The End of Eternity: LoF Session LVI
As we stand in stunned silence after our epic battle with the monstrous fire elemental, a cracking sound appears above us, as the chasm across the sky widens. Andrathi’s chains crack open, and he is released. Confused, he realizes that Jhavul is released into the material realm. He says “the legacy of fire must end”.
Zahkmed lets us know that his soul is fading. Ce-tan asks Andrathi for knowledge to help us defeat Jhavul. He explains that due to warping of fate and twisting of reality that he could not be defeated. In an effort to bind him, they created this realm. He had hid amongst Andrathi’s family for centuries. He comes from a time since the beginning of time itself, his witchcraft makes him have mastery above all others. Only one person can have power over him, someone that bound the genies to begin with. A god amongst gods. If we wish to bind him we must first find the bottle that was attuned to him.
He went on to explain that the House al Bazaan had come to an unfortunate end a few centuries before the war. All nobles of the house came to unfortunate ends, but there we can find the truth. Jhavul is not his real name. Jhavul has power over other genies, and is second to only Suleimon, the original genie.
The court within the city of Brass could potentially point us in the right direction, Every day Jhavul remains in the mortal world, he can grant 3 wishes. Jhavul seeks to become a god himself, that is his end goal.
Ce-tan then asks what allies we could seek among the court, as surely we will need allies to complete such a task that has been set before us. The vizier would be our best hope we are told, which is the Sultans right hand man.
Andrathi tells us that when he trapped Jhavul here he made it so it could never be opened again. A final resting place if you will.
Faharid then asks if we should kill all the proteans or shi-tan, it seems that killing is all that is on his mind lately. Nex did not trust the proteans, as the shi-tan were brought here so they would keep the proteans in turn bound and forced to serve.
Andrathi then begins to shake, and, as so many days before him, proceeds to die. His cat familiar lies limp before him.
Upon reaching the hostel, Kalifeed is asked what occurred. He recites all. The Major Domo tells us that she never saw the bottle on Jhavul, and that it is most likely hidden. Although he concedes that the bottle could be carefully concealed among Jhavul’s body. She offers to lead us to Candlewall.
After a two hour journey, we arrive to Candlewall. An island churns with raging sandstorms and turbid waters. Dillex Mah’ad, the Major Domo, says once we step foot on Candlewall Oberark, they will know of our presences, making home at the Golden Bowl, a small canyon deep into the desert and unknown to those who don’t know the sand rivers. It would take half a day to get there.
On idea, the lead the boat to the rivers of sand. The boat lurched and crawled among the rivers of sand. The sand abutting, sand and dust devils moving about/ The web of seething rivers of sands rolled about and flowed to the beachhead. The boat angles and rides the boat like a tide. The bizzare sand flows spiral, and whirl, and crawl up and down dunes. Hours pass and the sandstorms blow and pass, as sand sticks to the hull and covers the deck. When suddenly we hear a thundering caw of birds circling above the boat. Three sound an alarm, on the other side of a cloud.
Three huge Roc’s descend on the boat. Kalifeed immediately disappears and fly’s into the air, taking a defensive position above the boats. One of the Roc’s takes Faharid into his mouth, flying in the air until he breaks free and deftly lands back on the boat, barely wounded as he hits the boat with a thud. Another Roc picks up one end of the boat 15 feet above the water, displaying his power and determination to kill us all, dropping it and causing those remaining on the boat to have to carefully keep their footing. Ce-tan’s companion shoots fire from his ring, hitting a Roc with a glancing blow. Ce-tan then casts confusion on two of the Roc’s, to great affect.
Khatovar then leaps into the air, reaching nearly twenty feet high, landing on a roc and starts attacking it as it flies well above the boat. His grace, his natural skill, is surreal to witness.
Kalifeed then casts a lightning arc only to observe that they are highly resistant to lightning, as the arc spreads across them like a faraday cage. Another Roc then swoops to one end of the boat, and then casts a sand breath weapon which covers the entire boat, blasting sand into every orifice imaginable. Another Roc then slams into the boat, shredding the sails. These Roc’s aren’t fucking around. Faharid then charges the roc on the boat, dealing devastating blows while parrying the Roc’s attacks. Ce-tan casts fireball. Khatovar then does 1259 damage to a roc as he unleashes his masturbating fists of ejaculation on a Roc. He really can squeeze blood from a stone.
Kalifeed then casts flame strike, to little effect as it avoids the brunt of the blast. A roc tries to turn Faharid to stone, almost succeeding until Khatovar calls out to him with the voice of an angel and wills him to withstand the spell with all his might. Faharid is then, only with Khatovar’s help, able to withstand the spell. And then immediately returns by attacking with all his might, landing two critical blows. The Roc looks like it is hanging on by a thread. The battle rages on for a few moments more, until the trio of Roc’s realize they met their proverbial paper, and succumb to our glorious might. The battle is over, and we press on undeterred in our task to save the world.