Went to meet the faction leaders, the red oracle was absent, party told them most of what party did/knew leaving out the mask and that they found the coronation scroll
Maeva comes in later with a satchel with a group of presumably researchers
She says she has a lot to talk about
Stops mid sentence, started floating, black smoke comes out of her
Says One banner will fall by next moon choose which
Black stuff
Maeva is dead now
At some point Moss informs Orin Vale about the mask we found cuz Vesper forgot lmao
Later Sol is with the man she recognized (her former prisoner turned lover), asks him stuff
Gimbol, JB, and Moss return to the tavern
At the tavern a fight starts, two guys sneak upstairs to room
Gimbol sounds an alarm, guys run off
4 guys total
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Guys get away
JB is alone with bag, stares at it, fails to shield his mind, forgets bag exists, goes back downstairs for drinking
Moss inspects bag, shimmers, gets feeling Lady Maeva wasn’t the one who cast magic on it
Jb has a dream of that he doesn’t reveal until later
Next morning take the satchel to magic academy
Jb sacrifices Sol’s imp over the satchel
Bag contains a vial and some papers
One of the papers (of undeciphered text) was ripped from Mask in the Flame ancient tome
Vesper and sol translate unreadable ritual paper via comprehend languages
We name the fire
we name the face
We name the blood that bore the first
We hold the line we break the chain we bind the leap
Flame remember mask dissolve anchor endure
Let the tether burn
Party looks at the Vial
Crystal instead of glass
Spirals crowns outlines of masks
Stopper is a silver cork, tarnished
Etched in sigil, shifts out of corner of eye
Same sigils as circle on paper
Deep crimson thick blood flecks of black and gold in dissolving spiral pattern
Faint warmth
Heartbeat like feeling
Indiscernible faint whisper
Worn inscription on the side, preserve the severing do not break the chain
Warmer as handled
Gimbol recognized face one of the people
As gimbal figures this out, his head tilts back
He’s In a vast hall of fire, glyphs swirl in air like embers, faces flicker in flames oracles hosts wearing different masks, each screams as flame leap from body to the next
Upon leaving the room in magic academy: Partys Vision At Magic Acadamy
Flames stretch into long red threads that pull away from reality
Chamber disappears
In starless void same as
jb dream
Single throne carved from bone and shadow blood drips up from armrests
Figure sits on behind mask of shifting flames
Figure speaks into the party’s minds “the crown bleeds next”
Spinning floating in hand coronation relics each burning with different light
Tendril coil around the symbols
Fivefold mandate falters one relic lies one breaks one betrays
Throne cracks blood fractures from throne form river towards
Each sees someone important to them
Figure says ‘find them before i do or i will wear them next’
Didn’t seem to be the oracle, it was the flame itself
Flame probably commands the oracle
Anchors keep the oracle powerful