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Confrontation
The violet glow pulsed brighter in the darkness, and the temperature in the Drunken Kraken’s basement dropped until their breath misted in the air. Sprocket kept his goggles fixed on the entity, watching through the magical detection lens as it moved closer with fluid, unnatural grace.
“Back up slowly,” Kassandra whispered, her hand tight on her rapier. “Nobody make any sudden movements.”
[Perception: Kassandra 16, Ember 18, Titan 12, Sprocket 19, Glimmer 14]
But it was too late for caution. The creature emerged from the deepest shadows, and even without Sprocket’s enhanced goggles, they could all see it now.
It was massive, easily the size of a large horse, with a body that glistened like wet stone in their lantern light. Twelve tentacles spread from its central mass, each as thick as a man’s arm and armored along the top with overlapping scales that clicked and rattled as it moved. The tentacles ended in wicked claws that scraped against the stone floor. Its head, if it could be called that, was dominated by a single eye the size of a dinner plate, glassy and dark with a serpentine iris that contracted as it focused on them. Below the eye, a beak-like mouth opened and closed with sharp clicks.
The creature spread its tentacles wide, making itself appear even larger. [Intimidation: Creature 17] The message was clear: this was its territory, and they were intruders.
[Wisdom Saves vs DC 17: Sprocket 19 (Pass), Titan 18 (Pass), Kassandra 16 (Fail), Ember 14 (Fail), Glimmer 8 (Fail) – Fail causes Frightened condition: disadvantage on ability checks and attack rolls]
“Rats?” Glimmer’s voice cracked slightly. “Barley said rats! There’s something much bigger and more dangerous down here than rats!”
“Beautiful,” Sprocket breathed, his fear momentarily overcome by fascination. “Look at the way the scales overlap. That’s not natural evolution. Someone designed this creature.”
“Can we appreciate the craftsmanship after it stops trying to kill us?” Kassandra suggested, never taking her eyes off the entity.
Ember slowly raised one hand, palm out, in what she hoped was a universal gesture of peace. [Animal Handling: 14] “Easy,” she said softly, the same tone she used with Elsa when the wolf was agitated. “We’re not here to hurt you.”
The creature’s eye swiveled to focus on Ember. For a moment, it seemed to consider her words. Then it lunged forward, two tentacles lashing out toward the party. [Initiative rolled]
“So much for diplomacy!” Kassandra dove to the side as a clawed tentacle swept through the space where she’d been standing.
[Initiative Order: Ember 19, Sprocket 18, Creature 16, Kassandra 14, Titan 13, Glimmer 9]
The Battle
Ember moved first, her ranger’s instincts taking over. [Attack: 16, Hit! Damage: 8 piercing] An arrow flew from her bow, striking one of the creature’s tentacles. The creature shrieked in pain and frustration.
Elsa lunged forward to help, snarling as she snapped at the wounded tentacle. [Attack: 8, Miss!] But the slippery, scaled appendage whipped away from her jaws with shocking speed, leaving her teeth clicking on empty air.
The wounded tentacle thrashed, and suddenly several crates exploded outward. [Perception: Sprocket 21] Through his goggles, Sprocket saw something he’d missed before. Among the destroyed supplies, there were half-eaten wheels of cheese, carefully arranged. The creature had been… playing with its food?
“It’s been living here!” Sprocket called out, ducking behind a barrel. “Look at the arrangement. It’s not mindless. It’s been enjoying the food, savoring it.”
[Attack: Sprocket 12, Miss!] His crossbow bolt flew toward the creature, but despite its massive bulk and twelve tentacles, the entity moved with shocking speed. It twisted aside, and the bolt struck a barrel behind it. [Damage to environment: explosive bolt] The modified bolt detonated on impact, blowing the barrel apart in a shower of splinters and grain.
The creature’s retaliation was swift and terrible. [Attack 1: Natural 20! Critical Hit! vs Kassandra] A tentacle wrapped around Kassandra’s leg before she could dodge. It lifted her off the ground and hurled her into a stack of barrels. Ale exploded everywhere, and Kassandra hit the ground hard, gasping. [Damage: 11 bludgeoning]
“Kassandra!” Ember shouted.
“I’m okay,” Kassandra groaned, struggling to her feet, soaked in ale. “But I’m going to smell like a brewery for a week.”
