Chapter 04:

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Session Number: 134
Date: Tuesday 8 May 2012
Venue: Skype
PCs & Players:

Arrian Rog1/Clr10 (Fergus) (kills: none)
Calico Drd11 (Yeran) (kills: none)
Lionel Rgr6/Wiz1/ArcA4 (Ash) (kills: none)
Rowaine Pal11 (Craig) (kills: none)
Troll Wiz11 (Densial) (kills: none)

XP Awarded: TBA

"I suggest we look at the spot where Trina's root was, back in our dimension," Arrian says. "It is kind of the only point of reference we have."

"I can lead the way," Lionel says.

The party head off. Half an hour later Lionel reckons he is on track. Things look very similar, if not identical. Troll's brow creases; he feels his wands vibrating. He pulls one out to inspect. It is definitely the wand. It feels somehow augmented.

Rowaine notices him. "Troll, what's going on?"

"There's something strange about my wand. Hang on, I'm going to cast a spell. Troll casts Acid Splatter, aimed at a tree. The orb hits. Seconds after, another ball of acid follows the first.

"That's weird," Rowaine says. "Did you just pop off two?"


"Try your Fiery Burst."

Troll looses one skyward. A long corridor of fire emanates out to its target, most unlike what Troll and his longstanding companions expect.

"Try it again," Rowaine suggests. "Maybe it's different each time."

Troll does the exact same thing again. This time the corridor of fire appears and disappears a handful of feet away. Troll looks into the distance, seeking a branch that he can Dimension Reach. He finds one and concentrates on it. The branch does not lift into the air - it disappears. Troll cannot find it.

At Rowaine's questions, Troll tells her what he was trying to do and what happened.

"Where was the stick?" Rowaine asks.

"Over there," Troll answers, wandering over to the location. Rowaine follows him, looking for any holes in case it went down instead of up. There is no sign of the stick, or where it went.

Arrian uses his Protector against a tree. It behaves as he expects. Lionel shoots a tree with Heart Shard. A frozen arrow hits, not looking any different to his test shots.

"Troll, what is going on here?" Rowaine asks. "Have we entered the plane of random?"

"I think something is affecting spells. Your equipment doesn't seem to be affected, possibly because it is not purely magic."

Rowaine turns to Arrian. "Cast a spell, in case it is just Troll." Arrian casts Summon Monster I. A celestial dog begins to take shape, then there is a piercing yelp and the dog dissipates.

"Weird shit is going on with our magic," Arrian comments. They take note and carry on.

Half an hour later, Arrian stops the group. He feels more than hears a deep, rhythmic thumping on the ground, somewhere to the right of their current track. The humming feeling that Troll felt from the wands, he now notices in his skin and body. He realises it has been present ever since he set foot in this place. He considers returning to the portal as quickly as he can, but most of those methods involve magic. Troll casts Magic Missile from one of his wands. The missiles leaves the wand, speed up and grow in size, then thirty feet away they stop, drop to the ground and disappear. The thumping noise continues.

Does the party keep going for Trina, or investigate? Arrian wants to continue on to Trina, something close to two hours away on foot. Troll wants to investigate this new phenomenon.

"As long as people think there is a good chance we can get back on track," Rowaine says, "then I think we should investigate this new finding." Both Lionel and Calico think they can find their way around. Rowaine readies her lance and the group head off in the direction of the thumping.

Arrian hears the noise more clearly the closer they get. Fifteen minutes into the fork, everyone can now feel the rhythmic tremors in the earth. It is similar to the metal man's footfalls some time ago. It is not completely regular, about two beats per second. They also hear the sound of running water, something like a river or stream. The group continue.

Shortly after, the group enter a small clearing with a stream running through it. Thirty yards ahead they see two large rocks, each three to four feet wide: one floating in the air, one on the ground. A small, child-like person sits close by, one hand outstretched towards the rocks, the other stretched towards the nearby stream. He is bald and his skin is pale. He appears to be of some indiscriminate elven descent. He wears clothing from waist to knees and is bare from the waist up. His eyes are closed.

The suspended rock drops to the ground with a large thump, then the other slowly rises. It briefly hangs in the air, then falls to the ground. There are two substantial depressions where the rocks have been falling. Troll thinks the child is responsible for the rocks' movement, but is unsure how or why. There is a small stream of water that leaves the larger stream, lifting near his hand and dropping down in the stream not far beyond.

"Greetings, fellow traveller," Troll says in dwarven. "Nice trick." As the words leave his lips the rocks drop to the ground and the figure looks at Troll. A huge grin appears on his face as he levitates and flies towards the group.

