Session 17: Viter

Royal Roots
''“Oh indeed, dear friends. What does a dollar cost?”''

Dastardly dashing, I plummeted the depths of the lustrous Lenore’s sweet garden. Side-by-side with my dear Acolytes we went, deeper into the ground as we stepped towards dear Ember’s past.

Yet upon our search—as I should have anticipated what with the grand merchant blood flowing through my veins—we came upon beautiful, wondrous, and perhaps most importantly valuable luminescent slugs. The shells are a sight to behold, and you wouldn’t believe what some fools would part with for a chip of one.

I went to approach one with my dagger in hand, ready to slice and scale, but Ivasar decided he had feelings. As did Ember… BAH!

I left the creature alone …for now.

As we made our way through another set of stairs, my companions started to act funny. Well, more funny. In the middle of the open room, amidst a pool of water, sat a single plant. Suddenly and without warning, the damned druid transformed into an otter and Ember dashed across the water, all to declare their love and protection of a flower.

Leave it to the damn druid to hug a weed, yet offer a widower their partner’s remains in a jar.

Yet here is where my heroics truly shined bright! Sensing something was amiss, I grabbed the otter. It tried to whip about and jump off me, but I didn’t let go!

Well, not until Ember cast a spell on ME. Yes, you read that right, dear student. This spellcasting daughter of sass infected my brain and made me feel to not harm that lily in the pond.

So I did the next best thing. I threw the otter-man at Ember! Ha ha! You should have seen it, soring through the air like a silky smooth and feathered arrow, gliding towards its destination. It. Was. Beautiful.

Of course it wouldn’t work. What does with that one? But soon we had to switch gears and fight these water beasts that arose from the pond. I did my wizardry spells, creating images of myself to fool one, slicing with my sharp wands to the other.

The details are neither here nor there, but just know that we 'bested them! Ha HA! I am truly amazing!'

Just then, we heard footsteps and decided to retreat. And as we hid, a damned dryad appeared grasping a tiny shard of delirium. I took it upon myself to explain we were there to help, and she guided me to another room. There were small, glowing flowers identical to the one she held in her hand, each of them shining with the distinct soft glow of delirium.

Curious. We were here to seek out a piece of Ember’s past. Lenore’s garden was seemingly protected from the infection that delirium brings. Yet these creatures possessed plenty of it… and where was Lenore?

As I awaited in the room, Ivasar decided to be human again (at least in physical form) and joined me as we waited. As I planted my feet, thinking of the next heroic deed, a group of dryads rushed past us.

I looked over at Ivasar with a confounding look upon my face. Where was Ember?

And what was that sound?