Exalted – Session 1 – 4/1/16

Alister PoV

I nodded politely, or at least as well as I could manage to the temple guard to let me past him. He took one look at me, my dark coat, and my brown trousers more meant for keeping me camouflaged in the forests to the north than walking about the city. I didn’t really have a set of clothes for visiting the towns, letting one of the other rangers do that for me. Still, it was at least clean.

He moved silently out of the way, noting the insignia attached to my tunic, a silver-gold painted emblem of a tree under a guarding sun. I didn’t sigh, though it was a close thing. The less I had to talk to anyone the better.

I took in the temple, opulence evident even in the walls, which was to be expected given where I was. I moved briskly, abandoning my usual ability to remain hidden and calmly took it all in.

Milo, -my faithful companion- darted ahead of me, scouting ahead for any danger. The tracking dog was an excellent alarm for anything going wrong, though I needn’t have worried.

The instructions given to me were good, and I had soon found my destination, several others present. The priest gave off the vibes of a true believer in Regulus, which made perfect sense given he was his priest. Still, the amount of…emblems adorning him was high. Several of the other priests did not seem to be quite as covered in them. I pushed that to the side for the moment.

The other occupant was a woman, sitting quietly in one of the chairs sipping a drink. She wore something I was fairly sure the priests wouldn’t, and I dismissed her being part of the Church. Reminded me a bit of Ranger Jaina, our weaponsmith, and the marks around her eyes gave away her profession easily enough.

They looked up at me. The priest greeted me first.

“Praise be to Regulus” I touched my insignia briefly as a sign of respect and inclined my head slightly, even as the priest opened his arms wide to perform the customary ritual of praise “welcome Ranger Hill.”

I didn’t smile, but the priest definitely possessed a large amount of energy, and something about it made me nostalgic. I shook off the feeling.

“Thank you Father Drake.” I didn’t say more, uncertain of the situation. I knew I was to guide several people through the forest, but the creatures there had been getting restless, and I hoped that they could take care of themselves.

As I had been introducing myself, I noticed two city watchmen walk in behind a third man. I almost dismissed him out of hand, which had me instantly refocus on him. Even as my estimated threat of the man rose, some part of my mind insisted there wasn’t anything to witness with him. The two guards unlocked his shackles, and I could see his arms almost instantly go towards one of the watchmen’s pouches, before he visibly restrained himself, and looked at me, giving me a small smile.

I didn’t return it. I had little love for thieves and bandits.

Club History 2009

Block 1
Exalted Dragonblooded – Dave S. Katrina, Dave D, Lawrence, Ace, Rob
Warhammer – Ant. Adrian R, Merrick, Dave, Gabriel, Matt, Steve, Carlos

Block 2

L5R – Ace. Adrian R, Dave D, Lawrence, Ant
One night stands – Katrina. Matt, Merrick, Dave
Tekumel – Steve. Dave S, Carlos, Rob, Gabriel, MArtin

Block 3
L5R – Ace. Katrina, Rob, Matt, Adrian, Gabriel
Babylon 5 – Dave D. Gareth, Carlos, Lawrence
RuneQuest – Ant, Dave S, Steve, Ken

Block 4
L5R Adrian. Ace, Katrina, Matt,Rob
Con X – Gareth. Ken, Dave, Merrick, Craig, Lawrence
Exalted – Ant. Dave S, Gabriel, Carlos, Steve, Dave D

Block 5
Heroquest – Dave S. Dave D, Carlos, Ant, Steve, Ace
Cthulhu – Gareth. Matt b, Rob, Adrian, Katrina, Ken, gabriel

Block 6
Cthulhu – Gareth. Katrina, Adrian, Gabriel, Dave D, Ace
Star Wars – Matt. Carlos, Rob,Steve, Dave S, Ken

Block 7
Witch Hunter by Ant. Gareth, Katrina, Gabriel, Steve and Craig(?)
HQ by Dave S. Rob, Ken, Lawrence and Merrick (did not run)
Arabian Nights by Ace. Ade R, David D, Dave and Carlos

Block 8
Week 1 Warhammer & LotR Risk
Week 2 Mystic Wood & Cosmic Encounter
Week 3 Orkus Maximus
Week 4 Xmas meal at the Thai
Week 5 Aliens

Series 13 – Episode 1 – The shortest route is not a straight line – Part 2

When the group reached the more populated areas of the realm they found themselves pushing through crowds of people who were fascinated by the strangers arrival. One question could be heard on many of their lips, “Have the Solars returned?”

