Monday 22 February 2010

Session 28: The Library of Ages

Scene 1: The Arrival

As our heroes plummet through the many dimensions of the multiverse a voice calls to them from the darkness reminding them of a promise made long ago and far away. The Master of the Library calls them to protect his creation, the repository of all knowledge, from the forces of Ouroborous, the Worm of Autumn.

Our heroes, now three in number, crash onto a smooth marble plinth. All around them high stained glass windows show shifting visions of different times and places while before them a tall metal humanoid creature regards them with curiosity. “I am the Curator, Keeper of the Library, my Master said that you would come.”

The group quickly determine the problem. An army of chaos has besieged the Library and its automated defence systems are failing. Three breaches have been forced into its defences and they must be sealed before the Curator can transport the Library to safety. The windows show the intruders. At the main gate a trio of Archon mercenaries rampage through the halls; in the Tower of Religion the earth elemental Lord Galrok and his minions undermine the foundations of the building and in the soaring chambers of the Observatory a Spawn of Acamar, the Corpse Star, searches for a way to the Core with its Dreadwraith allies.

Scene 2: Chaos

The group decide to tackle Galrok first and the Curator is able to transport them into the narrow corridors of the Religion stacks. Unfortunately for the group this very much is to the benefit of Galrock who immobilises several of them, sinking them into the earth, while he and his minions try to bring down Azhanti. As the battle rages the forces outside the Library continue their assault and the building shakes violently, at one point a huge crack opening in the floor separating most of the group from Galrok. Elemental shardlings try to swarm the group and more rise as he takes damage but they are unable to slow down our heroes. Azhanti sends lightning death spilling throughout the room and Morns Hammer shatters them with ease. Eventually, alone, unaided, the Elemental Lord falls.

The group makes hate to the Observatory. The Spawn of Acamar are terrible creatures, their very presence rots flesh and shatters bone and their claws leave wounds that refuse to heal. The Dreadwraiths possible exceptional stealth, strike without warning and leave the dead in their wake. Unfortunately for them they have not before confronted the rage of three demigods and they are destroyed before they can cause much trouble.

The forces of Chaos redouble their attacks on the library outside. Explosions rip through the building showering the group with rubble and flame but they make haste to confront the Archons. Realising that they are dealing with mercenaries they decide to try negotiation rather than violence. Morn takes the lead, stressing how easily they have already dispatched their comrades. The Archons are unimpressed, they are powerful nobles amongst their own kind and hard to sway, at least until the group play the “Slayers of Sopias” card. That gets their attention and a bargain is struck. The Archons swiftly change sides, offering their services in the coming war at the End of Time in exchange for riches and wealth.

As the negotiations conclude a siren begins to sounds. The voice of the Curator calls the group back to the Core. The Unfettered God, leader of the attacking army has reached the Library’s heart while the defenders have been distracted and is taking control of its defensive systems. The group turn and sprint towards the Core but not without obstacles.

Scene 3: the Unfettered God Revealed

First he tries to seal the Towers of the Library, leaving the group stranded far from the Core but Morn manages to hold them open long enough to get through. As they make their way across the narrow silver bridges between the towers of the Library an explosion shatters the bridge but Artemis swiftly bypasses it with some handy acrobatics. As they enter the Tower of Sorcery they are confronted by arcane powers gone wild, the presence of so much Chaos has set fire and lightning racing through the chamber. Azhanti steps forward and, as Avatar of the Stormlord, absorbs the energy running through the Tower. The path to the Core is open to them and they can see The Unfettered God stood beneath the ancient stone arch. He brings his power to bear upon them, he can bring release from bondage but he can also chain the will of the weak. Morn struggles under his influence, his mind rebelling at the thought of servitude once again and he casts off the mental influence. Thrown back the Unfettered God seals the doors to the Core so that he can complete his work without interference. Unfortunately he does not account for Artemis and a hail of arrows shatters the ancient bronze doors spewing fragments of molten metal across the room.

Morn is once more face to face with The Unfettered God and his mind drifts back to their first encounter. He could not have been more than 20 years old, a tattooed body slave of a Tiefling Princess. He had learned of a secret cult that could provide freedom for slaves and had followed them to their underground temple. Chained to an altar the face of the God appeared in the smoke and incense which surrounded him. It swore and oath, a bargain was struck between them and he was free.

Now that creature, which had so betrayed him, stood before him in the flesh. “Morn, it has been too long since last we met. It is good to see you again.” Morn is in no mood for pleasantries and charges, straight into a Wall of Force protecting the God and the control panel he is working on. “It saddens me that you would act so. After all, in a very real sense I am your father. If not for my help you would still be slave to a spoiled princess. If not for the hatred my betrayal put into your heart you would not have had the strength to bring yourself to the very brink of Ascension. We might have done great things together. I regret that it has to come to this.” With that he takes from his pocket a small metal cube covered with densely packed silver runes. Placing it on the control panel it begins to flash with a kaleidoscope of colours. “Now I must complete my task, my master requires the information contained in the Library and I cannot permit you to impede me”

The group move to attack but before they can do so two enormous golems emerge from the shadows. Composed of great masses of chains they charge into the midst of the group but prove annoyingly ineffective (they would have been more effective if I had remembered their auto damage aura more than once). However, they do delay things and as the battle continues the Unfettered God puts his mental abilities to work turning friend against friend. First Artemis and then Morn find themselves subject to his compulsions and things look like they may get out of hand. However, Morn is able to shatter the Wall of Force by drawing on the power of the Hammer and then it is open season. The Curator is also able to help, empowering the group with the Libraries defensive systems.

The Unfettered God quickly finds himself assailed and on the back foot but time is ticking away as the cube does its work. Artemis breaks off for a second to try and delay it while Azhanti and Morn corner the desperate Lord of Chaos. A blow from Morn drives him to one knee and he pleads for quarter. None is forthcoming so he does the only thing a Lord of Chaos can do when facing destruction, he runs away grabbing the partially filled cube en route. He almost makes it, reaching the doors to the central Core of the Library before Artemis pins him to it with a trio of magically enhanced arrows.

Defeated the Unfettered God twists in agony as Morn approaches. He grabs the back of his head and twists savagely bringing up the sharpened haft of his Hammer. “When your soul passes into the nether realms of Chaos tell the Beast this, we run no longer” and with that he drives the spike into his throat tearing off his head.

Silence descends on the Library broken only by the clicking and whirring of metal gears as the Curator rights himself. “The armies are retreating, the Library is secure, how may I serve you Masters?”

*cut scene*

In the remnants of an ancient palace, part of a civilisation long since gone, the people of the City of Sarind have made their homes. On the southern coast of Frigia, the northernmost continent, Sarind is the strongest of the coastal city states. Settled long ago by travellers from the south the city states lie far from the home of Morns people. Here the Pontiffs, Dukes, Prelates and Princes have gathered to discuss a grand alliance to meet the war they know is coming. As they argue amongst themselves the room is filled with golden light and a figure appears floating above them. Clothed all in golden mail, with a veil of golden chains the figure bears a staff of office embossed with the symbol of Reptos.

Weapons are drawn and several of those present charge the figure. Their bodies explode into flames as they touch her. “I am the Herald of Reptos, to harm me is death. You have been chosen by the Emperor of the World to serve in his cause. You will tithe one half of your people to my Master’s army. I will return in three days, you will comply or be destroyed!” and with that she fades away.

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