Game-Summaries:12/28/2018 Recollections

Ekerati's Dawnspeech

it is dawn on Interdie, the day between years, New Year's Day, marking the separation of the year 346 and 347 of the Common Era.

As all Magisters here are aware now, this is also the day of the "assault," but no intelligence has been forthcoming. You are all awakened as the sun rises by your rings pulsing a golden hue. This is your second interdie as a magister, you know now that this pulse is beckoning all magisters to the Grand Hall.

Ekerati, Grandmaster Metaphysicae stands at the podium atop the main stage in the Grand Hall. The entirety of the Magistery's leadership is seated behind him, headmasters, grandmasters, the color guard, and a strangely familiar looking woman in a gilded dress.

Ekerati begins with no preamble

"Our spies inform us that the enemy prepares two fronts to attack at sundown, during the short time when the protective enchantments on this city are weakest."

"Every New Year's Day we have but one duty as Magisters: keep the city safe during this vulnerable period, and while it only lasts for a few hours, it presents a window of opportunity for would-be attackers to take advantage of our weakened defenses. No attack has ever succeeded against this jewel of the world, and this day will be no different!"

"Until now intelligence has been compartmentalized. We are expecting a double envelopment. From the sea to the west, a siege with the ultimate goal to destroy the ultraforce cannon to allow for a prolonged battle. From the east, an army of undead has begun to march."

"While they mean to attack this city, their true objective still eludes us. There is something we are missing, and so information is key, every single one of you has been given a direct chain of command on how and where to share this information. Our enemies will play their hand eventually, and we will strike back with precision and efficiency, a special thank you to the greens and reds who have coordinated this effort."

"Evacuating the city is not an option, but a special defensive company comprised of all houses will be warding the hospitals and schools to serve as bunkers."

Ekerati looks out at the crowd, as if noticing it for the first time and sees what you see, uncertainty and unabashed fear across the sea of faces. He sighs a weighty breath. "You have your orders."

Ekerati turns back to face the rest of the Magistery leadership, you see reassuring nods and stern faces. The woman sitting among them stands and gestures for Ekerati to sit in her place. She approaches the podium moving with the grace of a rogue and the flourish of a bard. There is an ineffable power and warm kinship radiating from her penetrating your very soul, and as she begins to speak the crowd hushes.

"Ekerati, thine heart be true. I shalt sue for peace, but our foe is corrupt. Thither a blackness. A void at their core. Wend forth, I giveth thee mine invocana."

Her voice is like an echo of the past heard through a horn of the future, formless and rigid all at once. She waves her hand in a fluid motion towards you and gold glitters from the ceiling and falls like snow across the chamber. The act seems drain the woman completely of energy, though she retains a motherly smile.

An ephemeral warmth washes over you and though you're not quite sure what it was, you feel just a bit lucky.

Ci's Inspirational Breakfast

The members of The Eternal Order have gathered at Shanjiu Keep to break their fast on the morning of the Assault. Throughout the meal, Jeroy and Loco are engaged in a quiet, though animated conversation. Jeroy can be seen shaking his head vigorously, while Loco seems to be making a case for some action. Jeroy and Loco both pause to raise large spoons of porridge to their mouths and Ci, sitting nearby begins to speak quietly.

"A Master was walking through the fields one day when a young man, a troubled look upon his face, approached him. "On such a beautiful day, it must be difficult to stay so serious," the Master said. "Is it? I hadn't noticed," the young man said, turning to look around and notice his surroundings. His eyes scanned the landscape, but nothing seemed to register; his mind elsewhere. Watching intently, the Master continued to walk. "Join me if you like."

The Master walked to the edge of a still pond, framed by trees, their leaves golden orange and about to fall. "Please sit down," the Master invited, patting the ground next to him. Looking carefully before sitting, the young man brushed the ground to clear a space for himself. "Now, find a small stone, please," the Master instructed. "What?" "A stone. Please find a small stone and throw it in the pond." Searching around him, the young man grabbed a pebble and threw it as far as he could. "Tell me what you see," the Master instructed.

Straining his eyes to not miss a single detail, the man looked at the water's surface. "I see ripples." "Where did the ripples come from?" "From the pebble I threw in the pond, Master." "Please reach your hand into the water and stop the ripples," the Master asked. Not understanding, the young man stuck his hand in the water as a ripple neared, only to cause more ripples. The young man was now completely baffled. Where was this going? Had he made a mistake in seeking out the Master? After all he was not a student, perhaps he could not be helped? Puzzled, the young man waited.

