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There was no arena and no Deathmatch this time. Flynry, Elianna, Toddleheim and their new and not-quite-trusted companion Cerys were granted an audience with the rulers of the city of the dead, and they left with a quest, a mystery about the king and a pair of hand-made keepsakes. The session ended in a frozen realm on the far side of a mirror, with a dragon’s blood spilling over its own gold.

The Story

An Audience with the Dead

Cerys led the way into the throne room and bowed. On the thrones sat two figures. The king was ancient and frail, slumped “like a statue” under a crown that seemed too heavy for him, his eyes clouded white. Beside him sat the queen, older but upright and healthy, wearing a crown of soul gems that glowed a brilliant pale jade green. She greeted Cerys as an old acquaintance: “It has been some time since you graced this hall. Hundreds of years, if I recall.” She remembered welcoming Cerys into the city, and she noted that Cerys had brought “new visitors, new residents, perhaps.” To Flynry, “residents” sounded very permanent.

Cerys vouched for the newcomers she had “found out in the sands,” though she hesitated first, remembering how rocky their first meeting had been. Then she realized the only name she knew was Elianna’s, and she stepped back. Elianna introduced “my lovely companions, Flynry and Toddleheim,” curtsied awkwardly, and added, for reasons she never explained, “Sandsickness, Your Majesty.”

The queen named herself Cantressa and her husband Quintol, and told them that as long as they lived in the city they would abide by its laws. When Elianna asked what the laws were, the answer was not reassuring: “Well, we don’t really write them down too often, but use your best judgment.” Anyone who caused trouble would be made an outlander, condemned to wander the sands forever. “This is a place of peace. This is a place for those with integrity.”

She asked what they sought, since everyone who came to the city carried shattered dreams from their past life. Flynry’s answer was two words long: “To leave.” Cantressa chuckled. Leaving was not so easy, she said, and they shared the same dream. When Flynry said he was guided by the truth because things here were not always as they seemed, she agreed:

“This is a place of reflections. And a land of broken mirrors and shattered dreams.” (Queen Cantressa)

She liked them, she decided, because they dreamed bigger than the newcomers who only wanted a home or a family. The plane’s ancient myths spoke of an item her mages and scholars believed could help: The Orrery of Dreams, said to deliver whatever you wanted most and perhaps “a way out of this plane, back to the living.” She hoped to lead her whole people home. When Toddleheim pressed her on how many could actually go, she admitted she didn’t know: “Maybe it’s one. Maybe it’s a hundred. Maybe it’s the five of us. Six. Yeah, five of us.” No one at court had ever seen the Orrery. It lay in “an adjacent realm,” and many had tried to retrieve it.

What the Sword Saw

Elianna then asked Flynry to help with her bag, which she claimed was stuck. She turned him so his back faced the queen and used the moment to peek at the throne in the reflection of his sword. She spotted everything. In the reflection, King Quintol was a young man: black-haired and full-bearded, with a robust stomach, dressed in fine silver armor and grinning over a goblet of wine like a warrior enjoying his own palace. Queen Cantressa’s reflection was exactly the same as the woman on the throne.

After an awkward pause Flynry produced the book (“Boy, that was really stuck in there. Here you go.”), and Elianna quietly sketched what she had seen. Flynry then addressed the king directly. For the smallest moment the old man broke his trance, turned wide-eyed toward him with a flicker of recognition, and then slumped back. Cantressa explained that the king had suffered “sand sickness.” He had gone looking for the Orrery himself, “and this is how he was returned to me.” Elianna, reading the queen perfectly for a second time running, judged that she was telling the truth, but that there was more going unsaid.

A Night in the Palace

Servants led the party to a grand chamber with beds, a fire in the hearth and food laid out, and told them to ring the bell on the door when they were ready to leave. Flynry had spent untold years in the waste with no need to eat. He picked up a piece of food, held it as if he’d forgotten what it was for, smelled it and took a bite. It was sweet, maybe the best thing he had ever tasted. He could eat and taste here, and he sat down to his first real moment of rest in perhaps a hundred years.