Time was passing so seeking a faster route to the gate that was their destination, Ragara Anja suggested using the canal network and asked if they should risk using the, much faster, gold channel.

Agreeing that it was for the best, the team took up their places aboard a barge requisitioned by the beautiful Sidereal. The boatman poled the vessel into the centre lane and it shot off across Yu-Shan at a fantastic rate.

It was not a great many minutes later that they arrived at their destination and departed from the barge. As the last of their number stepped onto the jetty they spotted an intimidating, mustachioed figure in robes rich enough to challenge the fashion sense of Lord Typhon approaching. He was accompanied by a tough looking assistant.

Ragara Anja had seemed uncertain about if they should be using the fast lane, and it seemed that her concerns were justified. The portly figure introduced himself as The Imperial Censor of Travel and demanded to know by what authority they dared use the gold lane.

Son of Stone and Oak gave silent prayer to The Unconquered Sun for granting him the foresight to take advantage of Heaven’s Gaze’s library while waiting for dinner to be served a few days previously, and channeled a little essence to aid his recall. He then fixed the official with a steely gaze and launched into a tirade of bureaucratic minutiae, quoting obscure travel regulations and invoking rarely seen clauses.

When he finally finished, the Censor broke eye contact, mumbled something that was probably an apology and backed away, shooing his assistant as he went.

The journey out of the city was much like the inward journey, and Ragara Anja explained how the purposeless gods came to be. The tale plucked at Son of Stone and Oak’s heart strings and he became more subdued then he usually was during a journey through places he didn’t truly understand – and there had been many of these journeys in the few months since he had left his homeland and found himself caught up in a battle for Creation itself.

The gate to the Blessed Isle was also guarded by a Celestial Lion, but the creature granted access once Lord Typhon and Ragara Anja explained the situation.

Before the group departed, the Lion warned that there was those in heaven who would welcome the return of the Solars, but also those who would work against them, and confessed to being one of the former.

Before stepping through the gateway, The Wanderer In White plucked a few blades of grass from the field and gave the sent of them to his animals, before tucking them away in a pouch. The gods of the grass would ensure it stayed fresh forever.

The head of The Lap may not have been the warmest place in Creation, but it was in the South, and the altitude was not so high as the point where this gate exited – very close to the centre of Creation, near the peak of The Imperial Mountain.

The ground was covered in snow, and a chill quickly settled in. Ragara Anja did not hesitate to teleport the group to the outskirts of the city, where it was decidedly warmer.

A group of Solars, Dragon Kings and Sidereal were not likely to be welcomed with open arms at the centre of power for the Dragon Blood Empire, so it was under cover of rain and darkness that the group headed to the palace of The Roseblack.

With a little expenditure of Essence, The Wanderer In White heightened his senses to incredible levels, such that he could make out the outline of the god of each rain drop that fell from the sky. With this level of awareness he stepped the group through the streets and alleyways, avoiding all others who felt the need to be out on a night when enough water fell from the sky to flood Nexus.

The final hurdle was the approach to The Roseblack’s estate, a relatively busy thoroughfare that one of Lotus of the Solar Light’s stature would be be hard pressed to cross unnoticed.

To sidestep the issue the group sequestered him within an outbuilding, accompanied by Ragara Anja, while the others made their approach to the abode of The Roseblack.

The Wanderer In White handed the doorkeeper a token, insisting the he take it to The Roseblack and that she would recognise it. Leaving the visitors standing in the torrential downpour, the functionary hurried off to perform this service.

Nearly quarter of an hour later he returned and bade the group enter, whence they were escorted into the presence of one of the most powerful Dragon Blooded in Creation.

The traditional round of small talk ensued, and The Roseblack made arrangements for the rest of the group to join the assembly.

