Returning to the Regicider base after their somewhat harrowing day, Cranzalar, Vi, and Uzi were greeted by an incredibly cheerful Bailiff and a shower of confetti.
’You fuckin’ did it!’ they grin, ‘I’ve put together a bit of a party, to celebrate!’
The party, covered in cuts, bruises, and each having almost died at least once that day, elected to skip the party and get some sleep.
Cranzalar had a fairly ominous dream that night, of a watery abyss filled with statues of people he knows, and a colossal something swimming toward him. He woke in a cold sweat – if Dragonborns can sweat – to find the music still playing and the base seemingly deserted.
Following a trail of clues, the party found that the dragonborn eggs had hatched, but most of the eggs’ contents was similarly absent. They ventured into the depths of the base, gathering more of the hatchlings along the way – and a little glass shark – and eventually found Bailiff, blindfolded and tied to a chair in some kind of panic room. They’d been out to stock up on supplies, and when they came back everything just went dark.
Vi spotted some movement on one of the monitors, of a figure that had appeared in the room with all the hatchlings. It was Vi’s Brother, spiriting the baby dragonborn through a portal to the feywild. The party raced to confront him, and in the ensuing conflict, Cranzalar’s protective rage led to him almost killing Vi’s Brother.
For Vi, her perception of time slowed to a crawl, hours seeminng to pass between each heartbeat. The Mask of the Mind Spider spoke to her.
’I can calm your friend and save your brother,’ it whispered. ‘All I ask in return, is permission to move beyond just this mask.’
Vi refused. The cost – whatever it was – would be too high. She threw herself into the path of Cranzalar’s magic, splitting the harm between herself and her brother. In the struggle, Uzi was able to rescue the last remaing hatchling – a white dragonborn.
Cranzalar came to his senses.
He attempted to heal Vi’s Brother, and was just able to uncloud his mind for a moment – the party learned that Vi’s Brother took the hatchlings for the Leviathan, the entity worshipped by the Cult of the Flood. He said that since Dragonborn are originally of the ocean, the Leviathan is free to lay claim to them.
Then I’m pretty sure Vi just knocked the fucker out.
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