Toddleheim tried to reassure Elianna, who had been frightened of him. Then he raised a suspicion: “sand sickness” kept coming up as an excuse, yet Flynry had lived here for centuries and was perfectly fine. They studied her drawing of the king (“Very robust belly on that man”; “He is, as some would call, a big boy”) and agreed that it was strange for such a warrior to come back in such a state. When Toddleheim promised more adventures, his eyes flashed yellow, and Elianna clutched her book to her chest.

They also talked about Cerys, who sat at the far end of the table eating delicately with not a care in the world. When Elianna asked why Cerys had been attacked, Toddleheim had a simple answer: “Well, they were dicks, weren’t they?” When Elianna worried she had been too gentle with the attackers she’d put to sleep, Flynry told her that if she wanted to cut their throats in their sleep, no one would think less of her: “Maybe not so enthusiastic next time.” Then he asked Cerys outright where she stood. She wanted out as badly as they did, she said, and her good standing came from having “taken care of various outlanders” for the queen. He believed her. “Looks like our adventures are about to continue, old friend,” Flynry told Toddleheim. “Just like old times, eh?”

Before they slept, Elianna did something quietly lovely. She had been carrying the sand remains of Flynry and Toddleheim’s late friend. Knowing that heated sand makes glass, she melted it in a stone cup in the fireplace and cast two small remembrance stones: rough, shiny ovals with a faint echo of the soul gems traded in the city. Flynry took her hand: “Thank you for keeping what’s left of her safe for so long.” He wore his stone on a leather strap around his neck. Toddleheim, tearing up, pocketed his: “I do truly appreciate this, Elianna.”

Through the Looking Glass

In the morning, servants guided them through labyrinthine halls to an iron door. They did not see the queen. Behind the door was an eerily familiar sight: a long hallway of floating mirrors, much like the one in the Grandmaster’s Dread Fortress. Each mirror led to a realm, a servant explained, and theirs was “a reflection of the living world. Not quite the living world, but not quite here either.”

Toddleheim pointed out that “the last time I used one of these mirrors, I was brutally murdered.” The servant had no idea what he meant and left, closing the doors behind him. Flynry warned the group that in the last hall of mirrors he had caused Toddleheim and Locket great distress, and they had saved him. Since Cerys seemed so confident, he suggested she go first. “Fine. I will be the first one to go then.” Her reflection showed her standing in snow and ruins, and then she was simply gone. Elianna noted there was “no sand on the floor, so… She’s not dead,” and followed her. Flynry and Toddleheim went last, together.

Up the Mountain

They emerged among snow-covered ruins, with stairs climbing a mountainside through the trees. “Well, I guess the queen could have told us to pack a coat,” said Flynry. Toddleheim asked whether anybody had asked how to get back. The mirror had crumbled into sand and then snow. Toddleheim suggested saying the city’s name, and Cerys thought that since it had worked elsewhere, it might work here too. Flynry’s power over sand did nothing to snow (“It’s just snow, dog”). His sword still burned, but it no longer worked as a compass the way it had in the sands.

No one actually knew what an orrery looked like. Cerys was sure “when we see it, we’ll know,” and Flynry pointed out that if it was the color of snow, they were screwed. Toddleheim recalled that orreries were mechanical, often rings and orbs, used to discern natural phenomena.

They climbed for hours, past the last carved steps and up to a glacial peak, where a cave mouth was walled off by thick blue ice. Flynry, who had never felt his own sword’s heat, waved it at the wall and watched it melt. Toddleheim pressed his hands to the ice and unleashed a sheet of flame, and together they cut a doorway.

The Dragon’s Hoard

Inside, golden glints became piles of treasure, chests and armor. Then came the sound of wings. “This is a Hobbit situation,” said Toddleheim. A large dragon dropped into the hoard, splashing gold everywhere, and breathed a blast of freezing cold. Elianna, with little battle experience, took the full force of it and was knocked on her ass. The breath also struck the doorway behind them and froze it shut. “So we’re not going to run is what you’re telling me,” said Flynry.