They turned up shortly thereafter, although Lotus of the Solar Light was looking distinctly more human then he had a half hour previously. Gone were his scales and claws, replaced by rippling muscles covered with dark chocolate skin and a mighty battle axe. Some form of glamour? Or a deeper magical change? The group didn’t know, but there would be time to find out later. First, there was business to discuss with their host.

She knew, already, that the invasion was coming, but the might of the enemy was, it seemed, not enough to provoke unity from the Houses. Two of whom had already sent their armies off to face the Alchemicals on two fronts.

It was a foolish gesture that would lead to their certain destruction.

The Roseblack became hopeful at the prospect of the elemental allies that the Solar’s could bring to the battle, and less so at the thought of some of the more unsavory forces they could call upon.

She made it clear that any Solar presence on the battlefield with the Dragon Blooded would lead to a disastrous three-way melee – the hatred of the ‘Anathama’ was too deeply ingrained for most Terrestrial Exalts to work with the Solars.

Any involvement from her guests would have to be discrete or far from the fields of battle.

So it was that they were returning to The Wanderer In White’s suggestion of attacking the Alchemical supply lines when The Roseblack received another visitor.

Accompanied by two worryingly nondescript bodyguards, Lady Mnemon, daughter of The Scarlet Empresses and likely the strongest Dragon Blood active in Creation, entered the room.

Last Updated ( Monday, 29 September 2008 )

Series 13 – Episode 1 – The shortest route is not a straight line – Part 1


The massed alchemical forces of Authocthon marched on Creation. They met our heroes at the gates of The Lap and battle was inevitable.

Mighty though a Solar Exalt is, they are few in number and could not hold the raging army swirling around the city.

Heaven’s Gaze entered the gates of Yu-Shan and convinced those with the power to use it to save The Lap. So it came that The Lap existed 20 miles to the south east, and had always existed there. The invading force marched on – toward their true objective, important enough for them to bypass The Lap entirely.


The sun rose over The Lap, a city still showing the scars of the battle that never happened. Some of those instrumental in saving it are still within the city, recovering, training, and helping with the rebuilding efforts.

On the road to the city, Lotus of the Solar Light, loyal worshiper of The Unconquered Sun and member of the rare race know as The Dragon Kings had travelled south from the Blessed Isle, a sense of unease growing within him at the sight of a massive convoy of mechanical vessels taking the opposite route.

His seven foot form, covered in scales and bulging with muscle was enough to freeze the blood in the veins of most mortal men, and the guards in the watchtowers of The Lap were no exception. He marched through the ruined gates while they fled to beg the presence of the Solars still within the city.

The Solars were greeting the dawn, and planning their next move, the Wanderer in White favouring an attack on the enemy supply lines, when the interruption came. They abandoned their discussions to face this new threat.

There was a sense of unease in the air when they challenged him, they were confident they could defeat the creature if there was need, but at a time like this, any new enemy was enough to make the heart sink and allow despair to strengthen its position.

It took the intervention of Ragara Anja to settle the matter. Lotus of the Solar Light had had dealings with Braxus before but that charismatic paladin had secluded himself in meditation within his airship hovering above the city, he had been unseen for days. However, Ragara Anja had been present at those events and could vouch for the scaled one.

The matter of allegiances settled, the Solars invited the Dragon King to join their council of war, now the wounds of the battle were healed it was time to return to the frey.

Shunning the Great Hall of the palace for a smaller room where they could be more comfortable, the fellowship breakfasted and heard the news their new companion brought with him.

The information came as a mixed blessing, if the Alchemicals took control of the Isle then Creation would be in even greater peril then it was already. However, as Son of Stone and Oak pointed out, this might finally give the Dragon Blooded the motivation they needed to involve themselves in the fight.

Getting to the Isle and warning the Dragon Blooded became the overriding priority, but getting there quickly enough would prove a challenge. Braxus’ airship might be fast enough, but would attract unwanted attention. The Empire was notoriously unfond of the Solar Exalted and would have to be approached through back channels. Fortunately, The Wanderer In White had had prior dealings with The Roseblack and believed himself able to get them an audience with her.

Reaching her would still be a problem. Flying to the city in a golden airship would not be subtle enough, the forces of the Empire would likely array against them if there were to try such a bold approach.

