Perrinor

Last session, our heroes investigated the mysterious chimney on the roof of Tertel’s Little Heavy, <:)3. After dropping a candle down and determining it was some kind of portal, they (well, mostly Maho) stayed their curiosity and bedded down for the night. Heph removed the mask from the remaining agent, Jörnann got covered in dolls, and Elias and Delilas took turns trancing and keeping watch. Thus ended a really long day.

Early the next morning, Elias received a Sending from Mort as Maho’s old house was about to be teleported to Ivalgo. Just before the sound of creaking wood and screaming faded into arcane wind, he heard Mort calling after Spraus to stay in the house. The teleportation completed, it seemed Spraus stayed behind to stop Heph from having to “clean up his mess”.

The party regrouped to plan their day. Rormir had a trickle of blood coming from his nose, something which Heph recognized as extra-natural. Hoping to maybe get reinforcements from the Nor’Southern Isles through the chimney, they tied a rope to Maho. She climbed down a bit of the way, then fell, emerging a moment later from a door in a windmill in the middle of lazy, endless fields of grain. The rest of the party fell after (with Delilas climbing carefully behind) and arrived some indeterminate amount of time later in the same place. Once again something was strange with Rormir, who was coming apart into pieces from cracks glowing with a pale green light. He was also about a foot taller.

The party puzzled about how to escape these fields, which seemed to stretch past a horizon that seemed both infinitely far and right within their grasp. Heph decided to put his theory of two heads being better than one to the test, and reached out to his mirror double, combining their intellect to piece together the rules of this realm. Through some changing of their perspective, the party took a few steps (or in the case of Maho a trek of several months) and arrived on the coast of a massive, turquoise sea, on the other side of which lay Elias’s home. There they met a boatman standing by a rowing vessel with exactly six seats. He described himself as a wayfarer, and the party decided to call him Darryl. He offered them free passage across the ocean, with the one condition that no matter what happens, they must keep rowing, keep looking straight ahead, and not stop for anything. After Elias threw down an illusory troll to serve as a landmark and Maho took a shell with the promise of returning it, the party got into the boat and set sail.

Some discussion took place where Delilas warned the party they must remain stealthy and unseen upon reaching land. And then, out in the middle of the water, Rormir wondered if this is what dying looks like for him. He stopped rowing, and immediately the calm, idyllic sea was rocked by storm. Visible only in flashes of lightning a gigantic feathered tentacle emerged from the salt spray and grabbed Darryl, dragging him beneath the waves. Emerging from the water, the party was now confronted with the massive, beaked face of a kraken, the words of Darryl echoing in their minds: “No matter what happens, keep rowing, keep looking straight ahead, and do not stop for anything”.

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