Session 4 Part 1 - Road to Ysora

“When I find them, they’re dead!” Coada growled, pacing angrily around the camp.

“There’s nothing to be done now,” Sumayya concluded, handing Coada her bag. “If we’re lucky, we can catch up to them, but it’s hardly worth the effort. We don’t know how far they’ve gone.”

“Agreed,” Sethie added. “They’re probably long gone.”

Coada sighed and shook her head, taking the bag from Sumayya. “Well, I guess we’ll be finishing this journey on foot.”

Sumayya nodded as Sethie passed by, reassuringly patting Coada’s shoulder. “Let’s go then,” Sethie hummed, beginning down the path.

Sumayya followed, and Coada joined them in stride.

The following days passed slowly, the dark sky and icy air cutting through them. As they reached the edge of the forest and stepped out into the farmlands, bitter winds swept through. Without the shelter of the forest, they were exposed to the full force of fall. Coada moved forward with urgency, asking passersby if they had seen the horse thieves, but to no avail. Sumayya and Sethie followed close behind. It became increasingly clear, unfortunately, that they wouldn’t catch the men.

Eventually, Coada relented, and the trio continued their journey at a more casual pace. As dusk approached, the group began searching for a place to camp. As they walked down the quiet road, Sumayya paused. Coada and Sethie slowed their pace and turned back to look at her. Sumayya nodded quietly toward the horizon where a small caravan had set up for the evening.

Coada sighed heavily. Sethie groaned. “Let’s go. We have to make camp anyway. Might as well get to know our neighbors.”

Sumayya nodded and followed Sethie toward the small caravan. Gentle music and laughter danced through the air as they approached. Around the fire, a small group of people were cheerfully partaking in an evening meal.

“Hello!” Sethie chirped.

The group quieted as they turned to greet the party. An older elven man, dressed in colorful robes, smiled. “Well, hello!”

A younger elven woman with long, wavy brown hair and olive skin sat beside him. Her long, colorful gown glittered in the firelight. She smiled softly and outstretched her hand. “Come, sit!”

Sethie smiled and nodded reassuringly to her companions before taking a seat beside a halfling man with short, fluffy hair. He offered her a glass of dark wine. She cautiously accepted as Sumayya and Coada took their seats beside her.

“Ah, guests I see!” boomed a heavy voice from the carriage as a stout dwarven man stepped out with a fresh bottle of wine.

A tiefling woman with long red hair followed him, carrying a small basket of bread. She froze for a moment before locking eyes with Sethie. An air of relief washed over her. “It’s nice to see some friendly faces,” she hummed. Her dark gown contrasted the group’s colorful energy.

“Alana,” the tiefling continued, sitting across from the party.

“Tormond!” the dwarven man followed, serving up plates of food and offering them to the party.

“Arella,” the elven woman added, leaning casually in her seat. “And this old man here is Marlan,” she said, patting the elven man’s shoulder.

The halfling tapped his glass against Sethie’s. “Roland. Pleasure!”

“Sethie,” she hesitated, “and this is Coada and Sumayya!”

“Welcome,” Marlan smiled. “What brings you to this quiet stretch of road?”

“Heading home, back to Ysora,” Sethie replied. “And you all?”

Alana leaned in, her ruby eyes glinting in the fire. “We’re headed to Ysora as well. We’re a traveling band of sorts, making our way to the city for the winter festival.”

Sethie’s eyes lit up. “Oh? Have you been? It’s breathtaking!”

Alana smiled. “Not for many years.”

Sumayya leaned in, surveying the group. “Where have your travels taken you?” she asked.

“All over,” Tormond groaned, leaning back into his seat.

Coada rolled her eyes.

“That's the best answer,” he continued, looking sternly at her. “If you want specifics, I’m from Ulnmont Falls, up in Arvendor, so’s that little shit.” He laughed, gesturing to the halfling, Roland.

Roland snickered in response.

“We’re from Louvine,” Arella added, bumping her shoulder against Marlan’s.

“And I’m from Farenvar,” Alana finished.

“We started as a father-daughter act, picked up Alana on our way north, and those two in Arvendor,” Arella smiled gently. “Been traveling together ever since.”

“Say, can we make a deal?” Marlan paused, formulating his next words. “Since you don’t have horses, you can travel with us to Ysora. Should cut a few days off your journey.”

Coada’s eyes narrowed. “In exchange for?”

“Well…” he continued, “We’re not exactly a licensed performing group, and the guards do love to give our kind a hard time. With your…” He gestured to her armor. “...station, perhaps you could get us into the city without any unnecessary trouble.”

Coada pondered for a moment, glancing at Sethie and Sumayya. Sumayya shrugged, lifting her flask to her mouth. Sethie smiled and nodded.

“Looks like we have a deal,” Coada said, reaching over the fire to offer her hand.

Marlan accepted. “To the road ahead!”

As they sat around the flickering fire, some heading off to rest while others shared stories of their travels, Sethie heard a familiar voice enter her mind. “Sethie, you should be fine to head home now. Your sister will be out soon. I love you, and I am eager to see you.”

She leaned back in her seat, quietly responding, “Hi, Mom. I’m on my way. I’ll see you soon. I love you.” She waited for a few moments, but no further messages came.

Sethie sighed and looked to her companions. “I’m going to get some rest,” she groaned as she rose to her feet.

Coada nodded. Sumayya stood. “Sounds good. Let’s head to bed. I’ll take the first watch.”

The next few days passed with little excitement. Sethie settled into the caravan, sharing stories and performances with their new companions. Sumayya and Coada remained reserved, keeping to themselves and ever skeptical of the group.

Around noon, the caravan crested a large hill, revealing their destination below. The rolling farmlands bled into sparse houses and shops, growing denser until a large wall cut across them, dividing the city proper from the outside world. To the east, the rolling hills climbed into the southern half of the Ysoran mountains, skirting the north of the city. To the west, the Radiant Bay glistened, its deep blue betraying the bitter cold of fall.

Sumayya watched in awe. The elven architecture, medieval as it was, was an ode to the magical lifeblood of the country— a stark contrast to the uninspired practicality of Castlevale. Sethie looked to Sumayya, watching her take in the city. “Welcome to Ysora,” she hummed.

Sumayya smiled. “It’s beautiful.”

Coada wrapped her tail around Sethie and Sumayya. “We’re almost there,” she mumbled.

“Finally!” Roland breathed, stretching back into the seat beside Coada.

Alana looked at Sethie, offering her a tan cloak. Sethie looked at her in confusion at first before a saddened understanding flooded her. She took the cloak and slowly covered herself, nestling beside Alana.

Sumayya watched the pair settle toward the back of the cart with confusion. “I suppose you never got out much,” Roland whispered, bumping his shoulder into Sumayya.

“While it’s nice to see an elf like yourself without such reservations,” he continued, “your people aren’t generally so kind to most others. Tieflings and other less humanoid races have it the worst.”

Coada’s chest tightened at his words. Her eyes were fixed on the road ahead. Sumayya nodded, looking back at the road ahead.

“Halt!” the guard’s voice echoed through the carriage. “No entry without a full search and papers.”

Marlan hesitated, glancing back at Coada.

Coada straightened, slipping down from the cart. “I am a priestess of House Arceous, returning from my duties in Riversidetown. Coada Alba.”

The guard surveyed her with harsh skepticism, glancing between the cart and the priestess. “Hold here,” he commanded, turning toward the guardhouse.

Several minutes of tense silence passed before he returned. “All right,” the man said begrudgingly. “You’re clear to enter.”

Coada nodded and looked at Marlan. “Let’s go.”

The troupe continued in silence for several blocks before turning off to a smaller tavern. “Well, this is where we part ways,” Marlan said softly, placing his hand on Coada’s shoulder. “Thank you, and the best of luck on your journey.”

Coada nodded. “Same to you.”

The group exchanged goodbyes, and in moments, the trio was on their own. “Do you have somewhere to stay?” Sethie asked, looking to Sumayya and Coada.

“I have arrangements,” Sumayya hesitated, looking at her notes, “at the Harbingers Rest Inn.”

“That’s on the way into the city center, I believe,” Sethie said, glancing at Coada.

Coada paused, thinking for a moment. “I think it is... I’ve seen it in the Merchant District. Follow me.”

Coada led the party through the winding streets of southern Ysora, stopping occasionally to ask for directions. Soon, they found themselves in front of a modest inn just off the shipyard.

Sumayya hesitated at the door. “Would you mind waiting outside?”

Coada and Sethie exchanged surprised glances. “Sure?” Sethie responded.

Sumayya gave a small, gentle smile. “Thanks, I’ll be quick.”