"Oooooh, Awwwwh! Hello!" the figure says, in common. He eagerly shakes Troll's hand.

"I'm Kano!"

"I'm… happy to meet you," Troll says as his hand is shaken.

"Who are you?" Kano asks. "How did you get here?"

"We call it walking. You obviously fly, but we need to use our legs."

"No, how did you get here, in this place?"

"That walking thing. So we were over there, and we came this way."

"What do you mean, Kano?" Rowaine asks.

"This place, this… I don't know what to call it… How did you get inside?"

"So where you are now," Troll says with a straight face, "it's called a clearing. On the outside of the clearing is a forest…" Rowaine groans. Kano extends his hand to her.

"What's your name?" he asks.

"Rowaine Kharag," she answers. "And perhaps for us to answer your question, you might explain how you got here."

"Oh, I've always been here. We've just been sitting here, waiting. Waiting for someone to come and take us home."


"Everyone else! Oh, you've gotta meet them! Everyone will want to meet you!"

"I don't suppose they're … hungry?" asks Troll.

"Hungry?" Kano says, quizzically. "What's hungry? Oh, it doesn't matter. Come with me!" He starts rising into the air and moving off towards the trees.

"Wait a sec," Troll says. He tries levitating just by thinking about it. He just looks funny. Rowaine notices. "Troll, are you OK?"

Troll waves his hand near his behind. "Better out than in, I say."

Rowaine senses no evil about Kano. "I have another idea," she says. "The child did not seem to understand hunger. Perhaps he is another construct, created by the Roulae?"

Kano stands and waits, beckoning.

"Come back," Troll says. "We just have a couple of questions before we take off after you."

"What are your names?" Kano asks.

Arrian introduces himself. "Arr…Eeeee…Annn," Kano says, feeling the syllables. "Hello, Arrian." Calico also introduces himself.

"How old are you, Kano?" Arrian asks.

"Old? Um, what's old?"

"Do you have seasons here, where sometimes it gets cold?"

"What's cold? What are seasons?"

"Many, many days."

"What are days?" He looks at Lionel, obviously tired of all the meaningless questions. "What's your name?" Lionel introduces himself.

"Kano," Rowaine asks, "does the light here never change?"

"No, the big ball in the sky, that always stays there." Lionel looks at the sun. It doesn't look to have moved for the hour they have been here.

"Have you always been as you are now?" Rowaine asks. "Have you ever been smaller?" Arrian adds.

"Smaller? Oh yeah, I grew up. Yeah. Multiple times, in fact."

"How do you grow up multiple times?" Arrian asks.

"I think my caregiver might be better suited to answer these questions, I don't know much about it."

"Who is your caregiver?"

"Halomeilos. He lives out past the trees."

"OK, lead on Kano," Arrian says, "but we don't travel through the air like you do."

"You can't come with me?"

"We can walk along the ground, but we can't go in the air."

"Oh, OK." He extends his hands towards the ground and slowly lifts up a five foot wide chunk of turf. He repeats the action four more times until there are five chunks of earth and grass floating about him.

"Go on these, it will be faster."

"I'm good thanks," Troll says. "Let's just walk, it'll give us time to chat."

"How long will it take to get there, flying, Kano?" Arrian asks. "Oh you don't know. Why are you worried about faster if you have no concept of time?" Kano just stares at Arrian as if he were talking a different language.

"This is exciting! You've got to meet everyone!"

"How many people are everyone?" Arrian asks.

"Oh, eight more over there. There are more out further, but I don't know where everyone else is."

Rowaine thinks of the floating mountains where they came from. "Out of interest Kano, how big a lump of earth do you think you could lift?"

"I don't know," Kano says. "I haven't tried. Usually we are not allowed to do it, but I thought since this was a special case I could lift it up for you."

"I think you should put it down and I think we should walk," Troll says.

"Yeah," says Lionel. "If you're not allowed to, then don't do it."

Kano looks sullen. "OK." He drops the sods back to the ground and starts walking ahead, towards the forest. "Can we go now?"

The group follow Kano into the forest. The little person soon perks up, skipping and humming to himself along the way. Lionel pays attention to where they are heading so he can find his way back.

Kano leads the party for just under two hours from what they can tell, eventually breaking out of the trees into a large expanse of clearing with rolling hills that stretches out for over a mile. Kano keeps moving and the others continue following. Troll raises his hood on his cloak. Calico assumes the form of a dog.

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