to a stop and Isabella moved to the forward one with her father before the carriages turned north to the city of Ehthenae.
Welcome to Session Zero of Empyrean Decree, a Dungeons and Dragons campaign hosted out of the Adventurers Academy! Session Zero will introduce you to not only the world of Celennial, but also each of our players characters! Get ready to rock with this crazy group of players
A pale white hand curled across the edge of a window while a figure stood atop a wrapped balcony, staring down across the high hills of Budri Veldt. A pair of pale blue eyes slowly opened, a look of panic growing across her face. It was the first time in her life that she had ever experienced that feeling. What was it? The feeling of darkness, of blindness, of isolation. An elderly elven man stepped into the tower floor from a dimly lit stairwell. The crevices that lined his face showed his age, even among his race.
“Thamior, Ha na-lelya, im tur-baw” (it’s gone..I can’t see.)
He stood there for a moment in panic filled thought.
“Nin rís, mín must nall- i thangail “ (Your highness, we must gather our forces..)
“Leith- i arat decree a notifui nin herven” (Send the royal decree, alert my husband.)
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