Session Information

Session Date: 21st Sep 2025
Saga: 6th Saga - Urban Legends
Attendance: Sam Gallon,Rowan Hales,Tom Brothers,Caleb Hamlet

Session Summary

Back in the Black Tower, the party confronted the grim reality of the OFC’s finances, finding only a few thousand gold in the vaults. Discussions turned to how the fledgling nation might survive, ranging from trade diplomacy to bold piracy. Halfbie, guided by Chenris’ calculating edge, proposed an audacious plan: destroy and loot the Golden Fleet, both eliminating a threat and securing immense wealth. Though not all were convinced, the group agreed it had merit, and Viktor suggested hosting a council with the people to decide the nation’s course. In the meantime, Halfbie and Viktor pursued research into separating Halfbie from Chenris, while Mordecai arranged for his estranged father Robert to help with the military in exchange for prosthetic legs, which Halfbie eagerly crafted.

Elsewhere, Drache honoured Korrigan’s memory by tending his garden, only to encounter harpies who warned of a great evil festering in Blackwall. With just a week to root it out, their ominous words left a new weight on the party’s shoulders. Back in town, Halfbie tested the Tome of Unfinished Stories by writing that wealthy benefactors would deliver gold—and to everyone’s amazement, a parade of strange and powerful figures arrived bearing tribute. Among them were Galen Verix, the pirate-dragon Malachi, Haldir Heleyarus, and even Jub of Jub’s Tribe. The bizarre procession offered both fortune and foreboding, culminating in an unsettling confrontation with Arwyn Gryffon and his lecherous demands. Each encounter further blurred the lines between chance, divine meddling, and dangerous manipulation of reality itself.

The final visitor, Scorch Dustblood of a powerful desert family, escalated the strange gathering into violence. Enraged, Scorch attacked the party with terrifying speed and strength, cutting them down before they could mount a proper defence. The group awoke battered, their wounds tended by Steve Ulan and his healers, but all of the conjured gold was gone—save for a single mocking bag left behind. Their foray into rewriting fate had ended not with profit, but with bloodshed, warning them that meddling with powers beyond their grasp carried consequences they were ill-prepared to face.

Full Session Notes

With little else to do, The Party returned to the Black Tower, where they discussed how they weren't comfortable with Steve Ulan remaining in charge of the OFC, regardless of their previous events with the rebels and Ashen Cult. It was decided that it was for the best that they stayed in the nation, figured out what was happening, and sorted out as many issues as possible. Their first stop was the underground vaults to see the OFC's finances.

Walking into the vault, they found it had around 2-3000 gold, which was ok but not nearly enough to run a nation on. Halfbie asked the accountant what their highest expenditures were. The main ones were paying soldiers and repairing areas after the rebels or the war for the OFC's freedom. Halfbie said they could use magic to help with the repairs, but didn't have a good plan for the soldiers. Their pay and equipment were difficult to fix.

Mordecai suggested they start working on some of the plans they have come up with, as some, like becoming an entrepreneur nation, could start bringing in some money. Halfbnie liked the ID but was unsure where they would get the money to fund the arts—a question that Mordecai didn't have an answer for.

Viktor pulled out a map and asked which nations The Party had no evil enemies with, suggesting the golden fleet was a potential and untapped revenue source. Halfbie said they probably would want to work with The Party after they flew into the sky and rained fireballs on their ships. Mordecai pointed to Uvam, saying they could be ok depending on the town. Ehobel was unknown at this point; the Dawn are so uneatable that it's hard to tell if they would trade with the OFC. Viktor pointed to Lost Haven, stating they were probably too unstable.

At this point, Victor noticed that Halfbie was intently staring at the map, deep in obvious thought. Mordecai, following Victor's gaze, recognised the expression and smiled, knowing a plan was forming in Halfbie / Chenris' mind.

Halfbie spoke like his words were hunting for something. "What if we killed two birds with one stone?" The Party was instantly interested, "The Golden fleet is a threat to our side as they hold a lot of trade by sea, which is a powerful resource for us. what if we destroyed the golden fleet and looted them for all they had?"

Halfbie explained that doing business with them was too expensive as they were untrustworthy, but destroying them would eliminate that issue and give them a large amount of gold to support the nation. Drache commented that the fleet was a lot richer than most nations combined.

Drache also pointed out that the fleet was doable, but the golden fort would be very difficult, almost impossible. "no one has been able to take them on for Centries"

"Exactly!" exclaimed Halfbie before quickly returning to their emo facade. Because no one has challenged them in years, their defensive skills will be even worse than their offensive skills. Plus, attacking the fleet would make the whole organisation angry at the OFC."

