Setting the Snare: Campaign Diary
After a few final words with Veridis, the party set off towards the Salience. Navigating the shifting gravity of Yggdrasil’s mighty branches was second nature to the trio by now, and the first half of the journey was filled with leisurely discussions over how best to tackle the visages.
Having camped the night inside one of Yggdrasil’s hollow branches, the party were awoken by a knocking. Outside stood a gaggle of ratatosk. Squirrel folk. Recognising them as the group that helped Glittereye, the ratatosk offered to escort “Ball Man” and “Fire Boys” to the “evil bird place”. While they were perfectly capable of finding their way themselves, it would be rude to decline help. So the groups banded together.
The party arrived with a day to spare: ahead lay the Salience, an ancient crack within the bark of Yggdrasil, long, deep, and narrow. An abandoned meeting point. Surely a day was enough time for a master plan to crystallise? Aided by the ratatosk, they made their way up to an inconspicuous branch overhanging the crevasse. Already, the group of eight visages were there. Black clouds hovering in total silence. Waiting. The heroes passed the time with some cautious scouting, and even more planning. What were these creatures’ weaknesses? How can we maximise the element of surprise?
The next morning, the long-awaited messenger arrived. A cloud of steam billowed down the carved stairs of the Salience, forming into a small winged creature, roughly humanoid in shape. Steam roiled off him as he hissed his message: the master would find the ice himself. A perpetrator has been found and rests in Tcian Sumere, the Bottom of the Multiverse. The master would destroy all in his path with the ancient knowledge of the realm known only for its absence.
The visages listened. The message concluded, they tore the elemental messenger to shreds. Our heroes decided that as ambush moments go, this was their last best chance.
From his hidden vantage point, M’narr conjured a ring of fire around the visages, who had made the fatal error of standing too close together. Ragados leapt to engage them on the ground, magically accelerating forwards and swinging a quarterstaff he had enchanted for the occasion. 12-Bar followed, using his cittern to sap the visages’ resolve. Will the trio’s preparations be enough?
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