30 Secondmoon 459
The fluttering of her wings was an involuntary reaction. Tiljann was excited, more so than at any point since deciding to leave her home in search of the Longwalker. How long had it been? Days? Weeks? She had difficulty grasping the passage of time as measured by the outside world. She had yet to see the sun since emerging from Innenotdar, ever hidden by a blanket of clouds. She remembered it from her youth, marching across the sky with merry abandonment. Before the fires and the smoke had choked it from the sky. Yet even a sunless world was better than the one from whence she had come. The frequent rains were similarly a welcome change, though she often felt chilled in a way that left her weak and aching.
She had woken with the chill this very morn, but it could hardly damage her enthusiasm nor dim the magic of this afternoon’s undertaking. The great ship, which rocked slightly upon the bay despite its massive hull, was filling with guests. Witnesses to their performance. How she longed to go to them, touch them all and thank them for their patronage. There had been many shows over the past several days, and she had learned of the mystical embrace that seemed to envelop both herself and her compatriots and those to whom she sang. She had been wary at first, knowing no song that did not fill some dire purpose. But these songs… these were meant to teach. To share the grand history of a people with those who would know its character.
A gentle hand touched her arm, and the chill seemed to intensify. It was Giorgio, Toteth Topec himself in the tale they prepared to weave, covered in the raiments particular to his role. His smile seemed genuine, but Tiljann always felt an underlying intensity to the man’s easy manner. Rather than speak, he motioned toward the audience, indicating the broad spiral stair at the rear of the theater. The seela squinted through the dimness of the chamber, and smiled to see her friends appear upon the stair. Joshua, Jasmine, Elessar, Crystin… those to whom she owed everything, who had plucked her from the fires and saved her people, bringing with them the hope of a long life free of the endless rage of Indomitability.
Tiljann’s smile grew to consume the whole of her eldritch being. Absently, she rubbed her arm where the youth had touched her, trying to dispel the shadow that lay quietly upon her heart.
Along with the myriad leaders of Seaquen and the Lyceum, the heroes set out into the harbor to visit the Wayfarer’s Theater, a massive ship with an even larger interior chamber from which the gypsies strive to entertain those willing to pay the fee. The performance is a politically-charged commentary on the heroic deeds of a long-dead Ragesian folk hero named Toteth Topec, and is accomplished through liberal application of illusions and clever stagecraft. Following the climax of the second act, however, Arlyn spots Giorgio, recently changed and wiping blood from his hands, making his way toward the deck. Katrina reacts instantly to pursue the actor, whilst Joshua, Elessar and the halflings are somewhat slower in their move to investigate. They arrive on deck just in time to see the wizardess incapacitated by their quarry’s minions, and a fight quickly erupts on deck. Giorgio manages to forestall any reinforcements by magically sealing the extradimensional pocket that holds the theater below, then proceeds to try and activate the vessel’s remarkable teleporation device, which would send the entirety of the craft hurtling toward a fiery demise.
They stop him before it is too late and manage to reverse the process, but Giorgio escapes. They capture two of their assailants, however, a pair of half-orcish brothers who reveal that they are in the employ of Torrent’s mentor, Lee Sidoneth.
The party investigates the hydromancer’s home, but find it abandoned. Meanwhile, a storm has developed over the whole of the peninsula and is beginning to wreak havoc in the town. Most of the heroes, infected as they are by Indomitability’s boon, are able to stand freely against the winds and make their way further into the unnatural storm. Upon noting that the hurricane’s most significant activity is to the east, they proceed toward the ruins at the peninsula’s tip, where they soon discover the eye of the storm… and in it’s center, the lone structure unaffected by it.