Not everyone was convinced, but they all agreed that the plan had some merit. Regardless, Viktor pointed out that they should also hold a meeting to ask the nation what they wanted to do with the OFC, something everyone agreed on. The delegation decided to invite everyone in the nation to Blackwall in two days to discuss the nation's future.

During their two days, Viktor and Halfbie spent most of their time researching and following any of Chenris's leads on giving Halfbie their body. Mordecai walked into the library to find Viktor hitting against a book, having been there for hours. Halfbie, however, was doing fine. In fact, they were enjoying themselves, as their hometown didn't have a lot of books. Whole Halfbie wasn't hitting the books; they were using their fabricate spell to help rebuild the town, explaining he soot and dirt on their clothes.

Mordecai had spoken to Drache and realised that Robert Thronwood|Mordecai's father]] would make a great candidate for leading the military and could help them get their art/ exports into the Uvam Dynasty. Mordecai explained that after a rather annoying conversation, Robert agreed to help them with the military and would even sell their art to the fruit cutters on the condition that they give him a new pair of legs. It was something Mordecai hoped Halfbie could help with, since they were good at building things.

Halfbie was happy to build the legs and revealed they had meant to make a few bits and offered to create something that would help Mordecai control their magics a bit better. Mordecai exclaimed that they would be eternally grateful for anything that would help them with this. Halbfie excitedly got to work.

While this was happening, Drache went to the back of the city to find Korrigan's old garden, hoping to keep it alive in the man's honour. He fashioned a grave for himself and then began tending to the plants in the area. He picked up a water can and watered everything, nd it seemed to instantly grow and get a lot healthier, which confused Drache. Still, he assumed it was some Fey water left over from Korrigan.

He was admiring his work until he heard a strange noise from the nearby forest. Went to investigate and along a trail he came across a group of Harpies standing over the mangled corpse of another Harpy, something he knew would have been incredibly difficult to do, knowing their status as heralds of Seraphina. he tentatively approached the situation before one called out to him.

"You mortal," its voice boomed, " you have no business here, leave."

One of the two on the ground next to the body spoke. Drache's eyes were drawn to the sound of flapping wings, discovering a group of Harpies flying above.

"Hey..." said Drache calmly, raising his hands in a gesture to mean no harm."I just wanted to get an idea of what's going on here. I mean, this looks awful. But I just you know we saw a harpy flying about earlier, and they were in the middle of a fight with something, and I wonder if that's added anything to do with this."

"You speak for a town of Blackwall?"

"Part of a group that speaks for the town of Black Hall."

"You hold a great evil. You bring it out, and we will vanquish it. You don't spring it out, then we will destroy you."

"There is a great evil in Black wall?"

"Correct mortal", it croaked, "How long would it take?"

"It could take quite a while, and we don't know even where to start. I don't know what we're looking for... This could take A week if not more."

"Good. A week. That's much better than our estimates"

"Well i did say, or more.."

"Still much better than two or three millennia!"

The Harpy seemed unaware of how long this time frame was due to their immortality, which caused Drache to explain that his race typically lived for 80 years, so he would not even get to 1 millennium to do a task. The Harpy almost laughed, saying it was barely a blink for them before letting out a shriek that signalled the rest of the harpies to disperse and for Drache to leave them be.

Halfbie soon built the legs and a wand for Mordecai. He worked with Viktor to create a pair of prosthetics made of wood and with the prestigitation spell built into them. They were programmed to make a spark every time Robert took a step, but for the first 8 hours, he was the only one not to notice.

Roiibert howled in pain as the legs were attached and fell over immediately when he first tried to walk. Mordecai sheepishly approached his father to try and help him up, but he pushed mrod away, claiming he could do it himself. Mordecai stepped back and tried to hide his smile, watching his father fall over continuously.

Leaning against the door, Robert asked what he should get started on first and instead pointedly suggested that it would be the art. Mordecai defensively said yes, but had no idea why that should be. Halfbie helpfully chimmed in, explaining that running a military without capital would be difficult. Robert immediately brightened to the idea and commended Halfbie for their smarts. While looking down their nose, they wondered why Mordecai couldn't be more like his friend.

"This is for difference between you. Someone who understands the world." growled Robert.

"Hey, that's why I asked. I wanted to say it was odd to be an asshole, but I knew that people would know better. I'm using my resources because I actually accept help, " Mordecai retorted.