Ragara Anja suggested that a member of the Eclipse Caste might be able to persuade the Celestial Lions that their need was valid, and gain them permission to cross the paths of Yu-Shan.

So it came to pass that a band of some of the most powerful beings in Creation came to stand on the giant head carved out of the mountain into which The Lap is built. Ragara Anja concentrated for a moment, then passed her hand through the air, tracing the outline of a doorway.

The path taken by her hand blazed with golden light and she stepped through into heaven, accompanied by Lord Typhon.

The land beyond the gate was blanketed in grass of the brightest green and bathed in glorious sunlight. It was beautiful, and a sharp contrast to the mountain top from which they had stepped.

The gate was not unguarded – a golden lion, a full seventeen feet from paw to shoulder, stood before it and challenged those wishing to pass.

Channeling Essence from the air around him and focusing it through his anima, Lord Typhon invoked the ancient treaties between Yu-Shan and the Caste Eclipse, his caste mark blazing out from his forehead announcing to all that he was a Solar of that Caste, Exalted by the power of the Unconquered Sun, and willing to use the power of his rank to achieve his goals.

The Lion bowed, a remarkable sight in itself, and granted Typhon permission to enter heaven with those under his protection.

So it was that the others left the cool mountain top and stepped into Elysium fields, bathed in warm sunlight with air that was perfectly still.

The route to the Blessed Isle took them through the city, and they found their way impeded. First by the spirits of purposeless gods, who’s touch was disturbing, but ultimately insubstantial. They dissipated when Lord Typhon shouted out that their time was past.

When the group reached the more populated areas of the realm they found themselves pushing through crowds of people who were fascinated by the strangers arrival. One question could be heard on many of their lips, “Have the Solars returned?”

Series 09 – On the Dragon Isle

We arrive on the Dragon Isle, onboard Braxus’ first age skyship Prometheus.

As we arrived, we were suddenly ‘escorted’ by two ships from the Imperial Isle.  We shoot down one ship.

The other damaged ship we board. Braxus fires an essence cannon at it severely damaging the back.

We all board the ship and head to the Imperial city.  We landed near the Deliberative and were ushered in to the Deliberative building.  We stayed there in a suite set aside for us.  The Wyld Hunt had not appeared and some said Lady Mnemon was using all her political might to hold back any repercussions of our visit.  None knew why, but again, some believed she planned to use us to tip the balance of power in her favour.

We meet Braxus’ mother – the Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears.

We were invited to watch the Grand Deliberative in session.  Sitting in the public gallery, we watched in horror as Lady Mnemon got up and brought an action to the attention of the speaker.  It was to arrest us!  Braxus could contain himself no longer.  He gets to his feet, the statesman in him coming to the fore.

Striding to the floor of the Deliberative, he begins to speak, his words having a great impact on the men and women around him.  He is quickly joined by the other Solars who feel they should offer some solidarity.  Heaven’s Gaze is surprised to note her manager, Kejak Chejop, among Mnemon’s ‘retinue’.  Still, Braxus continues his discourse, and it seems, suddenly, as if the hearts and minds of the Deliberative hang in the balance.

Then Shadrach is moved to speak.  No one remembers exactly what he says with any real clarity, but it can be summarised as “You are the sheep.  We are the wolves that guard the flock.”  Gasps of horror can be heard from all around the Deliberative and his companions look on Shadrach with shock and disdain.  In a few dismal minutes, all of Braxus’ good work is gone.  The cry of “Arrest them!” resounds about the hall.

A dinner party.

The Wyld Hunt turn up. They look tough and have warstriders.

Heaven’s Gaze teleports the group to the docks. We land and fight the Wyld Hunt. Shadrak does some bad stunting.

Ragara Anja and Heaven’s Gaze open fire on the Wild hunt, saving the day.

Exalted – Series 13 – In Brief

Episode 1: The shortest route is not a straight line


After the Battle of the Lap, Braxus goes in to seclusion while our heroes travel through Yu-Shen to warn the Blessed Isle of the impending invasion of Alchemical army. They meet The Roseblack but are interrupted by Lady Mnemon.

Episode 2: …


Episode 3: …


Episode 4: …


Note: Series 13 is a shorter than usual series, featuring only four episodes.

