Land of Elisium



Today, the Elven girl that Xytan was carrying awoke. She was sassy and did not provide much information; we resolved to allow her to join us on our venture. We entered a third clearing today (what an odd forest). The clearing was filled with 30 pedestals with 30 clay jars of a clear liquid and a pathway in the middle (rows of three by 5). At the back of the clearing was a large door with a stone head crudely chiseled into it. We offered the clear liquid from random jars into the mouth of the head – they all appeared identical. After Xytan got zapped when the stone head fired it’s lazaa, we learned a clue – gold. Camael proceeded to create a creature to aid us in carrying offerings and trying different jars. Each jar caused a different event – icicles, jets of water, earth elements and fire lasers. Eventually we had obtained the clues of gold, sticky and sweet. Luckily, we remembered that Xytan had a bottle of honey in his pack. We offered honey from a jar, which turned into an oily substance with smoky tendrils fuming from it to the mouth, but it only drained it. Then we tried mixing honey with liquid which had the same effect. Finally, we deposited a spoon full of honey into each remaining jar. One of them turned golden rather than an oily black, so we offered that. The door opened and allowed us to pass. Caine picked up 2 rocks and 3 pebbles. Through the sides of the doors, Father John discovered a pathway that led through to the entrance. Fortunate if we need to return this way.

We continued on our journey and encountered a hobo, which Camael fed generously. As we continued walking we met another, fed him, continued and met more – each looking more and more fed than before. We learned that the hobo had once been a fisherman, and was kicked out of the port up the road. Xytan offered him panties to eat, which he devoured quickly. Next he devoured a fishing pole, though Xytan tried to stop him. Eventually, Caine tried to lull the man to sleep, but the man stole his flute and started eating it. Caine flew into a fit of rage and killed the man, forcing the flute through his throat, breaking his spine. Arya, the newcomer, tried to clean the flute off, but it was too broken and no materials were had to repair it. Eventually we continued on our way and met a fisherman by a pond. We then learned that the hobo on that road was a mimic. After this, we found ourselves at the gates of the port. We entered, obtained a map from the guards and ventured to the mayor’s. We had two doors and three guards. One door meant death, the other meant life. When trying to figure out which one to choose, we asked the guards for aid. Arya decided on the left door when Camael and Caine heard a judgement from His Holiness, saying that the right door was the answer. They proceeded and were kept unharmed. Next were two hallways. We chose the right corridor, which many of us spot checked to ensure there were no traps…


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