[Attack 2: 15 vs Ember, Hit!] Another tentacle caught Ember across the shoulder, spinning her around. [Damage: 7 bludgeoning] Pain lanced through Ember’s arm, and she felt something crack. Not good. Elsa snarled, snapping at the appendage.
Kassandra pushed herself fully upright, wiping ale from her eyes. Her scimitar was still in her hand, and despite the pain, she forced herself forward. [Attack with disadvantage: 11, Miss!] She swung at one of the creature’s tentacles, but her hands were shaking, and the blade sliced through empty air as the appendage whipped away.
Titan had seen enough. His eyes blazed with fury as he felt the familiar heat of rage building in his chest. [Rage activated] “My turn!” he roared, his muscles bulging, veins standing out on his massive arms. He charged forward, his maul raised high. [Attack: 18, Hit! Damage: 15 bludgeoning] The weapon connected with the creature’s central body with a sound like a gong being struck. The impact sent ripples through the creature’s gelatinous form.
The entity reeled backward, crashing into more crates. Something in its body shifted visibly, a hard object moving beneath its translucent skin. The creature’s movements became more erratic, almost panicked. It lashed out wildly, destroying more of the basement’s contents in its frenzy.
“It’s in pain!” Sprocket observed. “But not just from our attacks. Look at how it moves. Something inside it is causing distress.”
Glimmer began chanting, his hands weaving through arcane patterns as fire gathered at his fingertips. [Fire Bolt: 16, Hit! Damage: 5 fire] A bolt of flame shot from his hand, striking the creature’s wounded side. The fire washed over it, and it shrieked again. But this time, Sprocket noticed something different through his goggles. The magical energy from Glimmer’s spell seemed to react with something inside the creature, making it glow brighter through the entity’s semi-transparent body.
“There’s something in there!” Sprocket pointed. “Something magical. I can see it through my goggles. It’s… it’s stuck inside it somehow.”
Round Two
The creature thrashed more violently, clearly agitated. Ember, fighting through the pain in her shoulder, nocked another arrow. [Attack: 14, Hit! Damage: 6 piercing] Her shot was true despite her injury, but she was moving slower now, favoring her wounded side. Blood seeped through her sleeve, and her face had gone pale.
In the chaos, Sprocket found himself cornered against a stack of crates, the creature’s bulk blocking his escape route. One tentacle lashed toward him, and he dove to the side. [Dexterity Save: 14, Success] He rolled behind the crates, his heart pounding.
“Stealth mode, activate!” he hissed, flipping the switch on his suit. An ominous buzz answered him, followed by a shower of blue sparks from his backpack. The stealth function sputtered and died. “Of course it doesn’t work when I need it!”
“Time for plan B!” Sprocket muttered, reaching for the smoke grenade mechanisms on the sides of his backpack. He flipped the safeties off with both hands and pulled the tiny levers. “Eat smoke, you oversized calamari!”
[Equipment Check: Natural 1! Critical Failure]
A foreboding metallic crackle emanated from his backpack. Instead of the anticipated blinding flash and enveloping smoke, the grenades made a feeble attempt, flying merely a foot before falling with a disappointing thump on the cellar floor. No smoke. No flash. Nothing.
“Oh, that’s not good,” Sprocket breathed.
Then things got worse. Much worse.
His climbing hook launcher, mounted on top of his backpack, activated on its own with a mechanical whine. The hook shot upward with force meant to propel it twenty feet, but in the low-ceiling basement, it struck the stone overhead at almost point-blank range.
The impact was deafening. Stone crumbled under the sheer force, and a shower of sparks erupted from the collision, cascading down like dangerous fireflies. The sparks landed on wooden crates below, including one filled with those lime-chocolate-hot pepper sardines Sprocket had noticed earlier, and another containing what smelled like chili-flavored dried fruit.
Small fires began to flicker to life where the sparks met dry wood.
“Sprocket!” Kassandra shouted. “What are you doing?”
“Field testing!” he called back, scrambling away from the growing fires. “It’s not going well!”
“Not going well?” Titan bellowed, dodging a tentacle. “You’re burning down the cellar!”
The entity, now surrounded by fire, destruction, and determined adversaries, lashed out in desperation. [Attack: Natural 20 vs Ember! Critical Hit!] Two tentacles shot out with blinding speed, wrapping around Ember before she could dodge. It lifted her off the ground and, with terrifying strength, hurled her directly at Titan.
“Titan, look out!” Kassandra shouted.