"Hey that's not hard to know better than you"

"That and it's not that hard to walk, so fuck you"

Halfbie interrupted the conversation by saying, "Speaking of understanding the world..." They outstretched their arm before saying, "I sure wish that a bunch of random rich people would come and give me 3000 gold"

There was a long pause, and everyone in the room looked at each other, half-bewildered. They gave a coy smile before opening the Tome of Unfinished Stories and rephrasing that event so that people actually did provide them with money. There was an even longer pause before a knock at the door.

Halfbie beckoned them in, and with the open door came a blizzard of tension. Halfbie saw out of the corner of their eye as Mordecai's attentions were grabbed; they went white with shock and fear. Chenris' voice rang out in their head as he coyly gave Galen Verix an introduction. Before Halfbie had a chance to greet them properly, a blade was thrust into their abdomen with frightening accuracy. Chenris asked if they wanted him to take over, something Halfbie was happy to oblige.

Halfbie's demeanour shifted as Chenris took over. Still clutching his wound, he healed it back up and greeted the dead king properly with a bow that he meant as a sacrifice but came across as somewhat sarcastic. Galen sneered before dropping a heavy bag of gold in [[Money|Chenris Tallfellow ‡|Chenris]]' outstretched hand. He then quickly turned to leave.

"Uh uh ah," Chenris' voice rang out. Galen's face went pale for a moment before recovering, and he came swishing as he turned on his heel to face Chenris. "Thank you for the gold, but I believe we have some payment due for a job without a mutual friend."

Galen dismissively said, "Right?"

"It was 1000 gold each, which you're contractually obligated to hand over"

Galen stormed back into the room, rage boiling in his eyes as he handed over his dues. While this was happening, Viktor activated his eyes of the grave ability, something he did almost instinctively now, only to find that Galen was well and truly dead ^[1].

After handing the gold over and storming out, another knock was at the door. Chenris excitedly opened the door to find Drache standing in front of a long queue of people. Chenris bluntly stated that Drache couldn't just skip the line. Drache tried to plead that he wasn't here to give Chenris any money. Still, his hopeful smile quickly faded as Chenris pointed out the result of their last dice game some months ago. He promptly paid up before entering the room.

Next was a small-looking figure wearing all black armour with their face concealed beneath a hood. They nervously walked and dumped the money in Chenris' hand before leaving without saying a word. Chenris tried to call and get their name, but they were gone.

Next, a halfling entered the room. Chenris instantly recognised him as the man from his singular wooden eye and large cane. He heartily greeted Halos Goodbarrel by name, who answered his greeting with a confused look as he asked what he was doing here.

"I believed you were part of a boy's machinations", Chenris explained.

"Ah, yes, either way, it's strange I fell drawn to you..." Halos' voice trailed off.

Chenris admitted he felt the same, almost a brotherly connection to the man. They both pondered in silence before Halos handed over the bag of gold. The man then turned to leave. Chenris offered some help, but Halos was fine, as some kind man made purple portals in the corridor to help everyone get home.

"Indeed, anyway, I'm going through my portal now. So, Oh, I wish you well on your money-gathering scheme. 3000 gold is not really a bother for me," said Halos as he turned to leave, "Ifyou ever in the need for For a good good old chinwag And some good old halfling beer come find me in the Maryhollows."

"I might take you up on that. Something makes me want to, you know, unleash on the necrotic energies down a weird cave system with you... strange."

Drache pulled Viktor and Mordecai aside to ask what the hell was happening. They were shocked as they explained that Halfbie wrote in the Tome of Unfinished Stories that many random rich people would give them 3000 gold. This explanation somehow left them more confused than before, but they decided to just watch and see what happened.

The next guest arrived, but instead of knocking on the door, the wall suddenly caved in, and an ancient gold dragon entered the room. It turned its long neck to look at Chenris and greeted him in a pirate accent. Chenris returned the greeting kindly.

The dragon suddenly transformed into an old man with a long braided beard and pirate clothes. He pulled out a large bag of gold before saying, " Argg, m'hearties, here's ya 3000 gold doubloons. Now, I think it's my turn to take what you have."

The pirate gestured the various bags of gold around Chenris, with some thinking Chenris convinced the pirate to wait until the end for a bigger haul. He then slipped all of the gold in a bag of his holding, aiming to swap it for the bag of devouring later. They found a space to sit and wait as the next guest arrived.

Next was Haldir Heleyarus, who walked in with a sour-looking plaster on his face. He wasn't pleased that Chenris, of all people, was using such a powerful relic in a quick money-making scheme. Chenris blamed the whole thing on Halfbie but explained he wasn't going to argue with the results.

