Exodus

Session 42: They All Jumped out of a Rotten Potato

Arandyr -- "The invention of Popcorn..."

CARDS
Semek’s Wife
Nihil Sept
Human Relations #3: Accepting individual differences and capabilities
Orbghuz Forktongue

We’re hanging out in camp…we’ve moved past shoulder into high summer…
Ado lays Guards and Wards over the camp, requiring everyone to scrub before entering…
[Next time plague card flips, it is blocked once]
Khadagan harvests some more iron wood to armor up the troops…
Ithunn talks to the Pasht and starts an academy for spies and monks…
Khut spends the entire time hanging out in the tree watching..
The Academy now has three branches…
The Amazons are training the elite infantry and officers…
The Pasht are training the spies…
The Old Mothers are training the mage corps…
Barruk starts re-training the infantry in formation tactics…
Arandyr takes Semek’s Wife and the Nohai out into the woods to teach them to sneak…
Vadim gets the weavers involved building super death-nets for the fishermen…
Sorqutani sends the amalgam out to go forage for themselves…
Squee busts out her pipes and summons a swarm of delicious lickens…

Meanwhile…Potatoes…
We have a countil of war…the debate centers around what backup we should take through…
It gets heated when Ado suggests taking the Spire and leaving it there…
and when Khadagan suggests going through and praying…just because…
Khut suggests that we just take a few amalgam, because they’re expendable…
We head to a bare patch of the forest…a circle of yellow and purple mushrooms…
Khadagan reaches for a shroom…there is a deep pull as we flow through the roots…

We come out at the edge of an amphitheter…we are surrounded by claws and antennae…
We explode out of a mountain of canvas-covered crates, marked with the sigils of all races…
SUPPLIES!”
The amphitheater is clearly elven…everything around is a wasteland…
Sorqutani’s mind fractures like a mirror as the bugs are separated from the hive…
But, by sheer force of will, she keeps them under control…
Hands outstretched, eyes rolled back in her head, cinnamon smell everywhere…
She gives them one order: DESTROY!
AND the ground disintegrates as massive burning worms break the surface…
The screaming starts as our bugs face outward and rush…
The ground glows white-hot as several desert worms break the surface…
Meanwhile, we’re in the middle of a HUGE Nihil Sept camp…
With some Void Sept emissary’s tents off to one end…
Some kind of meeting is going on in the amphitheater…
behind a life-energy sucking Fade Shield…
Khut pivots sees a rank of Old Empire knights surrounding the shield…
And fires an arrow through the fade into one of their stomachs…

AND its on…
Barruk hastes Sorqutani…Vadim hastes Ithunn…
Khadagan grabs one of the forty-foot-long, white-hot melter worms by the tail…
Swings it around and hammer-throws it right at the Fade Shield…
The energy is sucked strait out of it…and there are incinerations galore…
Sorq shoves her hands under a plate of the worm crossing the shield…
And causes it to spawn a plague of smaller biting, stinging insects of death…
Inside the shield…where they start chowing down on the meeting…
Arandyr misty-steps above the second desert-worm and starts with the stabbings…
Squee casts Otto’s Irresistable Dance on it…and it starts walking like an Egyptian…
Ado drops a Death Ward on Ithunn…she starts glowing…
And Ithunn becomes Tranquil…and walks right through the shield into the council…
TIME STOPS
Six figures stand there, protected in the Cusp…
Ithunn – “I can’t believe you didn’t invite me!”
Void – “We considered it. So come.”
Nihil – “Despite Void interceding for you, we are not convinced that you are the lost seventh”
Void – “Because of our long and bloody relationship, I saw fit to speak against your destruction in the council.”
This from an elderly steppefolk with eyes and mouth sewn shut…
He introduces the council:
High Priest of the Void
Seneschal of Oblivion
Prator Destruction of Nihil
Eschaton of the End
That Which the Yaghuth Do Not Remember (Unknown of Lief)
and a sixth which he fails to introduce…

We join the council…
Void – “There have always been six septs.”
Nihil – “There is no seventh. There is nothing. We will show you nothing.”
Void argues that they’ve gained wisdom from the gods.
End (a thabaanite) argues that the gods are just spirits and the sleepers will destroy everything.
Void goes on a zealous rant about the Golden Nail.
Oblivion argues that they just kill all the non-believers and thus live in peace.
Void and Oblivion share a vision, but parted ways.
Nihil and End agree on some things.
Leif (the cheese) stands alone.
After lots of arguing, Khadagan starts praying…

“To the one around which all things revolve,
To he who holds the night sky to the arc of heaven,
To Him who gathers all instances of himself,
reaching out from the fade, across the river of time.
You, whom the seven profess to serve,
Bring forth your holy light and cleansing flame from the fade,
Walk among this council
and judge as you will.
Weigh the hearts and judge the intent of this assembly.
Correct the paths of the lost,
purge the iniquity of the unrighteous.
Give strength to those who seek to serve as your mighty right arm
and break the backs of those who would stand against you.
Open the eyes of the blind,
speak to ears of the deaf,
and displace the stubborn.
Altan Yadasun, mighty golden nail, I call to thee now.”

