Exodus

Session 37: Negasonic Squeenage Warhead

Khut’s feeling…
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CARDS
Warblers
Plague — Naquim Blackhand
Human Relations: Grandmother’s Green Bowl – Honesty & Following Rules at Home
CHAOS! — shuffle the whole damned thing

The camp by the HMB breeding grounds are a buzz of activity…
Soldiers, wearied from long campaigning, are finally pulling off the bandages…
Tensions in the camp mount thanks to the addition of the Empty Circle/Hell Horns…
Made worse by the death (presumed murder) of a Golden Nail convert…

We, meanwhile, are still in the Fade…
Khut field-dresses the old-empire brain eaters, makes Vadim a nice mindflayer hat…
The elves loot the bodies:
Scroll of Guidance
Scroll of Identify
Scroll of Eldritch Blast
3 Potions of Healing
We settle in and get some rest…

We’re on a precipice…looking down we see Darkness flowing, pooling, gathering…
Hear a sussurus…a whispering…
Breaks Like Wind points out that there is a storm centered on our Caravan…
Deep Fade energies flowing out of the Deep Fade towards our camp…
Iron-Dear starts tracking the flow…
Around our camp there is a glade of sunlight…golden radiance…
The Darkness cannot get in…
In the center is a candle glowing a deep deep red…
A colour which should be impossible in the Fade…
29 Red Candles circle the camp…
A knot of pure-blackness towards the edge of camp…
We approach the darkness…
It’s big…like House-sized big…
Not really pure dark, but very much like entering the Deep Fade…
Ellen-Dear casts some light…except its not light…just less blackness…
Vadim smells the deep rot of the Fade Cancer Spores…
Shadows gather, coalesce into a corpse-like shape, then recede and vanish…
Breaks says that its Fade energies seeping into the real world…
Like when he animates some corpses…
Breaks casts us back into Reality…
by urinating on the ground around us, his pee falling like quicksilver…
We step out of the darkness, our pupils rapidly undialating…

We come out in a large tent, with a large shrine at the far end…
The shrine is wood, split like lightning, with a giant yellow spike driven through it…
The room is filled with the moans of the dying…and the stench of cancer…
Corpses are stacked against the walls…swathed in death robes…
Empty Circle priests, save that their mouths and eye stitching have been slit…
They are leaning over a body, which is not-yet-dead…
Breaks reaches out to tear out the nail…
Then changes his mind and challenges the head priest…

There is a moan from the corpses stacked against the wall and a puff of black spores…
The head priest raises his hand, holding a glowing red-hot nail towards the corpses…
Ithunn and Iron-Dear leap in and start punching zombies…
Squee then spins and turns the zombies bright pink…
And for some reason there are a whole lot of Ellen-Dears…
Vadim points out that the dark fade energies have been pushed back from the altar…
A seed of flame is burning inside the one on the altar…
Apparently trying to cure diseases…“Black Maw” is going around…
There is a low moaning howl and a zombie blows spores in Ithunn & Arandyr’s faces…
Followed by lots of punchings…
And more spores, tagging Khut, Ado, and Vadim…
Then Sorq unleashes the Pixies!
Ithunn steps up and starts punching some more…
Squee claps at the pink zombies flying across the room…
Then she starts glowing pink herself…in a bubble of anti-wiggins…
Khut is scared, but can still shoot and kill pink things as well…
Ellen-Dear throws down a Thunderwave and flattens several as well…
Iron-Deer also makes with the stabbings and chops up a pair of them…
Sorqutani lights two of them up…
The Pixies keep tearing them apart…
“Oh mistress of toes. I fear to report that some of the toes were destroyed
in our zeal to bring them to justice!”
Ado chucks a giant handful of glittering feathers into the air…
And everyone in the room feels better…seriously…and not so scared any more…
They attack…ineffectively…
Ithunn punches them back…crushing a pair of heads…
Then Squee leaps into the air, does a super-hero landing…
AND goes off like a Negasonic Squeenage Warhead…
AND they are all dead…soooooooo dead…

We have a chat with the Golden Nail priests…they’re curing as many as they can…
But they’re tapped out…they can only help so many…
Apparently the diseased are all veterans of the battle in the cursed city…
We decide to dispose of the corpses…in our way(s)…
Khut has a snack…Sorq burns a few…the priests get reeeeally uncomfortable…
“Welcome to religious freedom!”
Breaks Like Wind says “Hey, if you’ve got a Golden Nail, lets talk to him!”
He walks up to their altar, gets his shaman on, and Contacts Other Plane…
The night sky twists…warps…rotates around a point…
The heavens wheel around the nail, a single star…
Breaks offers to let them ask the first question…
But senses that he is not in contact with the golden nail…
A creature lands in front of him…
Swirling bronze wings, brass feathers, and the head of a warbeast…
The roar of a furnace comes from its mouth…
Which he lets everyone see…
Apparently his name is Soon-Day (Sunde, Sunday?)
“Oh great spirit of the nail! Does this plague come from the spire?”
“NO!” (and the world shakes)…
“Is there one within this camp who wishes for or helped cause the plague?”
‘You have long had a traitor in your midst…’
“Is the plague the doing of the Empty Circle?”
“Noo…ooooo…ooooo. . .”
They ask: “Have we read the auguries aright?”
“The answer to their question is Yes”
“Does you lord wish the death of the unfaithful?”
“All. All are welcome…”
We ask about the auguries…
Apparently they are all in for starting festivals, building temples, etc.
Ado hands the high priest a jar of crushed opal in alcohol (nail polish)…