The small inn was warm and inviting. A few patrons sat at tables spread throughout the entrance—one group was playing cards, while another quietly enjoyed an early drink. Behind the bar, a handsome human man with dark brown hair that fell just above his collar and a clean-cut beard was reclined in a chair, reading a book. “Welcome in!” he called, briefly glancing up and offering an inviting smile.

Sumayya took a seat across from the bar. “I’m looking for someone by the name of Loanna.”

The man paused, carefully studying her over his book. “Your name?”

Sumayya hesitated. “Sumayya Al-Hasan,” she whispered.

He studied her for a long moment before nodding. “One second.” He stood abruptly and exited through the swinging kitchen doors.

Sumayya surveyed the room. No one seemed to pay her any mind, and just as she finished scanning the room, the doors swung open again. A hard-faced halfling woman stepped out, followed by the man.

The halfling’s sharp green eyes met Sumayya’s before softening. “Ah, Sarah!” she called out. “You’re a few days ahead of when we expected, but luckily for you, we do have a room ready.”

Sumayya bit back a correction but nodded. “Y-yes, sorry, the road was much more favorable than anticipated.”

“Loanna,” the halfling smiled, leaning over the bar with an outstretched hand. “And this is Jona. If you need anything, just ask. But for now, follow me—I’ll show you to your quarters.” Loanna hopped down from behind the bar, a large package tucked under her left arm.

Sumayya stood and followed Loanna up the stairs to a modest room. Loanna entered after her and closed the door. “Here.” She handed the package to Sumayya, with the room key resting on top. “Your items.”

Sumayya took the package gingerly. “Thank you.”

Loanna nodded and turned toward the door, pausing mid-step. “A few ground rules: Don’t cause any trouble, don’t use your real name, and don’t leave any connection to our inn when you leave. If you need an incinerator, we have one in the basement.”

Sumayya nodded.

“Good,” Loanna said, continuing toward the door. “It’s always a pleasure doing business with your lot.”

As the door clicked shut behind her, Sumayya looked down at the package now resting in her hands. She decided to wait until later, stowing it beneath the bed and returning to her companions, who were patiently waiting outside.

“Finished?” Coada inquired as Sumayya stepped out of the inn.

“All checked in,” Sumayya replied. “Where to now?”

“I have some people I need to check on,” Coada said, her tone unusually soft.

“And I need to see my mother,” Sethie added.

Sumayya gestured to the busy street. “After you.”

The three continued through the city, traveling from the Merchant District past the old wall and into the heart of Ysora. Sumayya took in every detail—the layout of the streets, the presence of guards and officers, the types of people walking by—learning everything she could about this new city she would soon call home. To the west, perched upon a rocky hill that stretched out into the bay, stood the castle, a grand and ancient structure looming over the city. To the northeast, the city began to climb into the mountainside, growing ever denser as it rose.

As they passed through the city center, Sethie’s stomach tightened. She looked toward the small café at the edge of the fountain, now closing for the day. It hadn’t been that long, but it felt like ages, she thought to herself.

They continued past the Ten Spires, the grand towers that adorned each chapel dedicated to the gods. Coada lowered her head, hurrying past until they reached the northern portion of the old wall.

Sethie paused and looked at Coada. “Who do you know here?” she asked.

“I help with the orphanage here. Why? Do you know someone in the North Corner?” Coada asked, continuing through the old streets.

Sethie snorted. “I live here. My mother is Orianna Baevyr.”

Coada stopped dead in her tracks. “Small world! I had no idea!”

Sethie patted Coada on the shoulder as she took the lead into the small district. “I knew I recognized you when we first met.”

Coada nodded, continuing behind her, with Sumayya following close behind.

Session 3 - Road to Ysora

“I'll gather my things and meet you at the stable,” Coada said, stepping out of the building.

Sethie raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t we say we’d leave tomorrow?”

Coada didn’t slow her pace. “The sooner we leave, the better,” she replied curtly.

Sethie glanced at Sumayya, who was already moving to pack their things. “Too much attention here,” Sumayya murmured, almost to herself.

Sethie fell into step beside her, quietly accepting the plan. Coada stopped at the church, pushing open the door. Tanston was lounging before the altar, a pipe dangling from his lips and a book in hand. He raised an eyebrow when Coada entered.

“I have to leave town,” Coada said softly. “Something’s come up. I’m needed back home.”

Tanston’s gaze sharpened for a moment, but he only nodded, his voice low. “Long journey ahead, then.”

Coada nodded, her bag still packed and waiting on the stairs. She grabbed it, taking one last look around the quiet church before heading back down and offering a brief nod to Tanston.

"Oh, and Coada!"

She paused, looking back.

Tanston smiled with a warm gentleness. "Don’t be a stranger."

Coada nodded and left, the door clicking softly behind her.

Sethie and Sumayya were already waiting by the stables. Coada glanced at the horses, then at her companions.

“No horses?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

Sumayya and Sethie shook their heads.

“We’ll manage,” Coada said, collecting her gear from the stablemaster. They’d make do with the one horse.

In moments, the party was on the road, heading north toward Ysora—home for two, and an unexplored place for one.

Fall was dying, and with it, the days grew colder. By the fourth night, as the sky darkened, the party sought refuge in the dense forest.

“How are you holding up?” Sethie asked, gathering wood for the fire.

Coada shivered, teeth chattering. “Terrible, but no sense in complaining. Wouldn’t mind finding something large to hunt, though. Something I can turn into a blanket.” She gave Sethie a pointed look.

Sethie raised an eyebrow, breaking off a dead branch and tossing it onto the fire. "You do have a way of putting things."

“Maybe I’ll find something first,” Sumayya chimed in, glancing up from the camp. “I’ve got a craving for a good hunt.”

Coada met her eyes, a challenge in her gaze. “We’ll see who catches it first.”

Sumayya smirked, showing a flash of teeth. "Oh, we will."

Sethie sighed, her voice drifting over the crackling wood. “Fresh meat, though... that would be a nice meal.”

The trio continued to work, setting up camp. As night fell, they took turns keeping watch. When Coada’s turn arrived, she decided to scout the area for game. Instead, what she found in the woods wasn't a deer but an old chapel, half-buried under the encroaching forest.

She stood at the entrance for a long moment, admiring the eerie solitude. It was small, run-down, but undeniably beautiful in its quiet desolation. After a moment’s hesitation, she entered, the wood crunching beneath her.

The chapel was dark, its walls weathered, the pews scattered and broken. Coada’s eyes wandered over the old carvings before they landed on the altar. A statue of Aegis, the birth-mother, stood there, her features serene despite the ruin around her. As Coada approached, a soft warmth seemed to pulse from the statue, contrasting the bitter cold of the night.

Coada lingered for a moment, letting the warmth soak into her chilled bones before she reluctantly turned back to the camp, eager to wait for dawn before exploring further.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight bathed the chapel in pale light, Sumayya and Sethie stirred, their grogginess fading into curiosity.

“Anything interesting we missed?” Sumayya asked, stifling a yawn.

“No game,” Coada replied. “But I found something... a small temple. Want to see it?”

Sethie’s eyes brightened. “That sounds fun!”

“A break from the journey sounds nice,” Sumayya added with a smile.

Coada nodded, shouldering her pack. “Then let’s go.”

They broke camp quickly, and soon they were back in the woods, following Coada as she led them to the old chapel. The warmth greeted them as they stepped inside, and Sethie let out a relieved sigh.

Sumayya moved closer to the statue, inspecting it with curious eyes. “What’s causing that?” she asked.

Coada shrugged. “Maybe some old charm left over from Aegis’s worship.”

Sethie crouched by the base of the statue, eyes narrowing as she noticed a faint crevice. “Or maybe it's something in the statue itself,” she said, pointing to a small hatch hidden at the base.

Coada and Sumayya leaned in, impressed. “Good catch!” Coada cheered.

“Now how to open it?” Sumayya mused, brushing away moss from the base.

“Aegis holds a seashell in her right hand and an olive branch in her left,” Coada said, her voice contemplative. “Maybe those are the key.”

They searched the wreckage of the chapel, finding little more than broken stone and debris.

“I’ve got the branch!” Sethie exclaimed, holding up an old carving of olive wood.

“I found the shell… so to to speak,” Sumayya said, her voice faltering. She held up the shattered pieces of what should have been a smooth stone seashell.

“Let's try it anyway,” Coada suggested. “If it’s magic, it might still work.”

With a shrug, Sumayya placed the broken shell into the statue’s hand. Sethie followed, placing the branch into the other. The sound of stone grinding on stone echoed through the small chapel as the hatch slowly opened, revealing a small leather pouch and a faded note.

