Date Played: 10a -2p May 19th, 2025 @ Guardian Games
Location: The volcanic island rising beneath Starbit Bay
Party Members:
- Imogen – Goliath Fighter, summoned home by storm and prophecy
- Ashera – Copper Dragonborn Druid, grovekeeper
- May – Glamourous Fairy Bard
- Kitsune – Ao-Myōkaijin Kitsune Paladin
- Vesolnir – Human Wizard
- Toby – Human Cleric
- Seara Windtreader – (NPC), envoy of Imogen’s homeland
A Weight to Carry
The mountain loomed higher now—growing with each tremor, as if the land itself strained to deliver something ancient and terrible into the world.
The Seed could no longer be contained within the Bag of Holding that had safely carried it here. Its final delivery would require teamwork, sacrifice, trust, and the letting go of fear.
The party began their ascent, battered by wind, flame, and memory.
This was no simple hike.
The climb took the form of a seven-phase skill challenge, testing body, mind, and magic.
The party easily makes it past the first several hazards and challenges with relative ease.
Each success carried them higher. Each failure brought danger. But always, the Seed of Becoming pulsed with purpose —calling upward as it’s weight pulled it harder and harder towards the ground.
Interruption by Flame
Midway through the climb, the heavens cracked open.
As the Seed neared the summit, the mountain itself rebelled. An eruption knocked Imogen back, the Seed slipping from her grasp. The final challenge failed twice—disaster loomed.
That’s when the charm on Seara has worn off and she has been seeing this go down and races in to help. She pulls out the Nimbus Tuft and rises up to Imogen and Kitsune who are bearing the seed.
Seara took the Seed and sacrificed herself to ensure it made it into the mountain..
With a final look toward Imogen—part forgiveness, part farewell—she soared into the heart of the volcano, the Nimbus Tuft bearing her into fire and myth.
During this time Skarith skitters away and Vesolnir takes a crossbow shot, missing him.
After they settled down they noticed the dying Tiamat Cultist that Skarith was desperately defending in his final throes. On his corpse they found a pair of gloves made from a young dragon’s molt..
Birth of the Leybough
As the party began their trek back towards the ship….
There, deep within the mountain, the Seed rooted.
A radiant shockwave pulsed out across the land.
- The Leybough erupted skyward, a world-tree of silver bark and shifting green flame.
- Magic rewove itself into the beginnings of a new harmony.
- The earth calmed.
- The Ruk’tai paused in wonder.
- And from the tree’s roots rose a luminous form:
Myrrhalei, Shardmother of the New Weave.
Freed from her prison of earth and ember, she took her place at the loom of the world.
Here the Party sees individual visions through the canopy of the crystal needles of the Leybough.
Session End: The Weight of Duty
- The mountain was climbed.
- A dragon’s fury was endured.
- The Seed was delivered through failure and great sacrifice.
- The Weave was rewoven.
- Gods were born.
- A friend left.
But all acts bear cost.
Seara is gone—
The Ruk’tai still suffer—though the world shifts, they remain broken.
Skarith vanished,into the storm, his fire still burns—and his memory still smolders.
And for Imogen, the clouds of destiny gather once more, rides away on her nimbus tuft taking a a small cutting of the Leybough and the Love of the party with her.
The world has changed, but hasn’t yet healed. It is now …becoming.