Princes of the Apocalypse: Session 4 Part I. April 04, The wind was high this night, more so than usual, and Savra drew the shutters on her small cell, bound them tightly with the cord and bade goodnight to Hina, the half-elf who told her jokes and shared her fondness for Pasha in the stables. Detachment had come easily enough to her.
Our party are:. Most of our sessions are marked by large expanses of deliberation, consideration and planning. Our first piece of business was to welcome Amy to the table playing Amber Frostbeard, a doughty Shield Dwarf with hair touched by magic, usually the colour of seafoam it changes with her mood, becoming grey and stormy when she angers. Luckily I gave Amber, her character, the hook relating to Savra Belabranta, which gave her an excuse to be a guest at Feathergale, and have Savra who quite likes her volunteer her to be entrusted with the same level of access that the party have.
She joined the party at dinner with Thurl Merosska who congratulated them again on clearing the Sacred Stone Monastery and offered them a place amongst the Feathergale Society. The party, reasoning that aligning themselves with one of the elemental cults might help them learn more about them, agreed. Savra at this point mentioned including Amber and Merosska, indulging her, gave her leave to accompany them.
At dawn they were born to the east of Feathgale by Hippogriff riders to Knifepoint Gully. There amongst the rocks they were guided into a passageway by Merosska, a passage that delved deep beneath the ground and emerged in a cavern studded with crystals like stars that sit, silent and twinkling, over the remains of a great Dwarven city.
Within they witnessed a group of Wind Acolytes in grey-feathered robes surrounding a pit in the ground from which an elemental wind blew. The acolytes hovered in the air, held there by their magic. Up the stairs the party entered a room lined with curtains beyond which they saw prone forms of cultists in some kind of stupor, a pall of incense wafting over them.