Coada carefully removed both, her fingers brushing against the note. She unfolded it and read aloud: “In times of bitter cold, seek the birth-mother’s warmth.”

She turned over the pouch and, with a small click, a ring tumbled out. The metal glowed faintly, its warmth spreading through her fingers.

“I think I’ll need this,” Coada said, holding up the ring. “Give me a moment to attune to it.”

“Sure,” Sethie smiled, her breath visibly fogging in the air.

Sumayya raised an eyebrow. “If you’re sure…”

Coada grinned, slipping the ring onto her finger. They sat for some time as Coada felt the warmth slowly seep through her skin, filling her with a comforting heat that kept the cold at bay.

“How does it feel?” Sethie asked, leaning closer.

“It feels… amazing.” Coada looked up at the others, her smile widening. “I don’t feel cold at all.”

Sethie scooted closer, practically pressing her side against Coada’s. “You feel like summer.”

Sumayya smiled, walking over to hover a hand over Coada’s shoulder. “Like walking in the middle of a warm afternoon.”

Coada stood, feeling the warmth ebb away the lingering chill in her bones. “Well, we should get going. No sense in staying here.”

The three nodded and gathered their things, heading back to their horse.

As the day drew onwards, the sky darkened once again, Sumayya stopped, her gaze drifting toward the trees. “We should stop for the night. We won’t make it to an inn.”

They agreed, and began setting up camp.

“Say, Sumayya,” Coada asked, “There’s still some light left. Want to go for a little hunt?”

Sumayya flashed a predatory smile and pointed toward a clearing deeper in the woods, gesturing for Sethie to follow. Sethie hitched the horse and followed the pair.

At the edge of the clearing, they waited. A small doe stepped cautiously from the opposite woods, grazing peacefully in the open field.

“I’ve got this,” Sumayya said, her voice cold and precise. She drew her blades and melted into the shadows along the treeline. She paused for a moment, ensuring she wouldn’t startle the deer before leaping forward and securing their meal with brutal efficiency.

Coada and Sethie watched in surprise. Sumayya turned to them. “Well, come on now!” she called.

The pair joined her, and together they hoisted the doe back to their camp. Coada and Sumayya guided Sethie through the process of preparing the deer.

“Here,” Coada smiled, holding the freshly removed heart toward Sethie, her hands bloodied. “Have a bite.”

Sethie’s face tightened. “What?”

“It’s an old hunter’s tradition,” Coada said, biting into the heart before offering it to Sethie again.

Sethie looked to Sumayya, who nodded reassuringly. With a hesitant sigh, Sethie took a bite, the taste of iron filling her senses. “There!” she exclaimed, holding the heart out to Sumayya. “Your turn.”

“Gladly,” Sumayya smiled, taking a long bite from the heart. Coada’s eyes narrowed as Sumayya indulged in another bite before continuing with the cleaning process.

By dusk, the party had finished preparing the deer and began cooking the meat. Coada and Sumayya stretched the hide near the fire to dry it before washing up in the nearby stream. After a hearty meal and a long day’s work, they settled down for a well-earned rest.

Dawn arrived quickly, and the party packed up, quietly continuing their journey. The days passed in much the same way: some nights spent in inns, others in the quiet woods. Few travelers crossed their path, and the quiet days seemed to carry them closer to their destination.

A few days later, as the party set camp, Coada’s gaze was drawn to a distant flicker of light through the trees.

“Other travelers?” Sumayya asked, glancing at Coada.

“Probably,” Coada replied, but there was something in her voice that suggested more than casual curiosity. “We should check it out.”

The three moved quietly through the trees, careful not to alert the camp of their approach. They reached a small clearing, where a campfire burned low. Three figures sat around it, enjoying a meal. At the sound of Coada’s armor clinking against a tree, all three tensed, and one—a younger elven man with ruffled brown hair—looked toward them, his hand reaching instinctively for his sword.

“Who’s there?” he called, his voice sharp.

Another figure, a lean elven man with cropped blond hair and dark robes, stood up, raising a hand in greeting. “Relax, Eshie,” he said with a smile. “Come on out, no need to hide.”

Sethie and Sumayya exchanged confused glances.

“Join us!” Eshie said, his tone light.

The trio stepped into the firelight. Sethie paused. “Wait a second,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “You were at one of the inns we stayed at, weren’t you?”

Eshie’s grin widened. “The very same. Looks like we’re heading the same way! This is Ovo.” he said as he gestured to the lean elf, nodding toward the third figure, a man with ashen skin, “And that’s Ugoluc.”

“Small world,” Sumayya muttered as they settled around the fire.

The man with the ashen skin, Ugoluc, gave them a long, quiet look. His skin was a pale gray, marked with intricate, vine-like tattoos, and his long white hair was pulled back tightly. His eyes met Coada’s stare.

“First time seeing someone like me?” he asked in a thick accent.

Coada hesitated before answering, feeling the weight of his stare. 

“Not in a long time.” Sumayya interjected.

“Well, that makes sense,” Ugoluc said with a smirk.

The fire crackled, the warmth of it a sharp contrast to the chill in the air. After a beat of silence, Eshie spoke again, his voice casual but carrying an edge. “What’s bringing you to Ysora?”

“Heading home,” Sethie said.

“And you?” Sumayya asked.

Eshie hesitated for a moment. “We’re looking for work. Thought Ysora might be a good place to settle for a while.”

Coada’s eyes narrowed. “Where are you from?”

Eshie shrugged. “All over. We’ve been traveling together for a while. Just trying to see the world.”

A quiet tension hung in the air, as if they were all testing the waters, trying to understand each other.

“Well,” Sethie smiled, standing up. “It was nice meeting you, but we should really get some rest.”

Sumayya rose slowly, her eyes lingering on Ugoluc before she turned to follow Sethie.

“Rest well,” Eshie called out as they returned to their camp.

“We need to take watches tonight,” Coada whispered as they settled into their camp. 

That night, they took turns keeping watch, though their eyes kept drifting toward the distant fire. No sounds came from the other camp, no movement. By dawn, the fire had burned out, and still there was no movement.

Sethie groggily emerged from her tent. “Anything?”

Coada’s gaze stayed fixed on the other camp, still quiet and undisturbed. “Nothing.”

Sumayya’s voice cut through the silence. “We’ve got a problem.”

Coada turned sharply, following Sumayya’s gaze towards the back of their camp, where their horse had been hitched. It was gone.

Session 2 - Winters Coming Festival

As morning approached, Coada reported to Jenna that the two individuals responsible for the theft had been dealt with, and everything had been settled. The town was already alive with families gathering for the festival. Vendors had begun selling their goods, and music drifted through the small streets. The chilled air nipped at Coada as she explored the festivities, eventually steering her toward the warmth of the tavern, where she found Sethie and Sumayya settling in for their morning meal.

 Coada joined them at their table, and the three enjoyed a quiet breakfast while watching the bustle of the people. As Sethie discussed the festivities, Sumayya suddenly heard a familiar voice in her mind.

“If you haven’t had enough sense to leave yet,” Morland’s voice danced through her thoughts, “meet me behind the butcher shop promptly.”

Sumayya sighed and looked toward the group. “I’m going to get some fresh air. I’ll meet you later in the square?”

“Sounds good!” Sethie chimed, and Coada nodded. After Sumayya excused herself, the pair finished their meals and made their way to the town square to explore the festival.

Sumayya wandered casually through the square, perusing the vendors as she passed. Eventually, she found the butcher’s shop—a small building with a tight alley on its left side, leading to a small wooded area behind. Letting out another sigh, she thought, This may be a trap. She cautiously slipped into the alley, peering behind the building into the woods. There, Morland leaned casually against a tree, puffing on a small pipe. He greeted her with a friendly nod as she approached.

“Mornin’,” he began. “I see you got my message.”

“I did,” Sumayya replied, stepping slowly into the alley.

He paused for a moment, considering his next words. “Look, we’ve had a rather tumultuous relationship since we first met, but I think we both understand that business is business. Today, however, is different. This is personal for me. So, I’d appreciate it if you and your friends kept our familiarity private. Best not to start any fights in the center of a busy town.”

Sumayya contemplated his words. “That sounds like a fair agreement. No trouble from you, no trouble from us.”

He smiled again and tapped out the ashes of his pipe. “Glad we could come to an understanding,” he said, walking past her. “I hope you enjoy the festival.” He tipped his hat before slipping back into the crowd.

Sumayya paused for a moment, enjoying the quiet before returning to the bustling town. It didn’t take long to find Coada and Sethie, who had spent the morning enjoying the festival games and shopping. As she approached, Coada eagerly showed her the wooden animal carvings she had bought for the children, while Sethie offered up the sweets she had purchased.