Series 12 – Wanderer in whites audience with Cathak Letal

After the meeting with the old man in the park, the wanderer had decided that time in the city was short and he needed troops. Walking to Cathak Letals home, he passed hundreds of people but none would look him in the eye. He had given up on being friendly with them, perhaps when a few generations have passed they may feel differently! HE had time and theirs was like a butterflies, a short and beautiful existence but nonetheless short.

Arriving at Cathak Letals house, he held back a laugh of derision at the crass opulence of his palace. Well at least he was sure that would be what Letal called it! The guards at the gate now had a backbone of pride, he smiled at that but knew that they would turn on them when they knew that troops would be coming. But he still had time, and knew that they feared them with good reason. 2000 Ragaran troops had borne witness to what he could do, Shadrach had defeated a giant autochthon in a duel, and the others had shown that on their own they would be capable of defeating Letal and his little band of loyal troops.

The guards turned to him; crossing their spears they asked his business!

“I am here to see Cathak Letal, with a matter of urgency.”

” The great Cathak Letal is busy and cannot be disturbed.”

” Then I shall wait for him within.”

” I am afraid that will not be possible, perhaps if you try tomorrow.”

” You will find that I have something important to put to Cathak Letal.”

” Again we must repeat that Cathak Letal is busy, perhaps if you come tomorrow he may well see you.”

The glint in the Wanderers eyes made the guards resolve wither, but the clank of the spears crossing each other again showed that they had a little back up. He turned to see Ragara Anja, damn was she quiet! “Ragara Anja, I did not expect to see you here. Are you here to see the great Cathak Letal as well?” Smiling she replies, “I came to see you ask for whatever it is you are after?” “How did you know that I was after something?” “Something in the stars, solar!” Holding back his shock, but not well enough to hide from Ragaran Ana, “does that mean that I can see Lethal now then?” Turning to the troops Ragaran Anja smiles, waves her pretty hands and they are allowed to enter.

“I thought the great Letal was busy?”

“He will see us now”

But the smile on her face, did not make the wanderer feel comfortable. A retainer came quickly, bowed to them both and requested that they follow him to the audience chamber. The audience chamber was not as crass as he expected. But one of the tapestries brought a rage in him to the fore. Anja placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him tearing it down. Turning swiftly he glared at Anja, but her smile was somewhat disarming.

“Now is not the time for that Char!”

“He is dead, I am the Wanderer in White.”

“Yes I know that, but nonetheless, you cannot hide that forever. We are not quite sure of all that you have done, but you did go missing from us for a while.”

“As I said he is dead, a deserved death for his crimes.”

The sound of a door opening ended the conversation. Cathak Letal entered the room in a loose fitting toga like an emperor at the head of a conquering army. The stench of sex and drugs was about the man, the wanderer barely disguised his disdain.  Ragara Anja turned to him, ” How nice of you to greet us all conquering Letal!” The barely held venom in her voice shock Cathak Letal him from his proud lofty platform. “This man has spilt his blood to help give you a reputation, I hope you will at least show the hospitality that you are known for. Would you treat the others the same as the Wanderer here, when they come to give their respects?” The wanderer was surprised at how Letal held himself.

“Apologies to you both, how is it that I can help you?”

“I need troops.”

“To the point” Letal replied.

“I thought that there would be no point to playing games, I have never played them very well!”

“And would you have me give over my loyal men.” The tone of his voice denoted his lineage, and barely held anger at his outrageous request.

The wanderer looked from Letal to Anja, his face full of pompous pride, and hers almost smiling, almost.

“You must have criminals in your cells, bandits, murderers and thieves? I want them, not your loyal men, I would make them deserving of a second chance and of course they’d be doing a service to society.”

Laughter fills the audience chamber, Letal calls for some wine to be brought. A few moments later food and wine are brought into the chamber, Letal offers Anja and the wanderer a place on cushioned divans.

“You want me to hand over the lowliest scum in my prisons, and deny the populace a viewing of beheading’s. And give into your hands those that would slit a childs throat for a handful of jade.That is a great risk, that I am not sure that I am willing to take.”

