The Wandering Isles - Session 40
The group returned to the Arcanum, their journey behind them but their minds already fixed on what lay ahead. Though victory had been earned, the weight of their experiences clung to them, shaping the decisions to come.
Hatsu took the time to recount their trials, sending word through the Telestone to his father, ensuring aid would reach those who needed it most. Meanwhile, Amaedrianna turned her attention to an unsettling discovery—strange, iridescent plants growing over Weslyn Theiwyse’s grave, their unnatural beauty hinting at mysteries yet to be unraveled.
Slate, ever thoughtful, attempted to document the strange creature they had encountered in Hartwell, determined to uncover more about its nature. But when he awoke the next morning, his hands clutched something unexpected—the book. Sinister, ever-present, it had found its way back to him, whispering of things unseen.
Eos, after a long and grueling journey, allowed herself a rare moment of rest. She embraced warmth and solitude, finding peace in the quiet. But as she descended the stairs the following morning, she was met with something new—a stranger in their midst.
Eldrin Drosk.
With little time for introductions, the group assembled before Remington Maleficum, where an offer was made—one that could change everything. A Bastion. A place to call their own, to strengthen their position in the world. As they considered its location, Hatsu extended an invitation to Saigo no Toshi, his homeland, where the cycle of the new year would soon begin.
Later, Eos sought out Remington in private, revealing what she had learned of herself. She was an Umbraven. He listened, then reminded her to look beyond what she was—to focus on who she was. And then, a revelation—he had met others like her before. A truth that sent her on a new path, one that led her to Delphini Urging, where she sought answers about the dreams that had haunted her. Through scrying, she saw him—the man from her visions—boarding a ship, the sands stretching endlessly around him, a fortress rising in the distance.
Meanwhile, Amaedrianna tested Eldrin, pushing him to his limits in a sparring match. She moved with relentless speed, forcing him to match her step for step. He fought back with precision, standing his ground until the moment was right to surrender—not out of defeat, but out of understanding. In that moment, she welcomed him into the fold.
That night, they regrouped with Dash and Lysa in their newly furnished room, a space filled with whispers of possibility, illusion, and hidden truths. There, the conversation turned to the Bastion. Where would they place their foothold? The cold wastes of Vulcanus? The cliffs of Urbes? The scorching sands of Palperroth or Rirtez? A fortress on an island, or something carved into the very mountains themselves?
One thing was certain—this was not the end.
This was the beginning of something far greater.
