Session 6, Mellaril

Terribly sorry to have skipped over our previous adventures, involving as they did a devastated and abandoned gnomish village, demented dolls and their more demented master, Zul’gath internal politics, a mimic, and The Ropers. (Younger races may miss this reference.) Oh, and a jointly hallucinated purple worm who spoke Dwarfish, caused real earthquakes, and seemed to be an old friend of King Taargick.

On to matters that I know will truly interest you: the party. Through our aforementioned interference in Xulgath politics, we found ourselves in possession of “Glassgrinder’s” clan dagger, albeit in two parts, one of which is possessed by the spirit of a gnome sociopath alchemist from the aforementioned village. We made some inquiries into cleansing it, but at the party we were busy canvassing support for getting “Glassgrinder” back into his clan. It turns out that he's named Krohan and he’s a Tolorr, specifically Bulgra’s grandson.

I tackled Bulgra herself. Many people are terrified of her, but she's really a sweetheart, especially after you have experienced Queen Telandia’s court. Anyway, I got off on the wrong foot, but was soon able to recover by pivoting to praise for the arrangements and sympathy for the amount of work. (Telandia would have smiled politely and been utterly unmoved.) By the end of it she was almost in tears at the prospect of welcoming back her grandson. The rest of us managed quite nicely to get some more of the VIPs on board: a visiting Iruxi dignitary with a penchant for jokes; Roshan Coppervein, a Blue Warden; and our old friend Ria from the archives. Unfortunately, N'drak banged his head or its cap against a real stick in the mud: the old cleric, Ygrin Oathcarver, practically a reincarnation of that awful ghost priest we met. Seems that Roshan married one of his children for whom he had other plans. Ygrin made himself so objectionable to her that he was thrown out. Can you imagine? A wastrel younger sibling with no head for alcohol might get themselves thrown out of one of our major public functions, but a priest of the Conclave?

Well, it all turned out well for Krohan, who is back in the bosom of his clan, and for us, as we are tasked with investigating this beard clip in my ponytail and Ætoin's bit of armor. Evidently these are relics of King Taargick! Mine does seem to be talking to me a bit. Have I mentioned that? Unfortunately, it “talks” like a group of politely arguing dwarves, so it's hard to make much sense of it.

We have been finding out all sorts of things that are a bit embarrassing for the official histories. So far, nobody has made a serious effort to shut us up, but we'll see.