Players: Chris C, Chris H, Alison, Jeremy, Don T, Grant
The Urchins examine the head they’ve discovered. The words “Only the brave may seek the oracle, and only the worthy shall find” are inscribed in silvery runes in a circle around the tube where the head floats. Ultimately, Kun Aguero tosses Fuzzy into the tube, and he retrieves the head. It doesn’t float while outside the tube, and has a faint magical aura, but is otherwise inert.
The party begins exploring the caverns. They first find a room with smashed and shattered mechanical junk all over the floor, but more interestingly, a chained-up genasi mage named Graylon who joins up with them. He knows a bit more about the temple and the hill giants living here, and tells the Urchins that there had been some agents of Philhomel here but they’ve left.
As they continue to explore, the Urchins find various body parts that seem to match the head: two arms, two legs, and two tentacles. They fight more hill giants for the two legs, which are found in a pile of refuse. Another room features an adamantine box and an orrery consisting of a jeweled globe of New Arcentis and the inscription “Time crumbles all to dust” around which a small sun moves. Rotating the sun from east to west causes the adamantine box to crumble to dust, revealing a tentacle. The globe also disintegrates, leaving behind a few jewels. Corlynn takes samples of the dust of both the box and globe.
One arm is guarded by natural golems of wood, which are swiftly dispatched by mages’ fire. The other is found at the center of a mass of writing, lashing plants that springs up from nowhere in a large chamber. Finally, the second tentacle is found in a room with a mirror and an empty chest. The tentacle can be seen reflected in the mirror inside the chest, and when the Urchins flip the mirror on its side, the tentacle falls out.
With all these pieces in hand the Urchins head to the final room of the cavernous temple, through two huge double doors. There they find a viney throne upon which they reconstruct the creature whose parts they’ve been carrying around. It speaks an oracular vision:
I see bodies in hot city streets, sick with fear and cold,
long hair falling white from a head bowed over a black cauldron,
an ancient body animated only by an ancient grudge,
kept warm in the endless winter by dreams of a bloody star.
I see a room painted with an angel’s blood to pay for a sweet deception,
death unmasking a devil’s face in a room of magic,
while the blind truth disappears down echoing halls of slime
and deals with shadows on moonlit shores.
I see shadows forming ranks with spear and shield,
gathering like stormclouds to crash thunder and rain blood on every land,
gifting red gold in a godwar against the sun and wind,
fearful of those that burn off and blow away the mists of secrecy.
XP: 2000 xp per player
Treasure found: gems worth 600 gp