Woodsday, 11 Harmony, 13:1066 – Sunday, 15 Harmony, 13:1066
Having defeated the foul black dragon Golthrash, the party made quick work of exploring her dank den. A side tunnel led to several piles of tarnished coins, a small collection of potions, and a magical belt. Once convinced the chamber had been thoroughly turned over, the party descended into the whirlpool in the center.
The pool funneled into yet another dank chamber, this one full of ruined furniture, treasure amidst rubble, and a very, very irate transmuter. Golthrash, it turns out, had tasked her Vipers to find her a “noble, princess, merchant, somebody who looks important and ambitious, but also doesn’t look special. Well, I mean, they have to look special, but not too special. You know, someone who has something to gain by backing our glorious revolution, but not someone who could, you know, make waves in our upcoming path to righteousness,” and in trying to follow her orders, they carted off Mavery, Arden’s betrothed. Golthrash’s plan was to groom the mage to be her cat’s-paw, but alas, those plans were cut short.
Mavery, of course, blamed the party for lulling the caravan into a false sense of security, which, in turn, let her feel comfortable enough to let her wards down. Yes, her not applying her wards was their fault. No, she’s probably not done being mad about it.
Once in Horizon, the party made a pit stop at A.R.C.A.N.E. where Arden planned to see if an old contact of his, Lenny the Nose, an errant oneiromancer, might have any information on what to do about Eudora’s insanity. He seemed remarkably familiar with her, and despite her hazy, scattered demeanor, she seemed to recognize him. Lenny suggested that the party might want to see if the naga who had hypnotized her could undo it, and upon finding out he had been slain, suggested that they reanimate the naga’s skull. Once it was apparent that the party wasn’t impressed with that idea, he suggested that they might be able to “pull her back” from her current state by entering her mind through her dreams and reassembling her fragmented psyche. This would, of course, require expensive magical treatments, long term care and a discreet mage who wouldn’t turn Eudora in for turning to banned magics in pursuit of Siryl Rex’s tomb. He was, naturally, the most discreet mage they could probably find.
Talitha, could, of course, point out that the magical treatments involved weren’t expensive at all, and that walking into dreams came naturally to her, given her night elf nature. The fact that she was probably more discreet and probably way less creepy than Lenny hung heavy in the air, like the scent of the dried sedge Lenny was burning in his office, no doubt to cover up his own bullshit. When the party performed a short, impromptu ritual to grant Eudora a small amount of lucidity, she was surprised to see Lenny, and remarked that she’d probably rather face expulsion by her academic supervisors than let him fix her.
And with that, the party made plans to split up, go about their own devices, research their findings at the tomb, and eventually reconvene at the House of the Silver Key, a magical inn that allowed its guests to experience a sumptuous shared dreamspace, with the plan that Talitha would be able to use the inn’s unique amenities to allow the entire party to enter Eudora’s dreaming mind.