“But of course you will give over some of them Cathak Letal, a showing of mercy would of course help your reputation amongst the populace. As one of victor and one of mercy, surely you could not turn down an opportunity such as this?”

“And what guarantees will I receive that they will not be used against us here.”

“My word.”

“Your word, Wanderer is that all? You would have me hand over hardened scum to you on your word that  you would not turn them against  me?”

“Yes” The tone of the wanderer’s voice, stopped Letal in his tracks. He also feared the wanderer, but had so far hidden it but now he had shown it.

“I have only asked, I would not demand. I may be many things but I am not treacherous Cathak Letal, that I am not.” The edge in his voice left Letal no reason to disbelieve him.

Ragara Anja smiled, “Then we have a deal Letal, you will release the prisoners into the kind hands of the Wanderer here?”

“Yes, you can have what you are after. They will not be easy to command you know, positively rebellious I am sure.” The self-satisfied smirk on his face told the wanderer all he needed to know.

“I thank you for your audience Cathak Letal, when can I pick up my little band of helpful fellows?”

“In the morning, and I wish you luck with them.”

Letal rises from his seat, “You may leave me now, I grow tired and need to rest.”

Ragara Anja smiling turns to the wanderer, “Now that was interesting, you really are one to watch. Remind me to keep an eye on you.”

Ragara’s comment did not make him feel any easier, rising from the Divan he offers his hand to the lady. Smiling a most beautiful smile she takes his hand and with his help rises.

“Would you like me to walk in front, Ragara. So that you can keep an eye on me?”

Laughing “And there was me thinking you had no sense of humour.” Turning she kisses him on the cheek, the wanderer blushes which makes Anja laugh even louder. The echoes of her mirth echoing down the halls as she takes his arm.

Series 12 Battle of the lap aftermath

The laps smashed gates, lay strewn across the causeway. Many of the buildings along the main route into the city lay smashed and blackened by the dragons fire. A miracle had happened, the beast had left, the Lap had been saved.

Ledats troops were heroes, the solars had done what was asked of them. One had nearly paid the price with his own life, Lord Typhon  had been blasted by the beast and had barely survived but only with the ministrations of a strange healer. Shadrach and the wanderer in white had been badly injured, but had survived and fought on. But the victory went to the glory of Cathak Ledat and his loyal men.

Soon troops would arrive to protect the city and the Anathema would leave, the people could breathe a sigh of relief.

The wanderer in white sat in the remains of a small stone pavillion, his familliars alongside him. An old man approached him. Turning  to him the wanderer smiled, but  the old man looked at him with  barely concealed hate.

“You are not welcome here anymore Anathema, our dragon blooded protectors will be here and you will run!”

The wanderer was shocked at his intensity, and hate!

I understand old man, I will be here again when the time comes, when you are threatened, I asked nothing this time and will ask nothing  next time.

The old man spits on the floor, and walks away. A small group had watched, the wanderer  was aware of them the old man was not. Smiling the wanderer rises bows to the back of the old man, looks like we have overstayed our welcome my friends.

He kept his emotions behind the stone wall of his will, he would turn that pain into a worthy weapon.The Autochon had a lot to teach them, and he would be a fast learner! Looking up to the sun, he mutterred a prayer to the unconquered  sun. Forgive me father for using Varin so, must I use him in this war so, or would you that I free him from his bonds? I do not know how I can release him from the blade, but if it is your will I will strive to free him. let me know your will on this and I will do as you ask.”

Series 11 – The Rise of the Autocthon

Week One

Braxus, Heaven’s Gaze, Jirah, Son of Stone and Oak, Lord Typhon.

We started at a first age Cathedral in Denandsor, the Forbidden City.  The First and Forsaken Lion had arrived and left with the book we required to find and defeat the Ebon Dragon, who, it is said, has formed a sixth element – Void, and had created the Void Dragon to embody and free himself from Malfeas.  Worse, two Alchemical Exalted were there and they prophesied the return of Autochthon and the destruction of Creation.  Many lost their wits, Son of Stone and Oak was particularly affected, finally snapping on the journey to the Manse of Braxus.  We journeyed to the Manse of Braxus in the Southwest, Northeast of the City of Steel Lotus, North of the Pinnacle of Mercy.  Son of Stone and Oak turned to drink to relieve the pain of witnessing the horrors of the world.

