Last Vesper

Prologue II: Flight to the Airship


Note: This session is non-canon, meaning its events have no bearing on or relationship with events in the main campaign.

As an ambush bursts from hiding around them, the caravan’s mercenary guards draw their blades. The crossbowmen on the cliff are picked off, one by one, by Hat’s own crossbow, even as the sorceress sets the woods around them alight. Dormund immediately charges the swordsmen, his axe tearing through one man’s ribcage and the other’s skull. The last swordsman manages to trip the caravan’s alchemist, but is unable to take the mysterious box before Chlora summons thorny weeds to slash at and entangle him until Dormund performs the execution.

The ambush defeated, the caravan continues, eventually reaching a high, steep ridge connected to the next by a collapsed ancient stone bridge, so that the ridge acts as a dead end with a stone pier at the end.

But as the airship rises from beyond the bridge, vast and blue and ponderous, the sound of hoofbeats is heard as two riders approach. The first is the well-dressed man who demanded the chest, and the second is a portly man in blue robes, clutching a brassy tube mounted on a tripod.

They dismounted and the man in black approached rapier drawn, as the blue-robed one struggled to set up the arcane apparatus. “I will ask you one last time,” the suited man says. “Hand over the item, and on my honor, no harm will come to you or your people. Refuse me, however, and regretfully I cannot allow you to leave. This is my ultimatum, and I will enforce it if I must.” Here he gestures to the brassy contraption.

After some discussion, the party decides to use the chest as bait for a double-cross. “You can have it,” shouts Chlora, to cover Hat’s disappearance.

“Excellent. Leave it halfway between us, and nobody needs to get hurt.”

As Dormund approaches, carrying the chest, Hat is creeping closer through the undergrowth, dagger out, ready to attack the man in the suit. Unfortunately, he comes face to face with another person- a cloaked man carrying a long knife. The knife-wielder dodges Hat’s first stab and leaps into the road, shouting a warning. The suited man swings up onto his horse, trotting a few steps backward, and shouts a command as a dozen soldiers charge up from the rear.

The mercenaries ready sword and spell…


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