We head out into the rest of the camp to see what we can do about the plague…
Vadim and Khut have a long chat about whether we should be running or fighting…
Decide that either way we should cross the river to the west first…
Khut checks on the disposition of troops…
Which are NOT good…we need to delay the fight as much as possible…
Vadim takes Swampy out for a swim in the river…
It is much to wide even for Morva to span it…
Easily a half-mile wide…and very deep (but not Morva deep)…
Not fordable by any but Morva…
The terrain is populated by wolf-headed things…
There is a strong falloff of the Fade influence past the river…
He also spooks some black-sailed, outrigger-canoes…
Smugglers caves and pirate coves up and down the river…
We start to organize the tribe to cross the river…
Put it between us and the Nihil Sept…
And if they chase us we’ll turn and push them into the river…
Breaks and Sorq sick the Old Mothers of the Mage Corps on diviner duty…
Diviner-corps says that the disease is our fault…
We unleashed Fade Cancer Spores in the fight against the Old Empire…
And they mutated and spread to affect the living…among our folks…
Sorq stands up a magical quarantine to try to keep it from spreading…
Ithunn, Squee, and Arandyr start trying to track infection rates…
Turns out they are much lower among the Void Sept folk…
The Golden Nail worshippers who caught it early were cured…
But there are only five priests of the Golden Nail…
The source were a troup of front-line soldiers…
They were pinned down by the Old Imperials…severe PTSD
Some were so badly hurt, near death, but were never the same…
Ado teams up with the Yaghuth priests to Hallow a graveyard…
Keeping all the corpses from standing up and turning to undead…
The Golden Nail burning of bodies has kept the spread at bay…
Whereas the Nohai eating the bodies are breaking out like crazy…
Ado, Sorq, and Breaks walk around the Nohai and hand out torches…
Licking plagued bodies with “Tongues of Fire” in place of eating…
Ellen-Dear starts chatting with the Void Sept…
Asking if they have experience with disease of these sort…
The answer is ‘No’…they’re turning to the Golden Nail priests a lot…
And getting cured…which is strengthening their faith quite a bit…
He asks about the Nihil Sept…
Suicide warriors with mastery of destructive rituals and magic…
Poisons…diseases…explosions…

We break camp and head for the river…
Nohai and Warbler scouts fan out through the Blight Forest…
Nihil Sept suicide bombers dogging close on our heels…
Khut stakes out some high ground and rains death…
Ellen-Dear starts fabricating rafts…trees tearing themselves down and assembling…
Every raft gets jumped on by Mage Corps menders…
Then everything slows down…stops…
And the party gets jumped by Pasht ninjas…in the Cusp…

Everyone is stuck one-on-one against a Pasht assassin…
in their own little pockets of non-time…
Arandyr whips out her blade and guts one…then quickly tries to shove guts back in…
Ellen-Dear shunts one into the elevator…
Squee turns one into a bright-pink swirly-patterned slug…
Breaks Like Wind wiggled some fingers and turned it into a hedgehog…
Vadim reaches into the verge, hauls out to faerie dragons…
Dragons shove it into woohoo land…it eventually gets better…
Vadim turns into a bird and calls lightning until it almost stops…
Then drops from the air and clubs it like a baby seal…
Ado…like a really fast kiwi bird climbs all over the cat…
Caughing on it…shooting fire…trying to polymorph it…
Sorq paralyzed it…and lit it on fire…and waited…
Ithunn and her kitty leap into the air…trade kicks…
Ithunn lands on her feat…the kitty does not…
Khut plugs an arrow in his…then there is a flurry of missed blows…
It gets behind Khut, who shoves his greatsword through his own gut…
Stabbing the kitty behind him…
Ellen-Dear’s kitty comes out of the elevator and takes an arrow to the shoulder…
We have a little chat with them…about how they “underestimated us”…
Vadim hands one of them a potato with orders to deliver it to those that hired them…
They won’t tell us about their contract on us…
But tell us that they will not take contracts in the West…
They don’t take contracts from those without political power…
The binding clause of every contract is freedom for their homeland…
They agree to recognize the Altan Ordu as a nation…
And thus take contracts from us…
Like the one to plant a potato on her employer…
Heck, she’ll do that for free…
Their males do not fight…they chill out in the Cusp…
And are the ones who pull them and their targets in to fight…
We head off to chat with Sarafesh…the lead Pasht in our camp…
She seems to think its funny that Feshtik got her ass handed to her…
And that they should not have taken contracts with the Nihil Sept…
We now have 8 pro-bono contracts available in exchange for sparing their lives…

We pack up, round up, and start crossing the river…
Morva trails a steel cable, pulling the barges, rafts, and wagons…
Water spirits start swirling around Morva’s feet…
Ellen-Dear saw it coming…and is waiting at the edge…
And has a nice chat with the spirits…
“We’re just passing through, we won’t bother your environment”…
Iron-Deer moves out in the river and starts mand-hand petting the naiads…
Khut throws himself between a wagon and a fast-moving ice-berg…
Braces…and the berg brakes…splits…and goes right by…
Ado does a little chirping dance…
And drops Freedom of Movement on Morva…
Sorq, perched on Morva’s head starts selectively shelling icebergs…
Which it spooks Morva a bit…shaking Vadim off…
But Vadim turns it into a nice swan dive and turns into a fish…
Breaks, standing in good view, fakes taking an arrow…
A squirt of seal’s blood…and everyone is on combat alertness….

To be continued…



And the author said, “This is good, this thing I have done.” And he went for lunch and a drink. And it was good!

- From the ramblings of Khut

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