"Were you able to stop the ripples with your hands?" the Master asked. "No, of course not." "Could you have stopped the ripples, then?" "No, Master. I told you I only caused more ripples." "What if you had stopped the pebble from entering the water to begin with?" The Master smiled such a beautiful smile; the young man could not be upset. "Next time you are unhappy with your life, catch the stone before it hits the water.

Do not spend time trying to undo what you have done. Rather, change what you are going to do before you do it." The Master looked kindly upon the young man. "But Master, how will I know what I am going to do before I do it?" "Take the responsibility for living your own life. If you're working with a doctor to treat an illness, then ask the doctor to help you understand what caused the illness. Do not just treat the ripples. Keep asking questions." The young man stopped, his mind reeling. "But I came to you to ask you for answers. Are you saying that I know the answers?" "You may not know the answers right now, but if you ask the right questions, then you shall discover the answers."

But what are the right questions, Master?"

Ci pauses a moment, looks towards his friend Jeroy, and places a hand on his shoulder.

"There are no wrong questions, only unasked ones. We must ask, for without asking, we cannot receive answers. But it is your responsibility to ask. No one else can do that for you."

With that Ci goes back to eating quietly. Both Jeroy and Loco look at each other for a moment and then with a sigh, they both rise to speak...

Loco stands to speak,

"Jeroy brought me a construct to inspect. A metal Automaton. The metal was forged with the Dragon Forge that was destroyed by the staff. I know that Velah was involved and that she escaped. The Vault of Night remains locked. There are several things I found after inspecting the machine and consulting the Archives. 1) The machine bears the Maker's Mark of Urza of Dominaria. An Artificer of great renown and Planeswalker. 2) The Dragon Forge is powered by dragons to craft items that will move the worlds events to adhere to The Draconic Prophecy. 3) The machine is powered by Dragonshards. 4) Dragonshards resemble our Khyber Crystals. The questions I have are thus: 1) How are Urza and the Dragona related? 2) What role do both play in the Draconic Prophecy? 3) What is the Draconic Prophecy? 4) Where is Velah now? Agents of the Draconic Propehcy bear the Dragonmark which gives them power to act for the good of the prophecy. Dragonshards give them the power to do so. I've exhausted the Archives and have a sneaking suspicion that we can only solve this problem by comparing notes. Also, I'm very stressed and have not pooped since Jeroy told me.

Zanna comes up to Loco shaken with tears in her eyes:

"Loco, I have recently found out that I am the Scion of Urza and I bear Urza's Font. I can take a look at this if it help...."

svyas [4:25 PM]

"Yes Zanna that would be very helpful." says Loco. "Wow, a Scion of Urza. Any information you can tell me about Urza will also help me. I have so many other questions. But I'll save them for later. This takes precedence."

"Oh yes," Zanna replies "He was n Artificer of great renown. I believe this device might be one of his creations"

As Zanna approaches the giant mechanical apparatus you see a spark of recognition flicker across her face, and she reaches inside the chest cavity. At her touch, the golem hisses, steam shoots from vents, and the chest opens like a butterfly. One by one each component of the golem opens in kind, and you see it for what it truly is, some kind of masterfully crafted arcanomechanical armor.

This armor still needs to be "charged" or powered up to be useful. We would need some kind of magical charging device.

Zanna muses. Jeroy interjects

"We need to figure out how to defeat one of these, I have a feeling we will be seeing a lot of them"

Ci interjects "I believe the ley line infuser might be useful here... If this armor, and the discs we found, need to be charged"

"I'll get the infuser" says Jeroy and sprints towards the Portal to the Magistery

avi [7:07 PM] Yeah drag it to the artificery and try it

svyas [7:09 PM] Someone help me lug this thing over please.

jimmguion [7:10 PM] CI helps Loco move the armor to the artificery

svyas [7:13 PM] Loco claps his hands together. Alright let's light this beauty up. (do I have to roll anything?)

avi [7:18 PM] As Loco spins up the ley line infusor, first the innermost ring begins spinning until it becomes just a glimmer, then the next ring, and finally the last ring in a golden whirring globe, the center light grows brighter and brighter, aiming the infusor at the dragonshard disc and releasing the energy the entire suit of armor begins to come alive. The eyes glow a bright blue hue and the center chest opening glows brightest of all.

Zanna looks at the armor and then looks at Loco "Well, jump in tiny one. Only a true artificer can wear this armor"

`Loco has unlocked Urza's Arcanomechanical Armor` https://www.dndbeyond.com/magic-items/363347-urzas-arcanomechanical-armor Because of how many moving parts this armor has and the complexity of operation, it requires three attunement slots dedicated to it to be used effectively. For anyone not attuned to it, the armor's charged abilities do not function.

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