[Dexterity Save: Titan 13, Ember 11 – Both Fail] Titan tried to catch her, but the force was too great. Ember slammed into his chest, and they both went down in a tangle of limbs. [Damage to Ember: 11 bludgeoning, Damage to Titan: 6 bludgeoning]
Ember gasped as the impact drove the air from her lungs. She tried to push herself up, but her arms wouldn’t cooperate. Her vision swam, and she tasted blood. Everything hurt. Blood seeped through her sleeve, and her face had gone pale. Through the haze of pain, she heard Elsa’s frantic barking.
“Ember!” Kassandra’s voice cut through the chaos. The druid took one look at her friend’s pale, sweat-slicked face and the way she wasn’t getting up. Critical. One more hit like that and Ember would be out of the fight permanently.
[Wildshape: Success] In a shimmer of druidic magic, Kassandra transformed into her massive bear form. On four legs, she bounded across the slippery floor with surprising speed, positioning herself between Ember and the creature. Her bear form’s bulk provided cover, and she could feel the healing magic already gathering in her paws.
[Cure Wounds: 8 HP restored to Ember] Golden light flowed from Kassandra’s bear form into Ember. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to pull her back from the edge. The ranger’s eyes focused again, and color returned to her cheeks.
Titan pushed himself to his feet, shaking off the impact. His rage burned even hotter now. He grabbed two of the creature’s tentacles with his bare hands. [Athletics: 20] He pulled with all his considerable strength, spinning the creature around. It smashed into barrels, then into the opposite wall, then into a stack of crates that exploded on impact. [Damage: 10 bludgeoning from impacts]
While he had the creature off-balance, Titan swung his maul in a devastating arc, catching it in the side. The creature bellowed, and the impact sent it reeling. [Attack: 19, Hit! Damage: 13 bludgeoning]
Something inside the creature’s body shifted visibly with each impact, a hard object tumbling around beneath its translucent skin. The creature’s movements became more erratic, almost panicked.
“Keep hitting it!” Sprocket shouted from behind his cover, still trying to put out the small fires his equipment had started. “Something’s stuck inside!”
Glimmer rushed to Ember’s side, kneeling beside her. His hands shook slightly as he pulled a small vial of glowing blue liquid from his pack. “Drink this,” he urged, helping her sit up enough to swallow. [Healing Potion: 6 HP restored to Ember] The alchemical mixture worked quickly, adding to Kassandra’s healing magic. Color returned more fully to Ember’s cheeks.
“This… this is more dangerous than I expected,” Glimmer said, his face pale as he tucked the empty vial away. “If the quest with Master Alfred is anything like this…”
“We’ll be fine,” Ember said, though her voice was weak. “Just… needed a moment.”
Round Three
The basement was now a complete disaster. Barrels were shattered, ale flooded the floor mixing with spilled grain, sacks had burst open, crates lay in splinters everywhere, and small fires burned on debris. The party and the creature slipped and slid through the mess, both sides exhausted.
Ember, partially healed but still battered, tried to stand and rejoin the fight. [Dexterity Save: 7, Fail!] Her boot hit a patch of ale-soaked floor, and her feet went out from under her. She went down hard on her back with a splash. “Damn it!”
“Stay down!” Kassandra’s bear form rumbled, the words somehow understandable despite the animal form.
Sprocket, seeing Titan’s brutal attacks having an effect, decided to end this quickly. He pulled out a modified gadget from his pack, a crystalline rod that crackled with frost and lightning. “Everybody clear! I’m going to freeze this thing!”
[Attack with experimental weapon: 1, Critical Fail!]
The device activated with a sound like breaking glass. But instead of a focused beam, it discharged in all directions. Lightning and frost exploded outward in a chaotic burst.
The electrical discharge caught both Kassandra’s bear form and the creature. [Constitution Saves: Kassandra 8, Fail! Creature 9, Fail!] Both convulsed as electricity arced through them, then frost rapidly spread across their bodies, encasing them in a thin layer of ice. They froze in place, paralyzed.
“Oops,” Sprocket said quietly.
“OOPS?” Titan roared. “You just froze Kassandra!”
“It was an accident! The targeting system must have been damaged when …”
“We’ll discuss your targeting system later!” Glimmer shouted. “Finish the creature before they unfreeze!”
