Downtime 02 ❖ April 24, 2020
Erebos and his fellow wizard complete their trade of spells.
| Garviel learns a new Prayer, Fear - Cleric Level 1; test Wisdom. Foe of 5HD or less flees for 1d4 rounds, or 1 round if you fail. |
He also develops a basic grasp of the written language of Zyan, and can now write messages using the 100 most common words.
Rhea finds a book from a century ago, when Saint Garanax of the Crows traveled through the last door to open to Zyan and brought back the first of the great birds now ridden by the Chatelaine’s Storm Riders.
He describes the guilds of Zyan:
The Fleischguild, who sacrifice the sacred beasts in their porcelain abbatoirs, to feed the hunger of the Unrelenting Archons, the gods of Zyan. They worship Vulgatis, Archon of unseemly and fecund growth.
The Inquisitors, who dispense justice from beneath beaked masks. They worship Azmarane, spinner of the skeins of fate.
The Horoscops, keepers of the calendar, who mourn the passing of each season with public festivals. They watch the heavens above and below, and worship Thovis, the Archon of distance and measure.
The Benefactors, who provide charity to those in need though not out of kindness. They worship Nulfex, the Archon of absence and negation.
The Guides, the guild of explorers, warrior-poets who seek to conquer the unexplored and uncreated alike. They worship Foravion, Devourer of Reality.
The Guildless, criminals and outcasts, rendered mute by their punishment. They dwell in the undercity, scorned and sometimes hunted, cursing their own reflections.
Unfortunately this is all she is able to glean before the librarians decide she’s a disreputable sort and bar her from the library.
Aeris sets to work fashioning armour from the terrible skin of the white beast, but normal tanning solutions prove ineffective at treating the hide. To finish it will require collecting the urine of some terrible beast of the lands through Ultan’s door. (So, good luck with that. -ed)