by kohaku (Matt S.) 13 spring fell
TL;DR: Party discovers a new race of bunnies who speak in "Fluffy." See Theobold's Recap | See Fagan's Recap
With a sigh, Kohaku laid his head gently on the wooden table.
“This place is so confusing,” he said with a sigh.
When he’d woken up this morning, he had expected it to be cold. And it was. In fact, during his prayers and meditation, he’d divined that this cold was truly unnatural.
He’d expected to inspect the obelisk again. The party he’d joined—Theobold, Fagan, Blizkin, Mindartis, Ivan, and Tharrus—had attempted to look at the inscriptions. But for some reason, when they had approached the obelisk that morning, the inscriptions had gone.
I’m just glad I could help.
Thinking about how he’d seen the obelisk before, he had reasoned the lack of moonlight might have been the reason for the lack of carvings. Praying to Selûne, Kohaku had asked her to shine down her glorious moonlight. Doing so revealed the ancient writing once more. Some rubbings had been taken, and it proved that the obelisk’s secrets could only be discovered on a moonlit night. That night, in fact, a shaft of moonlight had illuminated the western portion of the obelisk. Theobold had managed to memorize it.
Hopefully it reveals more about the battle between good and evil that those carvings supposedly discuss.
Kohaku was tired. He’d had to cast many spells that day, most of them as the party had returned from trying to make contact with the human settlement in East Summerport (or Winterport—every faction called this place something else). Two ghouls had been feasting on…something, in one of the previously cleared buildings right across the street from the tavern. With Blizkin’s grease, some fae lights and Kenku illusions, Kohaku’s spikes, and enough fire to burn down an entire forest, the ghouls had been put down.
Shaking his head, Kohaku rubbed his eyes and smiled slightly. “At least Blizkin was able to douse the flames before any permanent damage could ensue.”
With a dull thunk, a mug of ale was put in front of him. He took a sip, swirling the foamy liquid.
“Tilith, huh,” he muttered.
That morning, before setting off, some of his compatriots’ ale kept disappearing. Kohaku may still have been getting used to his newly-enhanced hearing, but it had proved its worth when he’d caught the ale thief whispering.
As the thief attempted to escape into the crowd, Kohaku managed to grasp them with his Thorn Whip. As the thief was reeled in, the magic they had used to conceal themselves seemed to dissipate.
A young human girl had appeared, wearing a necklace set with rubies and sapphires. She had introduced herself as Tilith, a member of the Fist. She had told them of the group of humans coming to meet with the party tomorrow. She also revealed that her necklace kept her protected, in part, from the unearthly cold the land shivered under. Maybe when the meeting with the Fist’s Treaters happened, they could figure out some way of trading for these necklaces.
We’ll have to make sure there’s enough ale on hand, Kohaku thought, with another sip. Tilith had gone through…seven? Eight? An inordinately large number of mugs before she’d left.
I wonder what the deal with her father is, though.
The party had encountered Tilith before they’d left for the obelisk. But another meeting awaited them after the rubbings were done. The embassy on the shard’s northeastern edge had been locked; Kohaku rubbed at his bruised shoulder. But walking to the courtyard on the side further into town, they’d found some doors. They’d also found two white rabbits, dressed in clothes that befitted nobility.
The rabbits had scrolls in their mouths, but upon spotting the group, they’d promptly dropped them into the snow, and run inside, splitting up along the way. Standing outside the door, Theobold and Kohaku performed the rituals necessary for them to speak with the rabbits. Meanwhile, Mendartis had sent his familiar upwards, inspecting the rest of the building. The embassy had turned out to be three stories tall, with a pleasure area on the roof. The rest of the group had inspected the rabbits’ scrolls, but they were blank.
The journal entries here are provided by the active player characters participating in the Detroit Marches.
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