The Stand Session Report

General Summary

Icicles dangled like delicate glass chimes from every archway and eave. Colorful flags and sashes were strung between the ancient walls and wooden buildings.   Despite the steely sky and drifting snow, the occupants of the Stand seemed in good cheer. They clustered around bonfires and market stalls, decked in fine furs and richly dyed garments, all happily chattering away in their oddly avian-sounding language.   One of the Adamdar you met on the road nodded at the crowd. "You are lucky, travelers. Not many outsiders see our Spirit Festivals. Uneji is our spirit. He awakens by the first snow." He holds a hand out, allowing the snowflakes to gather, glittering, on his palm. "A rare treat for you." He smiles and abruptly takes his leave as many eyes linger in your direction.
  The Lost Sons met with Taras, the Adamdar leader of the Stand. He told them about the movements of the Icewalkers, fierce creatures that lived on the high peaks of the mountains. When they told him their destination he seemed troubled. The God's Eye would be nearly impassable and the Path of Heaven would be even more dangerous.   Realizing the difficult journey ahead, regardless of their path, the Lost Sons bartered and traded for gear. Aurelia saw to the creation of padded barding for the Bokwalkers while Sawbones and Wriothesley browsed for tools and other items. The others had gear made or repaired. They determined they would stay for three days to allow for their items be finished.   In the feast hall, they encountered someone unexpected; a first mate of the Sea People. Matewa was at this remote and unlikely location to recruit the Adamdar warriors for their contract. He was delighted to see the members of the Lost Sons. Recounting their shared history from centuries before, Matewa tried to convince them to join his people. The Sea People were recruiting as many people as possible to save the Fisher Kings. Matewa tempted them with their legacy and ancient promises but they told him it was not their place to determine which contract the Sons took.   While speaking with the Adamdar a wager came about. Wriothesley was presented with a cup crafted from black ice. Taras insisted that nothing could melt the ice. Spurred by competition, encouraged by the bets of Matewa and the surrounding Adamdar, Wriothesley took the cup and channeled his fire. Taras said if Wriothesley could melt the cup, he would have something special crafted for him.   At first, the frost of the cup overwhelmed Wriothesley's flames. He poured more and more of his power into the fire, but still frostbite seeped into his palm. The flames shifted from red to silver as waves of icy wind rippled from the cup. Finally, Wriothesley channeled the black fires of First Ember and the cup shattered, blasting everyone with ice. What was left was the essence of Cold Fire.   After the bets were paid, Wriothesley took the Cold Fire to an Iceshaper. What he learned there convinced him to try and reach the god's temple on the peak of the highest mountain. With Myr's help, Wriothesley flew as far as Ket could carry them. Their strength was sapped as they went higher in elevation, but the temple was in their sight.   Back at the Stand, Aurelia was approached by an enemy. A member of the Dream Singers told her that an army from Gehnnia was marching through a secret pass to Sitaar. While he would not renounce his chosen prince, he offered a sort of truce if Aurelia and the present Sons would aid him and his men in stopping the invading force.
Campaign
The Lost Sons
Protagonists
Aurelia Lucapena
Human
4-Level Cavalier
Vaakesh Ceil'kath
Report Date
28 Dec 2024

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