The Wandering Isles - Session 54
The group finds themselves standing on the edge of something bigger than they anticipated—watching from a distance as a fortress looms ahead. They weigh their options. Some want to walk straight in. Others suggest caution. This is not a place for mistakes, especially not for those touched by magic.
Questions surface. Why here? Why now? The answers are sparse, but Eos offers one of her own—someone important to her is inside. As she speaks, she masks herself with magic, transforming her face and voice into something unrecognizable to all but those who know her best.
A familiar shape appears across the way, and for a breath, hope flickers. But it’s only an illusion. Not real. Not yet.
Amaedrianna sends her companion, Albi, to search from above. The bird brings back no leads—but something else instead. A stone. Flawless. Unnatural. Unexplained.
As they wait, a caravan rolls past, kicking up grit and tension. Eos and Hatsu give chase. The rest approach slowly, deliberately.
Hatsu bluffs his way past the front line, requesting an audience. They make him wait. Half an hour ticks by. In the silence, he and Slate speak. Quiet truths are shared—about obsession, belief, loyalty.
Eos explains who she’s waiting for. Not the father who gave her life, but the one who gave her something far more lasting. When he finally appears, recognition doesn’t come right away. But the words she chooses bring him back.
A plan forms. There’s a window—just five minutes, just after nightfall—to board a nearby ship unnoticed.
As they prepare, something is missing.
Slate’s book is gone. The one tied to questions no one knows how to ask. He tears through his belongings in a frenzy. Empty hands. No answers.
While the rest wait for the sun to slip from the sky, moments unfold in quiet. A conversation here. A swim there. Some train. Some rest. The air hangs with the weight of what’s next.
Night falls. The group splits. Eos, Dash, Hatsu, and Albi slip into the sea. Others remain behind.
Underwater, a spell grants Eos the breath she needs. Hatsu, unable to keep pace, reaches out with his thoughts. Their minds connect. In the stillness of the deep, they share a breath—and something more.
From the edge, Dash watches. Then crashes straight into the ship.
He climbs. Sneaks in. Hears voices.
One belongs to a man known for his iron will—and his hatred of magic. The other, to someone from Eos’ past.
They speak of things the group doesn’t yet understand. Things they were never meant to hear.
And just before the curtain falls, one of them turns… sensing something.
Or someone.