A great crack, like thunder, rolled from the far West and the Earth shook.  Braxus prayed to the Unconquered Sun as he felt directionless.  He was told that his answers will be found when he seeks the Golden Head.

Jirah raved some mad prophecy (see the Prophet’s dream of doom)

We arrived in Prometheus at Braxus’ Manse.  At the manse, people are dying from black poisoned water and one wing of the manse had fallen down.

Lord Typhon, a merchant prince and sorcerer from the north arrived unexpectedly at the Manse. He been shipping slaves to the mines of Gem in the south. When he arrived the city was utterly destroyed, and  a vision of the Unconquered Sun appeared to him, bidding him to forsake his old life, and ride to Braxus’ Manse to offer his aid. He had ridden for many days and nights on a magical steed, and was welcomed by Braxus, who would accept any aid in this time of need.

We travelled to Jirah’s people for an unknown reason (to Heaven’s Gaze).  Jirah saw the deserts running red with the blood of his people in a dream and believed he must protect them at all costs.  He spoke to his father, who assured him that his people were under no threat and he requested that they travel East, to Larjyn.

We went to the source of the river that flows by the manse to see what caused it to turn black and poisonous.

Jirah built us a boat on the way.

We launch the boat into the poisoned water, to find the source.

Week Two

Braxus, Heaven’s Gaze, Jirah, Son of Oak and Wood, Lord Typhon, Sestus Liya.

We had eighteen seconds of combat with some leather clad men in the water.

Heaven’s Gaze assumes the Violet bier of Sorrows defensive pose and stands her ground. The others fight, with Son of Stone and Oak repeatedly leaping over the poisonous water (probably high on Gummiberry Juice) and destroying the scenery along with the soldiers. (Obsidian Butterflies, Braxus combo’s).

The water eventually clears and we meet some others, two men, one made of Oricalcum, the other, moon metal. They take us to a city in a hovercraft.

Week Three

Braxus, Heaven’s Gaze, Jirah, Son of Oak and Wood, Lord Typhon, Sestus Liya.

All but Heaven’s Gaze give up their weapons and attend a meeting with the autocthons. They offer up their weapons on the promise that they will be treated as ambassadors in this ‘place of peace’. After a discussion, it becomes clear that the autocthons intend to conquer the world, and are deaf to the Exalts entreaties. They do provide Braxus with a phial of liquid which will  cleanse the poisoned water. The autocthons are dishonourable, and try to arrest the Exalts. A fight ensues. They are ambushed by the guards, and most of the Exalts are wounded. Lord Typhon is near death.

While this is happening, Heaven’s Gaze is chatting pleasantly to the Silver and Gold warriors and they exchange weapons.

Finally, Sestus Leia ensorcels the guards and all fall into a magical sleep.  The warriors in gold and silver permit them to leave, weaponless. Heaven’s Gaze transports the party back to the boat and they return to the manse.

Braxus breaks the phial of the autocthons into the river near his manse, and  although the water remains black and foul, the poison is neutralised. The sickness that had plagued the manse lifts slowly, although Braxus’ daughter, who had seemed well, dies unexpectedly. Fully two thirds of the folk of the manse are dead.

Heaven’s Gaze journeys to  Yu Shan for a meeting with her superiors, whilst the others recover at the manse.

Week Four

Braxus, Heaven’s Gaze, Jirah, Son of Oak and Wood, Lord Typhon, Sesus Liya

Heaven’s gaze returns from Yu Shan with a vision of autocthon armies boiling out of the ruins of Gem and the autocthon city to the south.

In view of the impending apocalypse, Braxus announces that he wishes to move his remaining people away from the manse in a fleet of warships. His shaky grasp of construction leads him to underestimate the time and effort involved, though.

Lord Typhon offers to get wood for Braxus, and with the aid of Sesus Liya, performs a great ritual to summon the Dragon of Wood, lord of the wood elementals. The ritual is a success, and as the sun reaches its zenith, the very trees contort themselves into the semblance of the wood dragon’s eye. Lord Typhon is persuasive, speaking of the dangers to creation posed by the autocthon army, and the Dragon offers its aid. sending an army of wood spiders, led by Tyrranos (??) who is contained within the form of a dragon. The elementals will serve for a year and a day, and Lord Typhon commands them to build a fleet of boats. They will take seventy days.