Toddleheim gathered blue energy into a ball of light and hurled it at the beast. Its wings cracked and shrank as it dwindled, though “not as small as I would like.” Flynry was impressed: “All right, now that’s a head I can chop off.” Thinking fast, Flynry conjured an illusion of Kenny, one-armed as they had last seen him, gleefully stuffing gold from a chest into his pockets. The dragon took the bait. Elianna tried to banish it and failed, so she patched herself up, and Cerys healed her with a touch before drawing her blade, pointing it at the dragon and marking it as her prey.

The dragon finally found “Kenny” and stomped. Ice rained down through the illusion, and the furious beast turned on Cerys, but it slipped on its own shifting gold and missed. Toddleheim scorched it with fire and then took his werewolf form. Flynry’s burning greatsword bit deep into its leg and left it bloodied, though the punches he followed up with both missed (“I knew I should have kept the sword out”). Elianna summoned a spectral winged centaur to hover over Flynry and wrapped him in warm, glowing light.

Then Cerys stepped in beside Flynry and landed a perfect strike. She gave Flynry a little smirk and drove her blade into the dragon’s neck, and the same divine light he had seen when he first met her flashed again. The dragon’s blood poured over the gold, and before it could hit the ground, it turned to snow. The Orrery was still nowhere to be found.

Notable Moments

  • Elianna’s bag “got stuck” so she could read the king’s true reflection in Flynry’s sword: a young, robust warrior with a goblet of wine.
  • Flynry ate for the first time in ages and discovered he could taste.
  • Elianna turned their late friend’s sand into two glass remembrance stones.
  • The dragon’s icy breath refroze the door the party had just melted, trapping everyone inside.
  • An illusory Kenny, one-armed and greedy, distracted the dragon long enough for the party to rally.
  • Cerys finished the dragon with a smirk and a flash of divine light, and it turned to snow.

Memorable Quotes

  • Queen Cantressa: “Well, we don’t really write them down too often, but use your best judgment.”
  • Flynry: “To leave.”
  • Queen Cantressa: “Maybe it’s one. Maybe it’s a hundred. Maybe it’s the five of us. Six. Yeah, five of us.”
  • Elianna: “He is, as some would call, a big boy.”
  • Flynry: “Thank you for keeping what’s left of her safe for so long.”
  • Toddleheim: “The last time I used one of these mirrors, I was brutally murdered.”
  • Flynry: “Well, I guess the queen could have told us to pack a coat.”
  • Flynry: “All right, now that’s a head I can chop off.”

Who and What Appears

Characters

Queen Cantressa (Mudcat), queen of the city of the dead.

  • Older, silver-white hair, poised and healthy-looking. Her crown is made of glowing jade-green soul gems.
  • Her reflection matches her exactly.
  • Welcomed Cerys into the city hundreds of years ago.
  • Wants to leave the plane and “deliver my people back to the living.” Sends the party for the Orrery of Dreams.
  • Laws are unwritten. Troublemakers are made outlanders and wander the sands forever.
  • Elianna senses she is truthful but holding things back.

King Quintol (spelled “Quentil” once by Mudcat). Very old and frail, with cataracts, sitting statue-like.

  • His reflection is a young, black-haired, bearded, robust warrior in fine silver armor, cheerful with a goblet of wine.
  • Per Cantressa, he went searching for the Orrery himself and “was returned to me” with sand sickness.
  • He showed a flicker of recognition when Flynry addressed him.

Cerys (speaker 04). Newcomer to the party, called “glowing one” by Flynry.

  • Was welcomed into the city hundreds of years ago and is on good terms with the queen. She has “taken care of various outlanders for her.”
  • She was being attacked by outlanders when the party found her.
  • Wants out of the plane. She didn’t know who made the realm.
  • Wields a blade with divine light: Lay on Hands, Hunter’s Mark, Divine Smite.
  • Went through the mirror first and killed the ice dragon.

