Game Session: 7/1/2012
The New Forest, Hampshire, England.
Cold, Light Winds, Sporadic Sun
In the snow, Claude’s crimson life slowly pulsed away. Elora and Beldet stood nearby, perfectly rendered as wooden statues. Unmoving, unknowing and as far away from anything, yet standing right there in mid motion.
Kyrs cautiously walked over to the body of Claude, his knife still fisted ready for the unknown. The last user of magic he had slain had cast a Death Curse upon him, and Kyrs was not about to suffer any other unpleasant surprises. Satisfied that he was dead, Kyrs began to rummage through the man’s satchel, and pouch. As he did, Geddren and Sasha searched the cart for anything useful.
Within the worn leather satchel, Kyrs found nine gold coins, sixty copper and various herbs that he recognized as being suitable to make a type of sleeping poison. Also in the pouch, was a rolled up piece of thick parchment. He unrolled it to reveal a map that showed the way to a place called the Blood Marsh, where there was a ruined keep.
Geddren found in the cart several animal pelts as well as some dried meat and other provisions. In the carpenters toolbox she found a variety of chisels and some small hammers used for carving. The only other items in the cart were the sculptures of the woodland animals and the faeries.
Checking the pouch, Kyrs found cinnamon, a vile of a thick amber colored liquid and five chunks of sweetbread, slightly hardened but still good. Kyrs took everything and then began to pat down the body. He found a pair of ivory dice, but instead of dots there were skulls to indicate the number. Kyrs smiled at the find as he pocketed them.
Geddren and Aiden took the furs and food from the cart. Keldon approached Kyrs as he stood up from where the body laid and asked him if he had found anything of use. Kyrs should him the thick amber liquid. Keldon opened the vial and took a whiff, then placed his finger on it and tasted it. “Honey,” he proclaimed, “very fine honey, indeed.” Kyrs then showed Keldon the unusual die he had found as well. Keldon inspected them, then held them in his enclosed hands. He handed them back to Kyrs and said, “You may try using these next time you gamble in a game of chance, I believe you will find that you have favorable results.”
Kyrs’ eyes widened. Keldon then added, “Or, they could be cursed.”
The party gathered together about the statues of Elora and Beldet and discussed what they were going to do. They decided that they were going to try and use the wand to turn the statues back to life. Kyrs took a faerie and set it off in the woods away from everything else. He then pulled out the wand and pointed it at the sculpture and said, “Unpetrificus!”
The wind stirred lightly, pulling snowflakes along with it, but nothing else happened.
“Unpetrificus!” Kyrs shouted again, but this time with conviction.
None of the words seemed to do anything at all but make Kyrs look like a fool pointing a stick. Regardless, he tried again, “Petrificus!” Kyrs then saw a strange cone of distortion emit from the wand towards the faerie, like vapor fumes. He felt a strange sensation and his arm felt tingly and numb. The faerie statue still stood as petrified wood, again – nothing happened.
Frustrated, Geddren shouted out for the faeries to show themselves and that they had done what was asked…