Session 015: Sartorial Sanguinity

The session begins with a few errands; Zenith visits the Ember Tower a few times, successfully and not so successfully obtaining some new spells from the spellbooks in the collection. Tal inquires about how to join the order. Mohr reserves a diamond. Jack spends some time with his family. Aphid, with some help from Bramble the Mouse, tracks down a stray calico cat that goes by Whiskers. He then belatedly realizes that the advertisement had little (if any) identifying information about either owner or cat. He resorts to posting a reply notice on the notice board asking the owner to come retrieve Whiskers from the inn by asking for Aphid Lukot.   Finally, Zenith Sends some emotional messages and everyone prepares to head to the Den of Sanguinity for the evening’s festivities. On their way out, Aphid is stopped by the innkeep, who tells him that two people asked for him that day and one was still there. Aphid eventually determines that this gnomish woman does not, in fact, own Whiskers or even know anything about cats. She spins a story about trying to impress a woman that’s into cats. The woman confirms Aphid’s name and hustles out, embarrassed, while Aphid suggests looking at a shelter for a cat.   The North Wind later arrives at the Den of Sanguinity, with plenty of time to be briefed on security procedure before the start of the event. Lady Vongvilay instructs them to post up at the entrances to the ballroom and look amazing as her guests arrive. The group uses their combined expertise to remember what they can about vampires… not that the Vongvilays or their guests are vampires of course. What a ridiculous idea. The late night event continues to be set up by a legion of servants as the North Wind takes up strategic positions.   The event begins with the appropriate amount of pomp and circumstance. The elegant guests arrive within an elaborate teleportation circle at the front of the ballroom. They lounge about the room, chatting and drinking dark red cocktails. Lady and Lord Vongvilay, both dressed to the nines and gliding through the room without effort.   It is only two hours in when Mohr hears footsteps overhead. Overhead, where she knows there is only roof...