Recent Sessions
Wodag, 3rd of the Fox, 3207 ME
Sabetha quickly approached the tower and entered without invitation, greeting the party with a silent, expectant look. Whisper produced Madame Elethi’s ledger, and passed it over. Taking it, Sabetha commented in her odd telepathic voice that she almost couldn’t believe it: the party has against all probability slain Madame Elethi, an ancient and powerful vampire that has held the political world of Uman under her thumb for centuries, and here in her hands she holds the proof.
Wodag, 3rd of the Fox, 3207 ME
Having escaped the grounds of Madame Elethi’s Finishing School For Girls unseen, the party decided to hastily leave the area. As they made their way through the 4th Tier, eastwards towards the Grand Stair, they saw a pair of guards racing from the main gate of the school ahead of them to alert the city Watch – apparently evidence of their encounter with the erstwhile Madame Elethi had been discovered.
Mimdag, 2nd of the Fox, 3207 ME
Now then,” said Madame Elethi, “Mr. Keen, perhaps we can speak without reservations, as friends do. Let us discuss the possibility of working together, to our mutual benefit, yes?”
“Keen?” said Sirlius, in a worried tone.
Mimdag, 2nd of the Fox, 3207 ME
Yuna landed hard on the surface of the water, Whisper’s Water Walking spell saving her from submerging. It did nothing to protect her from the swarm of undead rats that rose up out of the murky waterway and began attacking.
Mimdag, 2nd of the Fox, 3207 ME
As the party made ready to leave the manor and pursue their task of retrieving Madame Elethi’s ledger, the were greeted with the grisly sight of the corpse of the Brother Initiate of the Martial Order of Bahamut, which they had pushed outside the door and left overnight.
Recent Lore
The circular lift ends its descent at a small landing before an archway of stone leading to a low-ceilinged room about 60 feet across: Madame Elethi’s Vault. Bolted to the stone of the archway is a plaque, with a curious inscription and an oddly-shaped lightning bolt inscribed with small circles.
The Feywild is ruled, to the extent a plane of existence composed of semi-material, nondeterministic manifestations of story can be ruled at all, by two opposing royal courts: Summer, and Winter.
As Thorus tells it, the Dead Wastes were once not as they are now, harsh and barren and dry, but a great inland sea. At the centre of the sea was an island, and upon it, glittering like a jewael, was the Elven city of Usaloth.
Page 26 94 M07L HEVMBEJLA 35 21 78 89 87 94 S01B TERINEVF 55 13 18 84 75 93 W13B NENEN 78 69 50 56 59 93 M12R URYREVR 48 35 61 27 40 92 T09O MLYCUVAR 68 35 97 40 23 92 S31F DHVYRGU 44 95 53 28 30 91 S41L SHYBZNE 87 43 21 18 99 91 F35L ZHAVE 25 14 11 58 65 91 W18O XVEHMNEN 64 33 25 33 60 90 M22F CHLVZVEN 14 35 95 34 72 90 M22F OEVGV 90 92 89 64 43 89 S01F FNORGUN 90 31 65 26 80 88 W13E XRGBZNE 14 98 87 68 65 88 F35R EBURTHE 60 75 97 50 12 87 T09S TLANENY 79 22 47 66 39 Page 247 3.
Drow history and lore are comingled and difficult to tease apart, and reliable accounts are hard to come by. Nevertheless due in part to the long life of elvenkind, knowledge of events of millenia past can be unearthed.