Soon, the group found their way to a craft table where they helped Arabella and Rubee make straw festival dolls with the children. Coada and Sethie took to the project easily, assisting the children while chatting with Arabella and Rubee about the town. Sumayya watched quietly, fascinated by the pair’s ease with the children.

Sethie looked toward Sumayya and paused. “Have you ever made one before?” she asked with a smile.

Sumayya shook her head. “No, I haven’t.”

“Well, let me show you!” Sethie exclaimed as she slid closer, walking Sumayya through the steps of cutting and shaping the straw. As Sumayya worked, Coada joined her on the opposite side of Sethie, crafting her own doll.

As the three worked, Sethie saw Arabella jump with excitement and rush into the crowd. Curiosity pulled at Sethie, and she excused herself to follow. She watched as Arabella made her way briskly through the crowd and embraced Morland. “I didn’t know you were back from your travels!” she exclaimed. Sethie lingered for a moment, considering whether or not to engage with them, before returning to Coada and Sumayya.

As the day wore on, the group participated in axe throwing and arm wrestling, eventually making their way to the town center as the sun began to set. The entire town gathered around a large pyre as Tanson chanted blessings for the coming winter before lighting the fire. One by one, the children lined up to toss their dolls into the flames as an offering to the gods. As the moment of introspection waned, music filled the air and the town came alive with song and dance.

The night stretched on, with the large bonfire warding off the bitter air as townspeople celebrated their fruitful harvest. A surprise proposal from Morland to Arabella briefly paused the festivities, but her acceptance reignited the party’s energy. Dusk bled into night and then early morning as the three retired for a few hours of sleep.

The next morning greeted the party with a peaceful sleepiness. Coada joined Tanson in distributing the ashes of the bonfire to the surrounding farms for good luck in the coming season, while Sumayya and Sethie explored the town, visiting the small shops and bakeries lining the town center. The afternoon passed quietly, and the three retired to their rooms for a proper night of rest.

Rest, however, would not come easily. The party awoke to frantic yelling and movement outside the inn. Rushing outside, they were greeted by the sight of a house ablaze.

“Grab a bucket!” Jenna barked, running toward a well. Other villagers had already begun dousing the fire with whatever they could, hurling buckets of water and earth at the blaze. The three joined in, delivering buckets of water from the nearby well and retrieving empty ones to be refilled. As the townspeople gathered to help, they subdued the flames before the home was reduced to ash.

When the smoke cleared and the town began to disperse, Coada approached Jenna and Armont, who were investigating the remains.

“Perhaps we can aid in this investigation?” Coada asked. “Given my station, I believe it’s my duty to understand what happened and help prevent further loss.”

Jenna hesitated, looking to Armont, who nodded reassuringly. “All yours. I have other matters to attend to. Jenna will assist you, however.”

Jenna grimaced and sighed, raising her hand toward the blackened doorway. “After you, then.”

Coada nodded to Sethie and Sumayya, signaling them to enter. The two obliged, while Coada and Jenna began searching the kitchen and pantry. The smell of damp wood and ash coated every surface.

“Whose house is this?” Coada asked quietly.

Jenna stepped out from the pantry, giving Coada a long, suspicious stare. “Martin and Luella. They haven’t been seen since before the festival.”

Coada froze, recalling Martin’s involvement in the grain theft. “Oh,” she murmured, turning away and continuing to rummage through the kitchen. “I wonder why that may be. Maybe they left town?”

Coada continued digging through the cabinets, the silence in the room thickening. “It was two assailants,” Jenna muttered. She paused, then sharpened her tone. “I need to speak with someone.”

Coada turned to see Jenna storm out of the house, nearly crashing into Sumayya. Sumayya jumped back in surprise, then looked at Coada with mutual confusion.

“Sethie, did you find anything?” Sumayya called out, shaking off her initial surprise.

Silence echoed back. Sumayya looked at Coada with concern as Coada called out,  “Sethie?”

Still, there was no answer. The two rushed to the bedroom, where they found Sethie kneeling by the bed in a trance, her eyes fixed on the spiraling carvings that covered the walls.

“The Wasting...” Sumayya whispered, her heart sinking at the sight.

Coada ran to Sethie’s side, gently shaking her. “Are you okay?”

“What?” Sethie looked around, confused, before shaking her head. “Yeah, I just… I got a bit lost for a second there.” The three of them stared at the carvings in silence.

“People who are afflicted with the Wasting begin to have an urge to write at a certain point,” Sumayya said, trailing off as she looked down at her arms. “They’ll write however they can, even if it means carving into their own flesh.”

“What are they writing, though?” Sethie asked, turning to Sumayya. “This isn’t a language I’ve seen, and it’s such a twisted mess that it’s impossible to tell what belongs where.”

“No one knows for sure,” Sumayya replied, stepping closer to help Sethie to her feet. “It’s similar to the ancient language, but it’s so broken and contorted that it’s hard to decipher.”

Coada stood slowly, her gaze lingering on Sumayya. “You know a lot about this.”

Sumayya hesitated. “I lost someone to this… a long time ago.”

The three stood in silence for a long moment. Coada straightened herself and turned to face the door. “I should speak with Jenna about what we found and make sure the home is destroyed. This is no legacy to leave behind,” she said softly. “I’d welcome your company.”

Sumayya and Sethie exchanged a glance before following Coada into the quiet morning air.

When they entered the small government building, the familiar red-haired halfling woman greeted them.

“Oh, good morning!” she exclaimed. “How can I help you today?”

“We need to speak with the Alf as soon as possible,” Coada urged.

The young woman’s face tightened in restrained panic. “Well, he’s in an appointment right now. Perhaps you should come back later.”

“Please,” Coada continued, “this is extremely important. If Jenna is there, I’d like to speak with her too.”

“I really wouldn’t reco—”

“If there is an issue, I should be aware of it,” Coada hissed.

The woman sighed and lowered her head. “Go on back then, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Coada nodded and began to march toward the mayor’s office, with Sumayya and Sethie close behind.

“And if anyone asks, I tried to stop you!” the halfling woman called after them.

Coada paid her no mind, rounding the corner and pausing before the office door.

“I don’t care who sent her here. I don’t want that beast in my town!” The group heard Jenna arguing through the door. Coada’s anger flared, and she burst through the door. Jenna, Alf, and Armont all tensed.

“If you have an issue with me, you should address me directly,” Coada fumed. “What is this about?”

Jenna glared at her. “This is a private meeting. I would ask you to leave.”

Coada squared her shoulders and stood taller. “It is my understanding that my position supersedes yours, so no, I will not leave. Now…” She cast her hypnotic gaze into Jenna’s eyes. “What is this about?”

Jenna’s resolve weakened as Coada’s magic took hold. “If you are so eager to know, I’m still grappling with the fact that the church sent a war cleric to our town—one who is also a beast at that.” Jenna hesitated. “And in the few days that you’ve been here, two people have gone missing, and their house has burned down.”

Coada’s breath caught in her chest. “You think I had something to do with this? That I, what, killed them?”

Jenna glared. “I didn’t say so directly, but I wouldn’t put it past your nature.”

“That’s not even—” Sethie began to fume before Coada raised her hand to stop her.

“Look,” Coada sighed, gathering her anger. “I want to be here as much as you want me here, but I can’t change my orders.”

“But I can,” Armont affirmed. “I can send orders for a transfer back. I’ll handle the particulars, so everyone can be happy.”

Relief and defeat filled Coada’s heart as she spoke. “If you do this, could you wait a week before sending the notice? It would give me some extra travel time. I’ll leave tomorrow at dawn.”

Jenna glared at Armont, who paid her no mind, before nodding toward Coada and the Alf.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have some documents to prepare.” She said, passing through the back door.

Alf shrank in his chair, glancing nervously at Jenna and then at the party. Silence fell over the room.

“I should be going,” Coada acquiesced. “Alf, it’s been a pleasure.”

Coada turned, briefly forgetting her companions behind her, and paused when she saw them.

“I think I’ve spent enough time here as it is,” Sethie smiled. “Maybe we could travel together on the road back?”

Coada softened, nodding with an affirming smile.

“It’s time I leave too,” Sumayya added, nodding toward Coada.

Sethie grinned. “It’s settled then! Tomorrow morning, we’ll begin our journey home!”

Session 1 - Riverside Town

As the first light of dawn filtered through the cracks in the wooden walls, Sethie was jolted awake by the familiar sound of barking and clanging from the market outside. It was just as it had been for weeks now—an unchanging routine. She rubbed her eyes and gazed at the barren inn wall, feeling the monotony of the past weeks hanging heavy. Though the townsfolk were friendly, the lack of news and excitement made the days blend together.