Flynry (BdTeej).

  • Has been in the waste for possibly a hundred years or more. He ate for the first time in ages and found he could taste.
  • Distrusts Cerys. Calls Toddleheim “old friend.”
  • Wears Elianna’s glass remembrance stone on a leather strap around his neck.
  • His sword ignites in the mirror realm but has lost its compass quality. His sand powers don’t work on snow.
  • Fights with greatsword and monk strikes, and cast the Kenny illusion.
  • Remembers causing Toddleheim and Locket distress in an earlier hall of mirrors, and that they saved him.

Elianna (ParallaxStella).

  • A book-carrying scholar who draws.
  • Secretly viewed the royals’ reflections in Flynry’s sword.
  • Put attackers to sleep in an earlier fight.
  • Made the two remembrance stones from the sand remains of the party’s friend.
  • In the fight: Banishment (failed), Healing Word, Guardian of Faith (a winged spectral centaur), Shield of Faith (a glowing cross).

Toddleheim (Ahnubyss).

  • Wizard and dwarf with mason’s tools and a “little hat.” He can become a werewolf, and his eyes flash yellow.
  • Elianna has been scared of him. Flynry: “he’s a wolf.”
  • Says he was “brutally murdered” the last time he used one of these mirrors.
  • Flagged the sand-sickness pattern.
  • Keeps his remembrance stone in his pocket.
  • In the fight: shrank the dragon with Reduce, then Fire Bolt and werewolf form.

The servant(s) (Mudcat). Led the party to the mirror. Has never been through one himself and knew nothing of mirror murders.

The ice dragon (Mudcat). A large dragon with an ice breath that also resealed the cave mouth, lair actions (falling icicles), and a strong Charisma save. Killed by Cerys, and turned to snow before hitting the ground.

Kenny. Appears only as Flynry’s illusion: one-armed, greedily pocketing gold.

The party’s dead friend (“her”). Their sand remains were carried by Elianna and made into the stones. Not named in this episode.

Locket. Mentioned by Flynry as having helped save him earlier. Not present as a character here.

Places

  • The city of the dead: ruled by Cantressa and Quintol. “A place of peace… for those with integrity.” Its name is not spoken here.
  • The palace: throne room, guest chambers with a bell to summon servants, labyrinthine halls, an iron-doored room.
  • The hall of floating mirrors in the palace, similar to the one in the Grandmaster’s Dread Fortress. Its mirrors lead to realms.
  • The mirror realm: “a reflection of the living world. Not quite the living world, but not quite here either.”
  • The snowy mountain ruins: stairs up the mountainside to a glacial peak.
  • The ice cave: sealed by blue ice, with a dragon’s hoard of gold, chests and armor.
  • “The sands” / the waste, where outlanders wander.

Items

  • The Orrery of Dreams: rumored to grant what you want most and perhaps a way back to the living. Location: “an adjacent realm.” Never seen by the court. Expected to be mechanical (rings and orbs).
  • Soul gems: in the queen’s crown and traded in the city.
  • The two glass remembrance stones: rough, reflective ovals with a faint soul-gem echo.
  • Flynry’s flaming sword: showed the king’s true reflection.
  • The dragon’s hoard.

Lore statements

  • In the city of the dead, newcomers are said to have “shattered dreams from their past life.”
  • The plane is “a place of reflections… a land of broken mirrors and shattered dreams.”
  • “Sand sickness” is blamed for decline, but Flynry has lived there for ages without it.
  • Things that die in the sands leave sand. Elianna reads “no sand on the floor” as proof Cerys wasn’t killed by the mirror. In the snow realm the mirror and the dragon become snow.
  • Reflections can show a truer or past self (the king). Some reflections don’t change (the queen).
  • Saying the city’s name worked as a way to travel “in the other location,” per Cerys.
  • Many have tried to retrieve the Orrery.

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