Containment Breached. Activating Protocols.

Containment Breached. Activating Protocols. is a nonfiction one-shot ran by Keiran.  

Party

Magnolia

Furnace

?, played by Sindri

It is a well accepted truth in the Church of Azuth that scholars are not fighters. The archivists are capable of quite a bit - the containment of magical resources, the immaculate storage system of the archives, and magical items that have been acquired through many adventurer’s quests – but they still find the need of assistance from those more capable when things go awry. You’d gotten a frantic Sending spell from the head archivist, Corda Von Strika, the words cracked and fuzzy as if it was a miracle the spell had even gone off, and yet amplified across the country to find its place in all of your heads.   “Something has gone terribly wrong. The containment has been breached. Something is coming. I- We need assistance. Church of Azuth. Acropolis. Please, we’re not-”   The spell ends in incoherent screaming, the screams overlaid with quiet laughter and a mocking, incoherent voice. The ringing in your ears remains, a quiet hum that urges you forth to the church to uncover the horrors that await.

  The party begins outside of the Church of Azuth in Acropolis, having briefly known each other in one way or another but converging for the first time all together at the church. With a buzzing in their ears ever increasing, they enter the Church to find it an amalgamation of unreality. The floor feels like its shifting underneath of them, their footing is never stable, and they see a warped worship area ahead of them. Hallways upon hallways and doorways leading to nowhere, they continue forward, finding information linking the disturbance to The Fey High Council and a title on the pages that the fey-inclined of the party know of, but don’t know: The Shaper of Flesh.   They continue forward and hear the smashing of buttons and a door opening and closing with a buzzing sound. They enter what they know, thanks to a map, to be the equivalent of the surveillance room. There’s a broken observation window and two constructs banging away at various panels. One of them seems to be a heavy lifter, big and imposing, and the other, while still large, seems to be a flyer to grab books and arcanely powered through purple magic. The hulking figure clocks the party and becomes hostile, shouting “Intruder. Intruder. Intruder.” Combat ensues, and the party destroys the constructs. Not long after, they hear a voice in their heads from what appears to be lumps of flesh from down in the observed area. It tells them to leave, that their creator will not be pleased if they impede their escape. The party hops down to the floor below and combat ensues between two hunks of flesh that seem to have the ability to send them into confusing spirals and the sheer energy of the creatures warps the very space they live in. Combat ensues, and towards the end, Corda von Strika appears over an opposing observation deck, casting a mass cure wounds on the party before falling unconscious again.   The party succeeds, and after a not-so-friendly conversation with Corda, they part ways again, heading off to their own adventures. Planewarden Magna gives her mother a status update, and the one-shots ends with the Planewarden beginning an intense conversation about what the hell just happened with The Scoundrel of Avarice and The Windcaller.