Session 29: When you wish in Eveningstar

General Summary

The party stood at the top of Tessaril’s Tower in Eveningstar, in her bedroom at the top of the tower, carefully hunting down anything hidden behind before making their way down to the next level. They found a corridor with no doors leading to a storeroom, looted and rifled through. A secret door led to an arcane laboratory, but the commotion caught the attention of something outside the doors.
  Thump. Thump.
  Shadows passed under the door. The party quickly realised these were simply zombies, nothing to worry about, and set about using a hidden wardrobe exit from this room and the main door to stage an immediate surprise pincer attack.
  The attack was massively successful. The zombies fell quickly, but strange piles of bones lay in the corners. Without distraction, the party focused on the undead, but each time one fell, the weave shimmered and fluxed, and something strange would happen. One by one, Shadow became poisoned, until the largest of the zombies fell and fire gathered around it. Motes of flame coalesced into a Fireball. Phooom. The room was engulfed in fire.
  Leaving swiftly, more zombies came up the stairs. As they fell, one was reincarnated, rising again, only to be transported to the celestial realm as it died.
  Using Lucky’s tressym, they scouted ahead. Bedroom doors thumped with the sounds of zombies within. Piles of bones, both small and large, lay ready to be shaped into more chaotic guardians. Finally, a floating figure blocked the stairs down.
  At the foot of the stairs a Guardian of Faith shimmered in chaotic colours, blocking the way to a group of townsfolk prostrate in worship before a preacher delivering a sermon about standing brave against the intruders. The preacher greeted them warmly at first, but became less friendly upon noticing the tattoo of Helm upon Solas’ head.
  “Let me enlighten your friends. Helm does not guard the innocent, he guards the charge. Whether saviour or slaver, whether the prison holds monsters or martyrs, he blesses the watchman who never leaves his post. He is the god of the torturer in the gaol, the lord’s guard who keeps the poor penned behind their walls. So long as they hold the line, they are Helm’s chosen.”
  He went on to elaborate on how Helm’s “chosen” assisted Amn in their conquering of Maztica, going so far as to establish Helmsport to subjugate the natives and create a rule of law that favoured only Amnians.
  The words clearly got to Solas, who braved the Guardian and faced the preacher. Further cultists slunk out of the shadows and counterspelled the first volley.
  Thus battle was joined. The commoners were put to sleep, and the preacher and Solas locked in combat, sneering and taunting each other with waggled fingers as neither could land decisive blows. Bob swung his axe, felling cultist and commoner alike. After each spell, the weave shifted again, wild magic erupting in unpredictable ways. One cultist grew to giant size, another sprouted a third eye, and a third could teleport at will. Magic missiles appeared from nowhere and struck Shadow. Eventually, a unicorn was summoned and fought beside the cultists in fear, lashing out at all in reach.
  The unicorn looked upon a fallen Shadow, teleported, and sought to finish the job. In those dying moments, Bob screamed a threat, and in the depths of unconsciousness Shadow pulled back from the darkness and breathed again. His wounds, fearful of the angry Bob, seemed to shrink back, bringing him to consciousness.
  The Guardians rallied and brought down the confused unicorn. They looked around at a hallway filled with blood and corpses, the echoes of battle still lingering in the air.
In September we pick up again to find the Guaridans in the.. Malyk of it....