Wildthorn Against the Rising Tide

Fantasy·Kenny Brewster

25 scenes
Scene20
Interrogating the Pirate's SecretsA dank, claustrophobic stone cell within the Brass Shield hold
Interrogating the Pirate's Secrets
Ollisir the Silent

Ollisir the Silent

The mind of this wretch is brittle. He holds onto his captain's secrets as if they were his own life, but he does not realize that the shadow of Eulstria has already abandoned him to us.

The Battered Pirate

The Battered Pirate

The sand... it triggers the collapse... look for the shimmering silk in the dark...

Ollisir the Silent

Ollisir the Silent

Harold, he speaks of a deadfall trap near the tide line. The entire grotto is rigged to bury intruders in a tomb of silt and stone.

Harold Blackhoof

Harold Blackhoof

If Vok is that paranoid, the entrance is likely a killing field. We cannot simply charge in, no matter how much I want to end this.

Harold Blackhoof

Harold Blackhoof

Ask him about the tides, Ollisir. If the trap depends on the water levels, we may have a window of opportunity when the flow is at its peak.

Ollisir the Silent

Ollisir the Silent

Understood, Captain. I will bleed the rest of this filth dry.

+ Scene Quest Added

Navigate the grotto trap

I say to ollisir, youre drow, they fight deep wars under cities, sneaking, arcana phasing through rock, trapping and anti-trapping each other, can you counter her webs there?

FAILURE (Good Arcana, rolled -4)

Interrogating the Pirate's Secrets
Ollisir the Silent
Ollisir the Silent
Harold Blackhoof

Harold Blackhoof

Ollisir, you are drow, you have fought these deep, shadow wars under cities for cycles. You know the art of phasing through rock, trapping, and counter-trapping. Can you find a way to neutralize those webs before we trigger the collapse?

Ollisir the Silent

Ollisir the Silent

I have faced many snares, Harold. Let me peer into the weave of this magical silt and see if I can unravel the anchor points.

Ollisir presses his pale, thin fingers against the damp stone, his eyes glazing over as he attempts to track the arcane flow of the trap.

Ollisir the Silent

Ollisir the Silent

The pattern is deeper than a simple ward. It is parasitic.

Suddenly, the drow recoils, a sharp hiss escaping his lips as a burst of violet necrotic feedback snaps back from the stone.

Ollisir the Silent

Ollisir the Silent

It is not a mere ward, Harold! It is bound to the life-force of the priestess herself. My probe did not just fail, it triggered an alarm in the grotto. The cave is shifting as we speak.

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