Sethie had been filling her time helping Arabella with her potions and earning a few coins assisting Luella at her flower booth. It covered her basic needs but left little room for anything else. Luella, an elderly halfling who had been gravely ill for years, was in a steadily worsening condition. Her husband, Martin—a burly dwarf who tended to the stables—appreciated Sethie’s help but could offer only minimal compensation. Despite the boredom, Sethie found solace in the simplicity of village life and the kindness of its people.

She dressed slowly, savoring the leisurely pace that the town embraced. It was a refreshing change from the city's frenetic pace. As she stepped into the courtyard, which doubled as the town’s market, she greeted the usual faces and picked up some pastries for breakfast before setting up at Luella’s booth and waited for the day to begin. An hour passed without any sign of Luella, then two.

Worry began to creep into Sethie’s mind. She spotted Sheriff Jenna, a tall elven woman with flowing blonde hair and a stern demeanor and asked for her to check in on Luella. Jenna reassured her that might simply need rest and advised Sethie to take the day off. Sethie, though still anxious, accepted the advice and headed back to the inn for an early lunch.

Inside, the inn’s familiar ambiance welcomed her. Freya, the half-elf, half-goliath bartender with sun-kissed skin and fiery orange hair, called out from behind the counter. “Ah, Sethie! Ready for lunch?” Her imposing yet graceful presence was something Sethie had admired since their first meeting.

“Yes, please. Thank you!” Sethie replied, making her way to her usual spot at the bar. Her attention was caught by a new patron seated against the wall, swirling a glass of dark wine. The stranger’s long white hair obscured her face, and her pale skin glistened in the sunlight. Intrigued, Sethie approached, noting that high elves rarely mingled with tieflings and cautiously took a seat beside her. The woman turned and nodded hello with a warm but cautious smile, her red eyes flashing against the sun. She had no sign of malice or distrust in her eyes, Sethie relaxed at this sight.

“Hello,” she said cheerfully, extending her hand. “I’m Sethie. You must be new here!”

The woman looked her over, her sharp eyes meeting Sethie’s with an unreadable expression. “I’m Sumayya. I arrived this morning.” Sumayya held her breath for a moment, watching for Sethie’s reaction. 

Freya placed a plate of food in front of Sethie. “Heading to Ysora for the festival, I suppose? That’s the usual traffic we see this time of year. You’re a bit early though. It’s only about a thirteen-day trip from here.”

Sumayya swished her wine thoughtfully. “I’m actually going there for work. I’ve taken a job in the city.”

Sethie’s eyes brightened. “I’m from the city. Maybe I can show you around!”

Sumayya returned the smile. “I’d appreciate that.”

The two continued their light conversation, over their meals.

As the early morning creeped onwards, Coada exhaled deeply, cresting the final hill and seeing the small town of Riverside come into view. After two weeks on the road, the sight of the town was a welcome relief. She yearned for a warm meal and a comfortable rest.

As she approached, she noticed a pair leaving town: a stout dwarf leading a small horse carrying a frail woman bundled tightly in layers. “Good morning,” Coada greeted as she drew near. “Is everything alright?”

The dwarf glanced at her with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. “Everything’s fine. Just heading to the city,” he grumbled, continuing on his way.

Coada fell into step beside them. “I’m a cleric of the church. Perhaps I could offer some assistance?”

The dwarf hesitated before nodding reluctantly. “If you insist. Though I’m not sure what can be done.”

Coada dismounted and approached the woman, her trained eyes assessing the situation. The woman’s pallid, wrinkled skin and glazed eyes spoke of a grave illness. “The Wasting,” the dwarf explained. “We’re hoping for some proper treatment in Ysora.”

“Visit the Healing Church in the Ten Spires,” Coada advised. “They will provide the best care available. Tell them Coada Aba sent you.”

The dwarf’s eyes softened with gratitude. “Thank you. I’m Martin, and this is Luella.”

Coada shook his hand and offered a solemn nod to Luella. “Travel safely. I’ll visit once I’m back in the city.”

Martin nodded and continued on his way with Luella. Coada watched them until they were out of sight before turning her attention to Riverside.

As she entered the town limits, Coada straightened her posture, ensuring her church insignia was prominently displayed. The townsfolk’s wary glances and subtle avoidance made it clear that her presence was unusual. Undeterred, she made her way down the main road to the stables, where the elderly stableman—surprisingly small even for a gnome—took her horse with practiced ease. Coada then headed to the small chapel at the town's center.

The chapel was modest and worn, its simplicity making it resemble a house more than a church, marked only by the inscriptions of the Three Queens on the door. Taking a deep breath, Coada pushed open the door. Inside, a firbolg man with long, loose hair and a deep blue complexion lounged on the altar, puffing lazily on a pipe.

“Welcome!” he greeted with a mixture of suspicion and amusement. “You must be the big city girl they sent.”

Coada’s expression tightened at his casual demeanor as she approached. “I’ve come to assist with the church and serve this town.” She extended her hand. “I’m Coada Alba.”

The firbolg took a leisurely drag from his pipe before shaking her hand. “I’m Tanston. Not sure what help is needed, but you’re welcome to stay. The beds are up in the attic. Get settled and then explore the town.”

Coada climbed the narrow, steep stairs with some difficulty, her armor and tail making the ascent awkward. She dropped her pack in the small, sparsely furnished attic room before heading back downstairs. Tanston remained lounging on the altar, still puffing away. He gave a nod as she passed; she offered no response.

With the sun now higher in the sky, Coada ventured to the market, engaging with shopkeepers and familiarizing herself with the town before heading to the inn to warm up and relax.

As she entered the inn, her gleaming armor drew every eye. She scanned the room, noting the patrons—early drinkers, travelers, and workers on their lunch break. Her gaze met Sethie’s, and a flicker of recognition passed between them. Her attention then shifted to Sethie’s companion, a high elf, which made her stiffen with concern.

Taking a seat at the bar next to the pair, Coada was met with a respectful greeting from Freya, who acknowledged her authority with a curated tone. Sumayya watched with keen interest, noting the tension that followed Coada’s arrival. Yuan-ti were clearly less common here.

Sethie broke the silence with a warm smile. “Just arrived as well? I’m Sethie!”

Coada returned the smile. “Coada. I’ve been sent to assist with the church.”

“Sumayya,” the elf said, nodding in greeting.

Coada was intrigued by Sumayya’s casual demeanor and her apparent connection to Sethie. As Sethie shared her knowledge of the town, Coada regaled them with tales of her travels. Sumayya listened quietly, engaging just enough to absorb all the information.

As time passed, more patrons came and went until Jenna arrived to officially greet the town’s newest priestess. Though her face soured at the sight of Coada, she maintained professionalism. During introductions, they were interrupted by a small halfling woman with fiery hair and large, rounded glasses. She burst in, urgently pulling Jenna aside for a whispered conversation before they both hurried out, leaving an uneasy silence in their wake.

Coada stood, addressing Sethie and Sumayya. “I’m going to see what’s happening. If you’d like to join me, you’re welcome.”

Sethie eagerly agreed, and Sumayya, after a moment’s thought, nodded in agreement. The three headed to the government building, a small but sturdy structure. Inside, the same halfling attended the front desk. “Oh, h-hello! Welcome!” she said with a cheerfully curated tone. “How can I help you?”

Coada spoke first. “There seems to be some alarm. As the new priestess, I’d like to see if we can be of any assistance.”

The halfling examined them briefly. “We did have an incident last night. If you’d like to speak with Jenna, she’s with the Mayor now.” She gestured to a long hall on the right. “Go down this hall and take the first door on your left. Wait there, and they’ll call you in.”

Coada thanked her and led Sethie and Sumayya to the waiting room. From there, they could hear muffled voices in conversation for several minutes until the door opened, revealing a small, exhausted halfling man. “You’re here about the theft, yes?” he asked.

They nodded.

“Good, I’m Alf Sorver,” he said, opening the door wider. “Mayor, come on in.”

The party entered a small office. Sumayya and Sethie took the two available seats while Coada remained in the doorway. Alf sat behind his desk. Beside him, Jenna stood with a dark-skinned woman in Lauthrian armor, and in the corner, a stout dwarf leaned back, puffing on a pipe.

Alf addressed Coada. “I understand you’re the new priestess from the capital church. Welcome.” He turned to the others. “And I assume you two are here for a potential reward?”

Sethie spoke up. “No, I’ve been here for a few weeks. I just want to help!”