Braxus gives fine weapons to Lord Typhon and Sesus Liya to show his gratitude.

Braxus cremates his dead daughter and a crowd assembles to show their respects. At the height of the ceremony The Unconquered Sun speaks to the assembled Exalts, informing them that he has accepted the boy’s spirit. He also tells them to go to Nexus and seek help in the under-city.

Meanwhile, Heavens Gaze and Sesus Liya take the body of  their young companion who died in the plague to be buried at Heaven’s Gaze’s manse in Yu Shan.

The Exalts leave for Nexus in Prometheus.

Week Five

Heaven’s Gaze, Lord Typhon

Braxus is visiting the city council.

Heaven’s Gaze and Lord Typhon arrive in the undercity of Nexus, Arriss. They head to a First Age repair Cathederal known to Heaven’s Gaze. Passing many demon guards along the way, they arrive in a bloody temple of sacrifice to Jirah (her sense of direction in this city seems somewhat clouded by the passage of time). Many skeletons and their ghosts haunt the place trapped eternally in this place of their death. They died, cast through a hole in the high ceiling to fall onto two orichalcum spikes in front of the golden throne of Jirah. Heavens Gaze releases them from their torment and sends them on their way. They meet a third circle demon – Erembour, that which calls to the sadow, and Lord Typhon sucumbs to her carnal desires.  She agrees to aid the Solars, but warns that for her assistance, any activity they undertake must be at night – in the shadows.

Week Six

Braxus, Heaven’s Gaze, Jirah, Son of Oak and Wood, Lord Typhon, Sesus Liya

Jirah on the journey to Nexus lay in a slumber, his concern for the fate of the south making him journey into the dreamworlds. Visionsof the hordes descending upon their cities, the slaughter of all within the city walls and the end of all that the cities had been and would be, show in all it’s horror to the leaders of the city states. All this in the hope that they would prepare and at least stand some chance against locust hordes.

The discussions over whether to act against the Authochthon  was over, creations fate was to be defended by the companion. In Nexus they entered again into Jirah’s ancient city Arius, the repair cathedral was to be found and the beggining of the rise against the treacherous Autochthon would begin. Artifacts were found and repaired, with the knowledge of heavens Gaze and Jirah, weapons and armour were repaired for the upcoming fight against the Locusts.

A third circle demon (Insert name) offered it’s help at the battle of Lap, but the price fo the aid was never given. Jirah decided to remain at his city, materials were gathered for the upcoming work to help in the war. the Wanderer in white arived at Nexus and with Heavens gaze, Son Of, decide Oak and Wood decided that they would go to Lap and fight against the Locust hordes marching upon it.

Arriving at the great city that sits in the lap of a great statue of a god, they anounce themselves to Teppet “” offering aid in the upcoming fight. Despite his hatred of the Anathema, he acepts their aid as the enemy of my enemy is my friend. 20,000 were heading to crush The lap, 5,147 troops and the exalts were all that stands in the way. Thousands of the troops in the city had left, not wishing to die under the command of fool of a leader.

5000 Regaran troops and 147 of teppets troops were all that stood against the army soon to arrive. But as the hordes outside the city amassed, a great creak was heard as 5000 regarans left to join the ranks of the locust hordes. Despair fell upon the city of Lap, as the the rage of two solars fell upon the ranks of the traitors. The Wanderer in White and Son Of Oak and Wood fell upon them like a raging wind. As the Autochthon hordes move upon the great city with it’s gate wide open to the invaders.

Series 11 – The Prophecy

The Fickle Lady shows me things, my friend.  Terrible things.  A time of tumult for all our kind.  I see an empty throne and a rotting mountain corpse. An ancient prison throws open its doors, and a plague of locusts who walk like men descends on the land.  The dead rise to become gods, and gods fall to become as the dead. A great fire erupts in the South, greater than has ever been seen before.  Five score is the number of dead princes.  Two score and ten is the number of the green sun princes who break the world.  May the Unconquered Sun save us all!