The creature, though paralyzed, stood frozen in the corner, its tentacles locked in place, its single eye wide with what might have been fear. Kassandra’s bear form stood rigid nearby, frost covering her fur, unable to move but conscious and very likely planning to have words with Sprocket later.
Titan needed no encouragement. He retrieved his maul, his rage at its peak. “You’re going to pay for that, you slimy piece of rotten sushi!”
The hard object inside the creature’s body had been getting more visible with each previous hit, tumbling and shifting beneath the translucent skin. Now was the moment to finish this.
[Attack: 21, Hit! Damage: 14 bludgeoning] His maul struck the creature’s central mass with crushing force. The creature would have staggered if it could move, more cracks spreading through the ice.
“Not done yet!” Titan raised his maul one final time. [Attack: Natural 20! Critical Hit!] He brought it down with every ounce of strength in his massive frame. The blow struck the creature’s back with such devastating force that it shattered the ice encasing it and drove the entity into the stone floor.
The impact echoed through the basement like thunder.
The creature’s body convulsed. Its tentacles, freed from the ice, flailed wildly. And from an orifice at the bottom of its torso came the most undignified sound: a loud, wet, flatulent noise accompanied by a puff of foul-smelling gas.
Something metallic clinked against the stone floor and rolled away from the creature.
The Surprise
The creature went utterly still, its single eye wide. Slowly, almost reverently, it backed away from whatever had fallen. Its entire demeanor changed instantly. The aggression vanished, replaced by what could only be described as overwhelming relief.
“What just happened?” Kassandra asked, the ice melting from her bear form as she shifted back to her half-elf shape, dripping with ale and covered in barrel splinters and frost.
Sprocket approached cautiously, his goggles still active. There, lying in a puddle of spilled ale, was a metallic orb about the size of a large grapefruit. It glowed faintly with violet light, the same color as the mushrooms, the same color as the creature’s magical aura had been.
[Investigation: Sprocket 22] Through his magical detection lens, the orb blazed with arcane energy. Complex patterns of magic swirled across its surface, far more sophisticated than anything he’d ever seen.
“Did it spit this out?” Glimmer asked, stepping closer.
Titan snorted, wiping ale from his face. “More like farted it out! Did you see where it came from?”
Despite the tension, Kassandra let out a surprised laugh. “That’s disgusting.”
“That’s accurate,” Titan replied with a grin.
The creature, meanwhile, seemed to be in a state of absolute bliss. It gently touched its own body with its tentacles, as if checking to make sure the orb was really gone. Then it did something completely unexpected.
It looked directly at the party, and if a creature with a single eye and a beak could smile, it was smiling. One tentacle reached out, not threateningly, but almost like a wave of thanks. Then, before anyone could react, the creature’s form began to shimmer and fade.
“It’s phasing!” Sprocket exclaimed. “It can become incorporeal. That’s how it’s been evading detection.”
Within seconds, the creature had vanished completely, leaving only the destruction and the mysterious orb behind.
“Well,” Kassandra said into the sudden silence, “that was weird.”
“Weird?” Titan gestured at the devastated basement. “That was the most expensive drink I’ve ever had, and I didn’t even finish it.”
Sprocket barely heard them. He was kneeling beside the orb, studying it intently. [Arcana: 18] Reading the energy patterns through his goggles, the magical signatures appeared ancient and incredibly complex. This wasn’t just some trinket. This was something important, possibly something incredibly dangerous.
“Sprocket?” Ember asked, leaning heavily on Elsa. “What is it?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted, carefully picking up the orb. It was heavier than it looked, and warmer, pulsing with a gentle rhythm like a heartbeat. “But whatever it is, that creature had it inside its body. For a long time, I think. Did you see how relieved it was? It must have been suffering.”
“So we accidentally helped it?” Glimmer ventured.
“Or we just released something that shouldn’t have been contained,” Kassandra pointed out darkly, brushing ice crystals from her hair and shooting Sprocket a look that promised a future conversation about his “targeting system.”
Sprocket pulled out a soft cloth from his pack and carefully wrapped the orb, then placed it in his bag of holding. He did it casually, as if it were just another interesting trinket, but his mind was racing. This needed more study, away from prying eyes.
“We should probably tell Barley his pest problem is solved,” Ember said, looking at the destruction around them. “Though I’m not sure how he’ll feel about the collateral damage.”
“Are you kidding?” Titan laughed, already heading for the stairs. “We just cleared out a monster he couldn’t get rid of for weeks, plus whatever rats were down there. He’s going to be thrilled.”