With a click of his fingers, Haldir created a magnetic bubble that forced everyone to manifest as the bodies they truly were. Mordecai stood next to Seifer Willow, a ghost apparition of Korrigan appeared next to Drache, and Halfbie and Chenris stood side-by-side. With a perfected headmaster's gaze, he questioned Halfbie on their actions.

Halfbie saw nothing wrong with how they were using the book and pointed out that, as a researcher, Haldir should be well aware of the pain of trying to undo one's research and know that many would accept money from strange places if it meant the research could continue. Haldir's eye twitched as he couldnot or would not refute the artguement, he simply truned on his heal and left the room, ending the spell.

Next came a goblin with a large crown on his head. The goblin sauntered in and gave Halfbie's body a look. "I believe I need to give some gold to the top dog here." The goblin licked his lips as he continued his lustrous gaze at Chenris.

Chenris, unaware of the man's lecherous looks, confirmed he was the 'top dog' present, outstretched his hand, and asked the man to introduce himself. The king laughed, "I see how it is. I know you're fangirling right now."

A now confused Chenris stated that he did not identify as a woman and honestly had no idea who this man was. After much onside flirting, the man introduced himself as Jub of Jub's Tribe.

Jub eventually handed over a bag of sticky gold. Jub plushed as he explained that he and his friend had made it to get the gold ready for them before he left. Chenris quickly put the bag on the floor, thanking Jub for his generous contribution.

Next was Merek the Wise. The halfling was initially very against giving the group any money and even said his book was solely based on people he knew, such as Benris, Lordakai, Bracher, Bal, and Kadan. He eventually handed over a stack of 300 copies of his book, explaining that all of his wealth was tidied up in the books. He quickly ran off, stating that every time he interacts with The Party, they make him do weird things.

Next was a heavily obese half-elf, Arwen Gryffon, who froze Mordecai on the spot. The man hobbled with a large bucket of chicken grease and a greasy bag of gold coins. He handed the coins over before turning to Mordecai, delighted that the tiefling remembered him. Mordecai tried ot get the man to leave as soon as possible, but Arwyn had no intentions of leaving so soon.

"I missed you so much boy, i wanna fuck you, ill make nice and rough!" he spluttered through his grease-clogged throat. He then turned ot Chenris and offered to buy Mordecai for 9000 gold on top of the regular 3000. Chenris quickly tourneyed him away, stating they weren't for sale. Arwyn counteroffered with 15000 gold, leaving Mordecai outraged as Chenris considered the offer for far too long.

Arwyn then spotted Viktor and offered 15,000 to quote, "fuck the drow." Chenris denied the offer, saying, "I know you want this drow bussy, but that simply won't happen." Looking dejected, Arwyn began to leave the room, but not before informing Mordecai that he would eventually get the tiefling back; it was just a matter of time.

Finally, a Fire Genasi entered the room and immediately pointed a blade at Victor's throat. They introduced themselves as Scorch Dustblood, a name Victor knew well as a powerful family in the desert. Viktor greeted them rudely, gesturing at the sword, "Well met, friend, that'll cost you 3000 gold."

"We don't p,ay those games where im from", Scrooch spat.

"Then leave", Viktor spat back.

"I am compelled to saty. Something tells me I have to put 3000 gold in that man's hand."

"How strange..." Chenris said coyly.

"That's all you have to do, and then you can leave", reasoned Drache.

"It doesn't say that any of you have to be alive when i leave either."

While this happened, Mordecai suddenly felt their hand move towards their dagger, and an outraged Seifer commanded Mordecai to kill Scorch. Mordecai tried to ask why, but Seifer was so enraged by this person's presence that they could do nothing but scream in anger.

Chneris and Drache tried to defuse the situation, but Scorch was already mad and ready to kill them all and anyone they held close. The Party got ready for a fight. Chenris was halfway through chanting a spell when a flash of blades suddenly appeared, cutting deep into their skin hundreds of times. After that, the battle was a blur as the unprepared party was beaten one by one.

They awoke some time later to Steve Ulan and many medical professionals treating their wounds as best they could. Much to Halfbie's dismay, the gold was all gone except for one last bag that Scorch left in The Party's unconscious bodies.

Trivia & Notes

• Chenris Tallfellow ‡ and Halos Goodbarrel where both character that Sam Gallon and James Absolom used in a oneshot togther where they became a fun chaotic duo that spent most of their time drunk and messing with the rest of The Party.

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