Sumayya scanned the room, her eyes revealing a hint of calculation. “I just arrived this morning, but I’d be interested in any rewards.”

Alf nodded. “We had a major theft last night—the entire cash of the king’s share of our crops was stolen. With the king’s collectors due soon, we’re offering a substantial reward for the return of these goods. If you’re interested, Jenna can show you the scene.”

The three exchanged looks and agreed. Alf sighed in relief. “Good. Jenna will take you to the storage building.”

Jenna led them to a large storage building and silently unchained the door. While there was no visible damage, faint wagon tracks led north into the woods, barely noticeable in the dusty courtyard. “Was there any damage to the lock?” Sumayya asked.

Jenna shook her head. “Nope, the door was locked just as it should have been. We didn’t realize the theft until we checked.”

The storage room had been picked clean. Coada surveyed the area. “Who has access to this building?”

“Myself, Captain Armont Leval, Leonard Swiftfoot the stablemaster, and Erie Wusernind. Why? Are you suggesting it was one of us?” Jenna’s brow furrowed.

Coada remained focused. “It’s possible. We’ll need to question everyone. The stablemaster and Erie manage the grain and horses, so they have reason to be here. But their keys were accounted for.”

The group fell silent. “Well,” Jenna said, gesturing toward the door, “if that’s all, I need to get back to work.”

They bid Jenna farewell and returned to the inn to discuss their findings. Sumayya remained quiet, contemplating what she had seen the prior night. Coada drew her from her contemplation. “We should follow the trail north and see where it leads.”

Sethie and Sumayya nodded in agreement, and the trio ventured into the sparse woods. Coada tracked the trail for about an hour before it began to fade, leading them to a small clearing. There, a dwarven man—whom Sumayya recognized as the one who had ferried her in the previous night—emerged. “Best turn back now, nothing for you here,” he warned, training his bow on them and mouthing “traitor” at Sumayya.

The group held their ground. Coada growled at the dwarf, just as a dart flew past her, missing them by inches, signaling the start of a skirmish. Sumayya vanished into the shadows, spotting the robed woman she had seen earlier and dashing towards the hideout.

Coada charged the dwarf, while Sethie threw a dagger. The dwarf dodged and swung at Coada, narrowly missing. As Coada and Sethie pressed the attack, Sumayya pursued the woman, just too late to catch her as she slipped into the hideout.

Coada and Sethie’s assault left the dwarf barely standing as Coad grappled the man, coiling her tail around him, and pinning him to a tree. “Where’s the grain?” she demanded, her voice a low growl.

The dwarf spat defiantly at her. “You’ll get nothing from me.”

Her tail tightened around his neck until his face turned blue and he lost consciousness. Coada released him and turned to join Sumayya, who signaled towards the hideout. The three pressed forward, flinging open the door as Coada charged down the stairs, she was hunting now.

Coada descended the stone steps with urgency, as Sumayya and Sethie followed closely behind. At the bottom, Coada halted abruptly. Before her stood a modest chamber furnished with benches, a desk, and a bookshelf. Seated casually at the desk was Morland, a man with an untroubled demeanor and an affable smile. The robed woman was nowhere to be seen.

“Quite the dramatic entrance,” Morland observed, his voice laced with an insincere warmth. He inclined his head towards Sumayya. “Hello again. Your friends left hours ago… What brings you here?”

Coada's voice cut through the air. “You stole from the town to the south. We’re here to collect what’s theirs.”

Morland reclined in his chair, considering her words with a casual air. “I don’t think that will be happening,” he replied with a nonchalant grin.

Sumayya stepped forward, grimacing as she loomed over Morland. Her gaze was fierce, her fangs subtly revealed. “You understand the importance of keeping this place off the map,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “A theft like this will attract unwanted attention. We both know that’s something neither of us desire.”

Morland’s expression hardened as he assessed her. After a moment’s contemplation, he activated a hidden switch beneath the desk. The bookshelf slid aside, revealing a concealed passage. “Looks like no scuffles tonight,” he announced, gesturing to the shadows of at least six figures emerging from the corridor. “Fetch the grain and load it onto the cart. This matter’s no longer worth our trouble.” He then gestured to the benches. “If you’d be so kind as to wait here, this will take some time.”

Sumayya exchanged a glance with her companions before leading them to the benches. They settled in as bags of grain and dried meats were methodically transported out of the hideout, each member of the crew casting them wary glances. The process was slow.

When the last bag was finally loaded and the final member—a burly, hooded figure—had nodded to Morland before disappearing into the depths of the hideout, Morland turned to the trio. “That’s settled then. I trust you’ll uphold your end of the bargain, Sumayya. Keep our location discreet.”

Sumayya nodded, and the group departed, setting off with the cart toward Riverside Town.

The sun had long dipped below the horizon by the time they returned. Captain Armont, upon receiving the cart, dispensed their reward. The party then retreated to the inn, eager to unravel the mystery of who might have aided in the theft. As they dined and drank, patrons came and went, their conversations barely registering over the clamor.

They questioned a few townsfolk including Erie with little success until Ruby, the baker with auburn hair and dark green eyes, joined them, her concern for Sethie evident. “Now that Luella has left town, will you be managing the flower shop?” she inquired.

Sethie’s face went pale. “Luella left? I didn’t know she’d gone… in that condition?”

Ruby nodded solemnly. “Yes. Martin came into some money apparently and took her to Ysora for better treatment.”

Coada’s eyes narrowed. “And where does Martin work?”

Ruby hesitated, taken aback by Coada’s intensity. “The stables. Why do you ask?”

Understanding dawned on the trio. “Thank you,” Coada said, her tone clipped. “We need to discuss this in private.”

Sethie offered her room, leading them away from the bustling restaurant.

Once in the quiet of Sethie’s room, the gravity of the situation settled over them. Sumayya and Sethie sat in silence as Coada spoke, her voice heavy with concern. “If we tell them Martin is responsible, it will destroy their peace and leave Luella without her husband.”

They pondered the implications before Sumayya offered a solution. “We’ve retrieved the grain—that was the main objective. We can tell them the culprits were dealt with in the woods.”

Sethie and Coada nodded in agreement. “I’ll inform them tomorrow,” Coada said softly. “For now, we should rest.”

The trio parted ways to their rooms, to the promise of rest from the long eventful day.

Session 0 - The Red-Eyed Elf

Artwork by HungrydamyArt

Three months… three long, tedious months of ocean air and stagnant company. Sumayya had grown familiar with the sea, but she had yet to find any sense of comfort in it. Her only consolation was the reward that awaited her. Fifteen years of training and grunt work had led to this moment; she was finally going on a real mission and would soon see the Lauthrian Empire in all its glory. That was still some time away though, and she needed to stay focused.

Her companions were an eclectic group, sailing from Castlevale, each for their own purposes. Sumayya had been sent with two others, likely some of many who had made this journey over the years. Her mission was clear: become a part of this society, observe, and report. Should they need her, she should be ready. Simple enough. She had been specifically selected for her elven features and magical inclination—traits many of her compatriots lacked. The Lauthrian Empire was an elven kingdom after all, so she should fit in well. Aside from her orders, she would be left to her own devices, allowing her the freedom to research and learn about the kingdom and its leaders.

Her compatriots did not share their orders, and she expected as much. Three months of quiet dinners had yielded little more than their names. Demaris was a tall human woman with light olive skin, raven hair, and brown eyes. She carried herself with the grace of a dancer, but there was danger in her eyes, a quality Sumayya found some comfort in. Arvelan was even quieter than Demaris. Sumayya estimated he spoke only three times throughout the entire journey. He was tall and lean, with dark hair and sharp, dark eyes. Though human, he carried himself with the delicacy and intent of an elf. The rest of the crew and travelers largely kept to themselves, understanding the nature of their journey.

The past few days had been the longest. They could see land for some time now but had been traveling along the shore towards their destination. Freedom from this ship was so close, and the excitement was palpable. Sumayya had returned to her bunk one last time, swishing her flask back and forth, almost empty. Thankfully, she only had to wait a few more hours before she could resupply and hunt again.

As the sun set, Demaris came to Sumayya’s room, knocked on the door, and gestured toward the deck with a nod. Sumayya gathered her bags and followed her up. The sun was setting as the travelers loaded into a small lifeboat. Silently, the crew rowed towards the shore, where they met a bulky dwarven man with a scarred face on a riverboat who took them inland.

Not much was said as the dwarven man snuffed out the lanterns and slowly navigated through the town. Sumayya held her breath as they watched the town’s glow fade behind them, continuing up the river. Another hour passed before they made landfall.