As they climbed back up to the tavern, Sprocket couldn’t help glancing back at the violet mushrooms still growing in the corner, still pulsing with that same eerie light. Whatever connection they had to the orb, it was still active. The mystery was far from solved.
It was only beginning.
Aftermath
Barley Hopsworth’s reaction exceeded even Titan’s optimistic prediction. When the party emerged from the basement, battered and soaked in ale but very much alive, the innkeeper looked them over with concern.
“The rats?” he asked hopefully.
“Gone,” Ember confirmed. “But there was something else down there. Something much bigger than rats. A creature that’s been living in your cellar, feeding on your supplies.”
Barley’s face went through a series of expressions: confusion, shock, then dawning horror as he realized what had actually been plaguing his establishment. “Something bigger? What kind of…”
“It’s gone too,” Titan interrupted. “Won’t be bothering you again.”
The innkeeper’s legs seemed to weaken, and he steadied himself against the bar. Then, slowly, relief washed over his features, and he nearly wept with joy.
“It’s gone?” he asked, hardly daring to believe. “Actually gone?”
“Very gone,” Ember assured him. “It won’t be bothering you again. And if it does,” she added with more confidence than she felt, “we’ll come back and deal with it.”
Barley grabbed Titan’s hand and shook it vigorously, then moved to each party member in turn. “Do you have any idea what a relief this is? Weeks! Weeks of guards and mercenaries and so-called adventurers, and none of them could do what you did in one night! Some would search all night and find nothing but rats, others would disappear into the cellar and never come back out; and then, days later, supplies would vanish again like nothing had changed.”
“About the basement,” Kassandra began, trying to broach the subject of the destruction gently.
“Don’t care!” Barley interrupted, waving his hand dismissively. “I’ll rebuild, replace, restock. It doesn’t matter. That thing terrorized my establishment, drove away customers, cost me more in lost business than the supplies are worth. You’ve saved my livelihood.”
He hurried behind the bar and began pulling fresh pints. “Drinks! Drinks for the heroes! And remember,” he added, setting foaming mugs before them, “free drinks for a month, as promised. Every time you walk through that door.”
The few remaining patrons in the tavern, hearing the commotion, gathered around to hear the story. Titan was only too happy to oblige, his account growing more dramatic with each retelling and each pint. By the third version, the creature had been the size of a house and had at least twenty tentacles.
“It was at least fifteen feet long,” Titan declared, stretching his arms wide. “With teeth like daggers and breath that smelled like death itself!”
“It didn’t have teeth,” Kassandra muttered into her drink, still picking frost crystals out of her hair. “It had a beak.”
“Details!” Titan waved her off.
Glimmer sat quietly, nursing his ale, occasionally glancing at Sprocket. The gnome artificer had been unusually quiet since they’d returned, his hand occasionally drifting to his bag as if checking that something was still there.
After an hour of celebration and several rounds of drinks (Titan had made excellent progress toward earning his month’s worth), Ember stood and stretched. “As much as I’d love to stay and hear Titan’s story reach its inevitable conclusion with him fighting off fifty tentacles single-handedly, we should probably get to the Ironshield Inn. It’s been a long day, and I’d like a proper bed.”
“And a bath,” Kassandra added, sniffing at her ale-soaked sleeve. “Definitely a bath.”
Barley refused to let them leave without packing them food for their journey. “It’s only fifteen minutes,” Glimmer pointed out, but the innkeeper was insistent. They departed laden with bread, cheese, and more than a little tipsy from the celebratory drinks.
The night air was cool and refreshing after the chaos of the basement. The streets of Echo Bay Docks had quieted somewhat, though lanterns still burned in windows and the occasional late-night reveler could be heard singing in the distance.
[1] The Drunken Kraken, [2] Ironshield Inn
Ironshield Inn
The walk to the Ironshield Inn took only fifteen minutes through the quieting streets of Echo Bay Docks. The night air was cool and refreshing after the basement chaos, and the sounds of the harbor grew more distant with each block.
The Ironshield Inn rose before them at the end of a well-maintained street, its three stories gleaming with warm light from multiple windows. Even from outside, they could smell something wonderful cooking: slow-roasted meat, fresh bread, and herbs that made their mouths water despite Barley’s generous provisions.
“That’s it,” Glimmer said with obvious pride. “Master Alfred’s inn.”
