Author: <span class="vcard">Pól</span>

Out of the Hasver and into the Fire

Amidst the Fire The complex that houses the multi-state creatures self-identifying as Erulians (and other-identifying as freakish monster brains with a spine tail secretly made of fire?) is built like a snowflake or similar recursive fractal structure. The central room is host to a terrible fungus that has fed on the energies of the machines…


Into the Pit

Road from Barrow-Town met a Necromancer named Avinda; skimpy clothes, toxodon mount – you know the type told them she’d been looking for a way into the land of the dead – some unfinished business with her lover (who lurked in her shadow according to Takir). after a friend chat, she offered them a code…


Thin Ends and Floating

The thin finger of the Tine led them up below a place west of Uxphon called Scorpion’s Rest. Somewhere up north, the Baron who in some way started this whole mess had been marshaling troops for the Amber Pope’s war on Gaian heresy and aggression. With the boat engine all silent and the bow bumpers…


Questioning the Dawn

The time just before night begins to turn into morning. The old boat chuffs its way up the broad steady mass of the Tithe, slowly but surely. An exhausted Frund has retired below, leaving one of his passengers to watch the helm– Takir. He sits pensively, contemplating the yellow-orange world revealed by the boat’s sodium…


Up. River.

Motoring through the morning mist with Frund, the chutter and thunk of his boat is a comfort, but a prickly reminder of the thrumming down in the dark and crushing sea, in that … Lair. The mist peeled back eventually, and the warm blue sky peered down at them, as though it were the most…


Into the Light

The return to the surface was a hazy struggle of darkness and water that seemed upset with them and not quite the sort of water they were used to. At the end, the whale was nearby with its castle, and the red men with their blocky bodies and stubby hands were pulling them onto one…


End of the Maelstrom

Quick Summary Back in the Nem O Knee room, an electric-eel breeding telepathic sea hag that called itself a Progenitor met them; her sweet song tried to lull the senses into love and surrender; Roz defeated her with a dessicating grenade, but not before the Progenitor suggested that the Moyag came to deliver a final and…


Into the Belly of Pain

They forewent the room full of plasticine-encased hearts. They went around the back entrance. They found a sort of junk room, piles of broken coral, pieces of synth, unidentifiable coils of…stuff. The floor was some kind of compressed stone material. Shifting through the spectra, Roz and Shambo were able to see that radiation was running…


Into the Deep

They conferred with Shon’Ai about the trip down into the Deeps. Shambo concluded that he would be of little use in the foray into the dark, but that if he stayed on the ship perhaps he could pursue what Shon’Ai mentioned about using the Redmen as a psychic lens to resolve the group’s communication problems…


Skating to the Light

The Jaekels and the Skates approached across the sea, a strangely sweet turn emanating from the backpack of their leader, tangling across the waves. Battle was joined when Hasver raised his staff and it burned with the radiance emitted by ancient stars as they give up the long toil of nuclear fusion and fall in…