The boat drifted gently onto the shore where three cloaked figures stood with dimmed lanterns. Without a word, the group disembarked and traveled into the forest. They walked for some time down a twisted, not-quite-trail before reaching a small hatch hidden beneath some shrubs. Two of the cloaked figures lifted the hatch to reveal a small stairwell leading down. Sumayya went last to ensure they weren’t followed. As the group descended the stairs, they found themselves in a waiting room of sorts. Long benches lined one wall, while a bookshelf and desk sat along another beside a long hallway.

A man sat at the desk, his sharp but elegant features, dark eyes, and expertly groomed hair and beard giving him an air of authority. “Welcome, friends!” he said with a smile. “We’ve been expecting you!”

Silence filled the room before Eoulak, a purple tiefling man who had been traveling with them, spoke up. “Yes, hello! I trust everything has been well, and I hope our arrangements have been made— you see…”

Sumayya’s attention wandered. Eoulak had spoken enough for the entire crew on their journeys and had been insistent on courting her for three long months. As the two spoke back and forth about seemingly nothing, she began to inspect the room. A large bookshelf filled with what seemed like nonsense—likely more for show than function. The desk was well used, with shipping logs and various transcripts tucked behind the man sitting at it, but not much else adorned the room.

It wasn’t long before the man’s patience began to wane, though he maintained his welcoming demeanor. “Well now,” he cut Eoulak off mid-sentence, “I am so very happy that you had such an exciting journey. However, I am sure you would all like some proper rest. Afren here will show you to your rooms. If you need anything at all, I am Morland, and I am happy to be of service. Until then, rest well.”

He gestured to the door where a lean woman in light robes began to lead them back. A palpable sigh of relief escaped the group. Once in her room, Sumayya threw down her pack and fell onto the bed. She was finally here. After all these years, before she could rest, however, she needed food and fast. She hadn't had anything fresh in months. 

Sumayya rose from her bed and pressed her ear against the door, waiting a long while until she was sure everyone was asleep before slipping out into the darkened hall. She went to the kitchen first, to her fortune there was a fresh caught boar, still in the process of being cleaned. She took her time eating, it was the best thing she had consumed in months. 

After about an hour Sumayya felt sated. With a refreshed energy she made her way back towards her room. As she rounded the corner to the main hall she ran into the dwarf that led them in. He blocked the doorway, “Best you head back to your bunk now,” he said gesturing to a door on the left wall behind her, that will also lead you back. 

She looked at him suspiciously and scanned the men behind him carrying on what looked to be a large shipment. 

“So sorry, I must've gotten turned around,” she turned, glancing back at the dwarf who remained in the doorway before making her way to her room and finding much needed rest.

Session 0 - The Serpent Cleric

Artwork by HungrydamyArt

The letter arrived late last night, while Coada was at the orphanage. She had been busy helping Ovar with dinner and the children’s lessons. By the time she returned to her dorm, the sun had long set, and the biting cold of the evening air cut through her layers. Retha, who had stayed up waiting for her, noticed Coada’s weariness and chose to let her rest, it could wait until morning.

As dawn broke, Coada spent the first hour dressing, layering her armor with extra fabric to fend off the unrelenting chill. The cold seemed to seep into her very bones, a harsh reminder of her Yuan-Ti heritage. While she struggled with her armor, she heard Retha’s soft, measured footsteps approaching—an ironic echo of her elven grace, now marred by the limp of an old injury. “Coada, we need to talk,” Retha said, her tone stern but gentle as she gestured for Coada to sit.

Coada sank onto the edge of her bed, her gaze fixed on the letter Retha handed her, sealed with the high priest’s stamp. “Orders,” Retha said simply.

With a cautious breath, Coada broke the seal and unfolded the letter. Retha’s eyes were fixed on her with a somber intensity.

Reassignment Orders

Coada Alba - Cleric of House Arcea - 25 Aeg 1529

Report to the Ten Spire Stables by noon tomorrow to retrieve a horse and supplies. You are to report to Riverside Town in thirteen days for a new position as chapel assistant.

Order approved,

Brosvis Moltenlash, High Priest

“They’re sending me away?” Coada’s voice was barely a whisper, her eyes glued to the page.

“It seems so,” Retha replied, her hand resting lightly on Coada’s shoulder. “We don’t know for how long. Wora will be coming by to help you pack and say goodbye. I can notify Ovar if you’d like.”

“No. I need to say goodbye myself,” Coada said, determination in her voice. She wrapped herself in a thick cloak and moved out into the biting cold. Her frustration was evident as she navigated through the busy streets towards the North Corner. Why was she being sent away? Had her success as a “beast” threatened someone? And with Remuth now vying for Wora’s attention, was that the real reason behind her reassignment? Her jaw clenched. It wasn’t fair.

Turning the familiar corner, she passed the old wall of the orphanage, where Ram and Nise played on the doorstep. Their faces brightened upon seeing her. Coada’s stern expression softened into a gentle smile as she greeted them. Inside, Ovar was tidying up after breakfast.

“Well, good morning!” Ovar called, poking his head out from the kitchen. “Just finishing up.” Coada took a seat at the dining table, waiting for the clatter of pots and pans to cease.

A flash of dark green caught her eye. Setil, a young Yuan-Ti girl with long, dark hair and yellow eyes, peeked around the corner. “Good morning, Setil. How are you today?” Coada asked.

Setil shuffled into the room, wrapped in blankets. “Come here,” Coada said, pulling her into a warm embrace. “It’s cold for us, isn’t it?”

Setil nodded, snuggling closer. “There,” Coada said, settling her on her lap. Ovar emerged from the kitchen, his tousled brown hair and light green eyes at odds with his priestly duties.

“You should have come earlier; Setil actually finished a whole plate of breakfast today!” Ovar chuckled, but Coada remained silent.

Ovar’s smile faded as he assessed her. “Setil, could you gather Ram and Nise and start preparing for your lessons? And make sure Vitrene finishes cleaning her room?”

Setil nodded, hugging Coada tightly before fetching the others. Ovar sat across from Coada, his expression growing serious. “So, I take it you didn’t come here just for my cooking. What’s wrong?”

“I received reassignment orders. I’m being sent to Riverside Town,” Coada said, her voice strained.

Ovar’s eyes widened in surprise. “When do you leave?”

“Today,” she replied with a forced laugh.

“Today? That’s... quite sudden. When do you think you’ll return?”

“I’m not sure.” Her chest tightened. “I’m convinced this is all Remuth’s doing. He’s always resented me, and now that he’s after Wora, he wants me out of the way.”

They sat in a contemplative silence. “Do you want to say goodbye to the kids?” Ovar asked, nodding towards the stairwell.

Coada nodded and stood. As she reached the top of the stairs, she saw Ram standing by his door, his face set in a scowl. She called out, but he merely stomped away, slamming the door behind him. Coada sighed and approached his room, knocking softly.

Inside, Ram sat on the bed, his head bowed. “You’re leaving us, aren’t you?” he mumbled.

Coada sat beside him. “I am, but only for a little while. I’ll be back before you know it. While I’m gone, I need you to look after everyone, especially Setil and Nise. You have to be the big brother, okay? Ovar can’t do it all alone.”

Ram leaned into her side. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“I know,” Coada said, wrapping him in a comforting embrace. “But I promise I’ll return soon.”

He hugged her tightly, and whispered, “Okay.”

After a long moment, Coada left to find the others, who were gathered in Vitrene’s room. She knocked gently on the doorframe and entered. The girls looked up with excited smiles. “Coada!” Nise called out. “Are you staying over today?”

Coada laughed softly as she gathered them in a big hug. “I love you all so much. I hope you know that.” She whispered.

“We’ll miss you,” one of the girls said quietly.

“I’ll be gone for a little while, but not long. I’ll come back with gifts and stories. You have to promise me you’ll look after each other and keep Ram out of trouble. Let Ovar know if you need anything.”

As she turned to leave, she heard them quietly following her to the top of the stairs. Ovar waited at the bottom. He pulled her into a long hug. “Take care of yourself,” he whispered. “And don’t freeze out there. Get warmer clothes before you go.”

Coada returned the embrace. “Thank you,” she said, then headed back to her dorms.

Wora was waiting for her there, her dark olive skin glowing in the morning light. Her long curls were pulled into a tight bun, and she tried to mask her worry with a smile. She pulled Coada into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry. This isn’t fair.”

“It is what it is,” Coada replied, trying to sound resigned. “I shouldn’t have expected anything else.”

Wora’s face flushed with anger. “That doesn’t make it any better. You’ve done everything right. You’re more qualified than anyone here to be a priestess of Arcea, and yet they send you away because of what you are. It’s ridiculous.” She began packing with a sense of urgency.