The carved sign above the door depicted a traditional dwarven shield with the Ironshield clan symbol. When Glimmer pushed open the solid oak door, they stepped into warmth and comfort.
The common room was spacious, with a large fireplace crackling against one wall. The walls were decorated with framed maps of various ages, crossed swords, and small artifacts. But what struck them most was the atmosphere: welcoming without being intrusive, quality without being pretentious. A handful of late-night patrons offered friendly nods before returning to quiet conversations over their drinks.
A woman in her forties emerged from behind the bar, her face lighting up when she saw Glimmer. “You’re back! And these must be Master Alfred’s guests.”
“Miriam, this is Ember, Kassandra, Sprocket, and Titan,” Glimmer said. “Friends, this is Miriam, the head of staff.”
Miriam’s nose wrinkled slightly. “You smell like you’ve been swimming in a brewery. Let me show you to your rooms, and we’ll have baths drawn immediately.”
She led them upstairs to four excellent rooms in a row. “Master Alfred insisted on the finest accommodations. The baths will be ready within the hour, and we’ll bring food despite the late hour. He returns tomorrow afternoon and is eager to meet you all.”
As Miriam descended the stairs, the party stood in the hallway, exhausted but successful.
“Well,” Titan said, “that was quite a first day in Novawindë.”
“Tomorrow,” Kassandra said, claiming her room. “Tonight, I’m going to soak until I no longer smell like a tavern floor.”
Sprocket took the room at the end of the hall. As the others dispersed, Glimmer caught his arm. “That orb,” he said quietly. “Whatever it is, be careful with it. I’ve never seen anything glow like that before.”
Sprocket met his eyes. “I will. I just need to understand what it is first.”
“Be careful,” Glimmer warned. “Not everything found in dark places is meant to be kept.”
Night’s End
An hour later, cleaned and fed, the party finally settled into comfortable beds. The exhaustion of the long journey and evening’s chaos caught up with them all.
But Sprocket couldn’t sleep.
He sat at the writing desk, a single candle providing light. The orb sat before him, unwrapped. In candlelight it looked almost ordinary, but through his goggles it blazed with power.
[Arcana: 19] Through his goggles, he noticed something he’d missed before. Faint lines, like runes but following patterns he’d never encountered, pulsed across the orb’s surface in rhythm with its violet glow. They weren’t static markings but seemed to flow and shift, almost breathing. The orb felt alive in his hands, and not in a healthy way. There was a sense of distress, of something wounded or weakened, as if the artifact itself was suffering.
He touched the orb’s surface. It was warm, pulsing with a gentle rhythm like a heartbeat. For just a moment, he felt something. A presence. An awareness.
The orb pulsed once with violet light.
Sprocket pulled his hand back, heart racing. What had they found? What had the creature been carrying? And why did he feel certain this was connected to everything: the mushrooms, the creature’s suffering, possibly even Alfred’s quest?
He wrapped the orb carefully and placed it in his bag. Tomorrow they would meet Alfred. Tomorrow their real adventure would begin. Tomorrow, maybe some mysteries would start making sense.
But tonight, Sprocket made a decision. He would research the orb first thing in the morning, maybe visit Gideon and use his workshop. His artificer’s curiosity was burning. What kind of magic was this? How did it work? Why had the creature swallowed it? And once he understood it better, he needed to know if it was dangerous, if it might interfere with Alfred’s quest.
The orb pulsed once more in the darkness.
Sprocket extinguished the candle and climbed into bed. The orb’s gentle warmth radiated from his bag like a heartbeat, steady and patient.
Outside his window, Novawindë settled into its nighttime rhythms. Somewhere in the darkness, a creature that had suffered for years was finally free. Somewhere on the road from Gurn Thurim, their employer traveled toward the city, eager to meet them. And somewhere in this vast continent, answers waited.
Tomorrow would bring exploration of the capital, a meeting with Alfred Ironshield, and perhaps the first answers to tonight’s mysteries.
END OF EPISODE 2
The party’s first adventure in Novawindë has ended in mystery and questions. Their first combat in Teliboria revealed that this new world holds mysteries far deeper than they expected, and a mysterious, potentially ancient, artifact now rests in Sprocket’s bag, its nature unknown.
But tonight, in a comfortable room in the Ironshield Inn, that artifact waits in darkness, pulsing softly with violet light, its secrets still locked away.
To be continued in Episode 3…
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