The Void Sept immediately throws down their full power behind Khadagan.
Nihil Sept is enraged, but also afraid…
Not of us in battle…
but that we are a tree, growing, beyond their power to destroy…
Oblivion decide that they are turning north, to put an end to us…
Leif, the forgotten, are clearly messing with us, creating mental linkage…
Leif is quietly satisfied…things going according to plan…
but deeply concerned about Vadim and determined to destroy him specifically…
but they are deeply satisfied about Khadagan and willing to back him…
End is waiting, cautious, holding…
And Ithunn discovers the presence of the sixth sept…nameless, silent, whatever…

Ithunn turns and looks at the council…
The Fade Shield explodes…and the council is gone…
And there is the rich sound of cooking food…
Roasted apples, burning mean, cinnamon…so much cinnamon…

And Ithunn needs something to kill…
Ellen-Dear stands on top of the supply dump and spills poisonous gas down into the food…
The shield-thrown worm charges Khadagan and chomps him…
Then it gets an arrow in the eye from Khut…
And Barruk’s flashing flaming radiant hammer to its gut…
Knocking Khadagan free of the thing’s mouth…
Where he proceeds to tear it into very small, tasty chunks…
Khut points out that the camp still has 65,000 Nihil Sept troops…
He points towards the Void Sept tents and leads by example…he starts running…
Vadim heals Khadagan and runs!
Arandyr proceeds with the stabbings against the other worm…
Sorqutani calls in the pixies and starts plowing a path towards the Void camp…
For a moment, she falls to one knee, coughing soot…
Black pouring from her mouth…her lips and teeth are black…
And she becomes subsumed in her little, local hive mind…DESTROY!
The centaurs charge her, but their armor is devoured as they come…
Ado desperately tries to save her mind…and fails…
Ellen-Dear calls out to the fire mother to accept her child…
The Atheist begins to pray…and Banishes Sorqutani…
He sees a fence leading down to a vinyard, a long slope down to a river…
Standing on the fence, resting, is a finely dressed woman…
With scarred, burned arms, and work-hardened hands…
The orchard around him is filled with rich, blood-coloured apples…
“Who are you? I thought that since the veils were torn
the forgotten were lose on the world. Do you come from
beyond the veils? Come, I had not expected company here at the end of things. Come look, some stars fall, other stars rise.”
A star rises from the ground, burning away the darkness of night.
“Who is this rising star?”
“Hope. If you can believe it.”
“Hope is all I have.”
“You won’t understand any of this, but I’m pleased to meet you. My name is Ramiem Meltiedes. I have no idea where you got this memory.”
“How did you come to be here?”
“Some decent human had to be Hope’s mother.”
AND the centaurs all turn Pink…agressively Pink…thank you Squee…
AND Ithunn, raging like a Yaghuth, charges through them like a blender…

Then the last worm descends on Sorqutani…catching her up in its maw…
Sorq begins to glow, as if she were merely an envelope for the flame inside…
Khut flows into the Nihil Sept troops like a wave, bone knife in hand…
Water pours from the hole newly drilled in his forehead…and they die and die…
And Vadim comes behind with his pack of cackles…
And a Negasonic Squeenage Warhead…as she looks out and starts crushing heads…
Ellen-Dear, running the back, drops a Cloudkill behind him…
Barruk launches the worm into the air…
Khadagan dives into the worm’s mouth…
kisses Sorqutani…“Hail to the Nail!”…and flips out and down…
Ado fires an arrow into the worm…
It’s plates fly outward in a volley of burning-hot scales in the Nihil…
AND Sorqutani EXPLODES!
As the mortal form of what was Sorqutani is torn to pieces in a hurricane of flame…
It draws the heat from the worm, from the pixies, from every living thing…
And the sky is lit phosphorous white, bright as day…
Barruk is leading the charge, ahead, a rolling wave of black flame comes towards us…
Steppefolk march on the edges, driving back the dark with gold-flamed torches…
Fireeyes encourages Barruk to smash the Void sept…
“Yeah, duly noted, next time.” Barruk turns to meet the foes behind him…
And drops the hammer, flattening a section of the horde…

In our wake there is fire! The Nihil Sept camp is in flames.
A crater runs the length of the camp.
The Golden Nailer lines are shielded by a wall of water, parting the flames…
All is quiet on the western front.

We are among the Void Sept…obviously, they talk to Khadagan…
He encourages them to pull back for now…rather than pressing on to destroy the Nihil…
“To hear is to obey. You must understand this is complex for us. We will follow your commands. You are closer to our lord than we have managed.”
The High Priest of the Void Sept comes to us in physical form…
They agree to accompanying us over the river and cover our backs.
There is some discussion of religion and conversion…and how its pointless…
They give us a Potion of Speed and Potion of Flying…



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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