Coada joined her in packing. “It won’t be long, and I’ll visit as often as I can.”

Wora’s anger softened. “Besides, with me picking up your duties, I’ll be even busier. And Remuth doesn’t like me like that—he’s just friendly.”

“To you,” Coada mumbled with a smirk.

Wora stopped, her eyes filling with tears. Coada froze. “I don’t want to lose my best friend. I don’t want to be alone again.”

Coada pulled her into a comforting hug as Wora began to cry. “It won’t be long. I promise I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

“You don’t know that,” Wora said, wiping her tears. “But I’ll make sure you come back as soon as possible!”

Coada laughed softly, and Wora’s expression softened. They finished packing together, sharing a final, poignant moment.

By eleven, Retha arrived. Wora hugged Coada one last time before returning to her duties. Retha led Coada to the stables, where they prepared her horse. Before Coada mounted, Retha gave her a final hug. “Don’t be a stranger,” she whispered.

Coada mounted her horse and set off for Riverside Town.

Session 0 - The Pink Tiefling

Artwork by HungrydamyArt

It was a chilly morning, and the old wooden walls did little to stave off the biting fall air that filled the room. In the kitchen, a pot gently shifted on the stove, and the aroma of breakfast began to waft through the air. Sethie took her time, letting out a long yawn and stretching her legs and arms before rolling to the edge of the bed. Zhera was already awake, silently reading in her bed. Her long burgundy hair was a tangled mess from sleep and pulled loosely back around her horns. As Sethie stirred, Zhera closed her book and signed a quick “Morning.”

Sethie nodded sleepily and asked, “Are we still going to the market today?” Zhera’s face brightened with a smile as she jumped up and began dressing for the day. Sethie followed suit, slowly preparing herself. As Zhera gathered their belongings, Sethie began to fix Zhera’s hair and then her own. “You need to take better care of your hair, Zhera,” Sethie signed. “It gets so tangled at this length.”

Zhera shook her head in response. “It’s not that important, ” she signed. “People won’t like us either way. It doesn’t matter if I look like a mess.”

Sethie’s chest tightened as she twisted her own hair back around her horns. Zhera wasn’t wrong. Tieflings weren’t exactly welcomed here, but it still hurt to see her little sister forced to grow up with such an understanding. Ysora was supposed to be a city of opportunity, but that only applied to those who “looked” the part—and they definitely did not.

A gentle knock on the door pulled Sethie from her thoughts. Their mother, Orianna, stood in the doorway, her long bluish hair pulled into a tight bun and her azure skin almost glowing in the morning sun. She was already dressed for the day and holding two plates of breakfast. “I hope you’ll join me for breakfast before your adventures,” she said, surveying the two suspiciously. “And I hope your adventures won’t be too troublesome.”

Sethie shook her head and looked at Zhera. “Just some street performances. Nothing to worry about…” She smiled and looked back at her mother. “We’ll be back by lunch!” There was a long pause before Sethie leaped to her feet, took the plates, and led them to the table. 

“It’s fine, Mom.” She stared down at the modest meal, before looking back up at her mother with a soft smile, “Let’s eat.”

Not much was said after that. Breakfast was finished, and the two quickly cleaned up while Orianna went downstairs to open the shop for the day. It was a quaint apothecary; Orianna grew everything herself and taught herself most of the recipes. It wasn’t much, but it was home. After a few moments, Sethie and Zhera emerged from the stairwell, said their goodbyes, and set off.

Fall in Ysora was unmistakable. The air was clear, and the sun shone brightly, but a bitter breeze shattered any illusion of warmth. Sethie led the way through the tightly wound streets of the North Corner, past the bustle of laborers heading to their daily tasks, and down the main thoroughfare into Town Center. They weren’t technically supposed to be here, they both knew as much, but most travelers passed through this area, and the average folk were more likely to spare some change in this part of the city if they were feeling generous. After surveying the Grande Fountain, Sethie spotted a corner of the fountain across from a small café—busy despite the cold—and out of direct sight of the city watch.

Cautiously, she took up a position on the fountain wall and began setting up, laying out a basket for donations before tuning her harp. Zhera took her cue and began to weave through the crowd and the nearby café, checking for potential marks. When she was satisfied, she gave Sethie the signal, and Sethie began to sing. Her voice danced through the crowd like magic, drawing people in. Each strum of the harp captured the attention of another passerby. The world began to fade away; this was her calling, her peace, her home, and it had never felt so right as it did in that moment.

As Sethie sang and danced, she caught sight of Zhera expertly slipping into the pockets of each mark before moving to the next. Gold, silver, trinkets—it didn’t matter so long as it could be sold or traded. They had done this a hundred times; it was becoming second nature. A few more marks, and Zhera would send the signal and slip back into the crowd. Sethie would end her performance and be halfway home before anyone noticed what had happened.

Zhera snaked forward, bumping into an older halfling man and stealthily taking his coin purse while helping him regain his balance. Next, she approached an elegantly dressed elven man, fully enraptured by Sethie’s performance. Zhera brushed against him, moving closer to the front of the crowd. Her fingers slipped into his pocket, and as she withdrew with the purse, a firm hand clamped onto her wrist. A lapse in focus was all it took. The man shouted, shattering the crowd's focus. “Thief!” he cried out as Zhera broke free and looked up at Sethie, signaling to run.

Sethie grabbed the basket, scattering some of the gold pieces across the ground, and bolted toward a nearby alley. She could see Zhera through the crowd, heading north, slightly away from her, with guards closing in on both of them. Then, she lost sight of her, pushing into the dark alley, scrambling over boxes, and shoving past a shop owner who was unloading crates. The guards were close behind.

She shot left, then right, left again, trying to lose them in the maze of the city. She turned another corner, almost crashing into someone rounding it, catching herself before moving forward, winding farther north. She reached the old wall and, with the guards still close behind, scrambled up and over. A few more blocks, and she’d reach the Hillfoot District, where they knew better than to follow.

Another right, then a left; the alley gave way to a wider street and a small bridge. She dashed across, pushing through the crowd before disappearing into the next alley. She was sure she had lost them but kept running for a while longer before taking the long way back home. It was almost noon now, and their mother would be expecting them. Sethie waited in the alley behind their house for Zhera to arrive—30 minutes, 45, 1 hour, 2 hours. Still no sign of her. Sethie knew their mother would be worried by now; she had to go in, without Zhera.

She hung her head low as she made her way out of the alley and into the shop. The door was already locked—a bad sign. She sighed as she pulled out her keys. Quietly, Sethie entered and made her way deeper into the shop. Her mother stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, and as red-faced as her blue skin could be. “You know, apparently two tiefling girls were caught stealing at the city center today…” Orianna fumed. “One of them got away. They are still looking for a younger woman with pink hair. Wouldn’t know anything about it, would you?”

Before Sethie could respond, she continued, “I told you, again and again, to stop this nonsense and not get your sister involved. She has it hard enough as it is. I do so much to try to keep you both safe, and what do you do? Get your sister arrested. How much coin did you even make? Was it worth it, because now they are looking for you!”

Sethie was silent. It wasn’t supposed to happen, and it should've been her that got caught. Orianna continued, “Well?”

“I don’t know what to say,” Sethie barked back.

“Well, I guess that’s that then,” Orianna said, tossing a coin purse onto the table. “Pack your things. I can’t have both my daughters in jail.”

Sethie froze, looking up in confusion, seeing the tears in her mother’s eyes for the first time. Orianna looked away and began to pack some food. “Gnash is going to help you get out of town. There’s a caravan going south tonight; it’s passing through Riverside Town. It’s quiet and far enough out of the city. Stay there until I tell you it’s safe to return.” She turned back and handed Sethie a small, faintly glowing stone. “If you need to reach me, use this.” Her voice cracked as she pulled Sethie into a hug.

The two quietly packed Sethie’s belongings and made their way to the door. Orianna pulled her in for another hug. “Meet Gnash at his office, and he will handle the rest.” Orianna paused for a long moment. “I love you. Please be safe. I’ll handle everything here.”

Sethie pulled her in for a long hug before heading off into the night.

Introduction

Welcome to Lauthrious, a land where magic and burgeoning science intertwine. Our story begins on the continent of Astoria in the tranquil village of Riverside Town, where three unlikely companions are drawn together on a quest to unravel ancient mysteries and find a cure for the spreading affliction known as the Wasting. Their journey promises to be full of twists and turns, with only time revealing the path ahead.

Embark on this adventure with us as we follow these heroes in their quest and exploration of the world. New posts will be released weekly, following each D&D session. We’ll start with each player’s session zero and continue through their evolving story. I hope you find as much enjoyment in their adventure as I do!