A Path Through Madness
Thirtieth Day of the Eight Month 292 AC
Moving swiftly as you can, you grab a tattered bloody cloak that had been abandoned in the street and fashion a makeshift sack from it into which you set the fox that is no fox, though not before Tyene inflicts another crippling curse upon it to ensure it does not escape even should it awaken.
"So do we just follow the worst of the screaming?" Waymar asks, looking out over the darkened streets lit by pockets of flame as buildings begin to catch alight from the mad debauchery.
None of my friends can see in the dark as I can, you remind yourself, thankful once again that you are moving as one and not scattered among the frenzied mob.
"Not quite," you reply, drawing out Lya's Wayfinder and fixing your mind upon the foes before you. The device grows warm in your hand, the whorl of diamond dust at its center begins to spin. With dizzying swiftness an alien awareness of the city is pressed upon your mind as though the stone could speak and the blood of the slain whisper the secrets of its killers. The experience is more harrowing than you anticipated, but you come out of it unscathed. "This way!"
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The battles that follow are not near as one-sided as the first. The savage spirit kin seem to have some sense of their captive sister. They come for with her with savage howls, with torches burning bright, with words of spite and rage in twisted tongues of old: a storm of madness upon your minds, a dance of ecstasy and carnage. Once you lose your sense, mesmerized and staring before the spell of change even passes your lips, only to awaken to the sight of the creature torn and bloodied by Waymar and Ser Richard between them, its bones shattered gruesomely by a single word from Tyene, before with a crack of sorcery you finally transform it into a broken-shelled turtle.
Then two more attack soon after. Cunning in their madness, they jump down from a rope bride alight as living torches though the fire harms them not. Waymar is pulled to the ground by one, his will failing in the face of the vicious attack. Before any of you can react, his sword pierces Tyene in the side. Her scream of pain brings the young Royce to his senses.
Waymar takes 4 Damage
Tyene takes 23 Damage
The other Maenad, its hair cackled with blood and its claws gleaming black, can find no purchase upon Ser Richard's armor and falls in a heap at his feet. Never one to look down at a chance to strike a foe at a disadvantage, the knight takes the creature's left arm off at the shoulder. You've little doubt it would have been its head had it not been for your instructions.
Though Tyene's spell fails to ensnare the mind of the savage that struck her, your own flies true and one more beast is made harmless by your work. By the time you turn your gaze to Ser Richard's foe once again, the knight had removed her other arm as well, though not before the damn thing bites him.
Ser Richard takes 5 Damage
"Fucking thing does not have the sense to know when to stop," the knight curses aloud, drawing a smile from you as you work your magic to add the fourth Maenad of the night to your growing collection.
Before you can carry on or even see to your wounds, a familiar voice calls out from above, "You'd best hurry to the hill if you want to save any of Jacaelar's wealth." Azema is keeping well clear of the ground, out of leaping range from even the tallest building. She seems somewhat worse for wear: a black eye, and she cradles her right arm awkwardly "The manse was burning when I left, and there is no one left up there with the sense to put it out."
Damn it! You can do without the wealth, but if this madness started there then that is where you will find the clues as to
how this started.
What do you do?
[] Hurry up the hill and try to save the manse and any clues to how this all began
[] Restore order in the town and slay any remaining maenads
[] Write in
OOC: Ser Richard used Ruby Nightmare blade to do over fifty damage in one hit when he took off the Maenad's first arm.