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4662 AR: On Government published https://pathfinderwiki.com/wiki/Darl_Jubannich Written by Darl Jubannich, this is critical of House Thrune. It helped to spark both the Red Revolution of Galt and Andoran's People's Revolt.
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4662 AR: On Government published https://pathfinderwiki.com/wiki/Darl_Jubannich Written by Darl Jubannich, this is critical of House Thrune. It helped to spark both the Red Revolution of Galt and Andoran's People's Revolt.
Night Visions
Written with this track in mind:
A Dream of Femick Embersword:
Voices all around me making small talk mixed with the clanking of glasses and plates. A hundred people in expensive outfits admiring one another. One voice rises above the others, simply exclaims the word “Look!”
Rising to gaze over the crowd and out the veranda doors away Southwest, we see huge columns of black smoke, even in the failing light they are plain to see. Many small ones, and three larger than the rest. The docks are the nearest. An entire pier is ablaze.
The second great fire is across the calmly flowing Yolubilis, downtown in the shop district. There last is a huge plume of smoke to the Southeast. Alarm bells began to ring across the city. Staring hard again at the shop district, my heart begins to pound in my chest.
I sprint for the balcony. Knock over a waiter. Shove an old fat lady aside.
As the balcony rail comes at me fast, I can see that it’s definitely the Badger. I dive off four-floors-up, glide to the outer wall designed to keep the riff raff out. I barely grab the edge of it with my fingertips. “GO” I yell at myself out loud. I pull myself up and race across the wall, again diving over the side to glide down into the streets below.
Running hard now, scimitar banging against my hip. The fire is ahead and to the left, over the rooftops. I know which alley to take. I sprint through a small market knocking over chairs and tables. Through someone’s front yard. I’m on the right street now, there’s light ahead.
The Badger is consumed. It flows up the outer walls, bursts out of the windows. A forty foot wide pillar of black smoke churns out of the roof and up into the night sky. People are running away from it. I can’t see inside, the fire is too thick.
Across the river to the South, I see a huge burst of fire rise up into the night and become smoke over the shops by the opera house. My stomach clenches, I can’t breathe, tears are coming. I race to the end of the burning dock. Voices yelling around me, at me, as I dive full speed into the river.
I shape my dive perfectly to slice through the calm flow. I see the reflection of a beautiful silver-haired elven woman with make up streaming down her cheeks and a crazed look in her eyes coming straight at me and then cold water surrounds.
The water smells foul, death and ash choke me as I try to breathe it, but it’s too foul. I surge ahead. I hit the surface on the other side so hard I launch all the way onto the sidewalk and start running as water gushes out of my chain shirt.
In a few steps it’s fallen off me and I’m at a full sprint again. I can’t breathe but I’m not tired, I run on pure terror.
I cut through the dense neighborhood on the South shore of the river, cutting left and right until I get to the square. I burst out of a side street, straining to see to the West.
“No, no NO” I hear myself say as I confirm what’s burning. The surrounding buildings are caught too, it’s all on fire. I run straight at it. The heat knocks me off my feet and I sit on the stones in the middle of the street as the upper floor collapses down into the first. I struggle to my feet, hands shaking. Tears stream down my face. I can’t breathe. I’m trying to inhale and I can’t.
I feel hot, inside. My hands and feet are tingling. I feel like I’m on fire. I don’t notice the heat of the blaze anymore. I scream.
I feel a hand on my shoulder, turning me around. I look into the faces of four armored men. They wear red sashes with the symbol of a tyrant clasping them.
“WHY?!” I spit on them as I say it. They reach for their weapons. Maces or clubs or some other slow heavy thing. I have Stirling in my hand and sweeping across my body before they even raise their weapons. I take off the hand of the nearest soldier, his scream drowned out by my own. I dance through their clumsy attempts to strike me. Two more hit the street dead as I cut the shoulder tendons on the last.
Laying on his back in the street clutching his limp arm, I hold Stirlings blade an inch from his face as fire courses down the hilt to its tip. “Where is your Lord?!” I struggle to say to him. “Opera house” he spits through clenched teeth.
I am running harder than I ever have in my life. I pass people in the street, most are fleeing. Some yell at me and try to follow but they can’t keep up.
I see more soldiers ahead in Aria Park, in front of the Opera House. Four on the street and two more at the doors.
Through clenched teeth, I whisper “Celeb Yavie Cuar” and Stirling changes in my hands into a longbow. The artifact faithfully conjures arrows with shining silver tips into my hands as I draw, lighting each one aflame as I fire. Six shots, six hits. Two guards fall dead, the others retreat around the side of the building with their wounds.
“Celeb Yavie Salka” and Stirling changes back into one scimitar and then splits into two. I kick the front doors open and charge into the foyer. Two more of Thrune’s flunky guards are dead before they hit the floor. I enter the main hall, race down through the cheap seats yelling “THRUNE, FACE ME!”
Guards appear at the balcony on either side of me with crossbows pointing down.
“Celeb Yavie Lindur” as my swords become a violin and bow, I struggle to focus enough to play but finally find the music and freeze them just as they take aim. They stare at me in horror as Stirling changes back into a bow and I put a burning silver arrow through each throat. They fall into the orchestra pit with a terrifying crash one by one.
Running boots and armor turn me around in time to see Thrune’s bodyguard coming at me from the side hall. She leads with a huge polearm and has a running start. Stirling returns to sword form at a whisper and sparks fly as her blade scrapes mine in passing.
The strength of her blows is jarring, I cannot block them so I deflect and dance around them. There is a foul black fire smoldering in her eyes and a savagery to her movements that suggests she is more than she appears. Again and again she brings her weapon around in long sweeping strokes and thrusts that destroy the seating around us as if they were paper.
I am on my heels and need to fight smarter. My rage has not cooled but I am thinking again. I fake a stumble after her last swing and she lunges hard at the false opening. She quickly regains her footing and turns with another killing stroke but my hand holds the back of her neck and my sword has passed through her heart before she can bring her huge weapon around.
I tear Stirling free of her as she growls and stares at me from the ground, somehow still alive. I feel the spell hit me before I see The Count standing on the balcony with his outstretched hand. A thousand invisible bricks build a wall around me. I cannot move, I still can’t fucking breathe.
I hear wings. The flapping of small leathery wings behind me. Something sharp stabs me in the leg, then the hip, then the neck. The heat drains out of me and numbing cold seeps in. I feel frozen and heavy. The only part of me that still moves is my heartbeat. It slows, and stops.
Femick wakes up in a panicked sweat with a burning need to feel his own heart, which is indeed still beating.
4639 AR: Battle of a Hundred Kings fought https://pathfinderwiki.com/wiki/Battle_of_a_Hundred_Kings House Thrune's victory over House Davian and a navy funded partly by Baron Grallus of Sargava secured Thrune's dominance over war-torn Cheliax.
4677 AR: Qatada Nessudidia completed https://pathfinderwiki.com/wiki/Qatada_Nessudidia The temple's terraced star-shaped construction was funded by Houses Thrune, Jeggare, and allies, succeeding previous attempts to replace the Sanqatada Cinqarda.
4715 AR: Barzillai Thrune becomes Lord-Mayor of Kintargo https://pathfinderwiki.com/wiki/Barzillai_Thrune Barzillai Thrune, recently in charge of martial law in the city, took the title of Lord-Mayor following a night of arson and murder.
Quote: Thrown into chaos after the death of the god Aroden, Cheliax found a new spiritual guide to help… https://pathfinderwiki.com/wiki/Cheliax
4662 AR: On Government published https://pathfinderwiki.com/wiki/Darl_Jubannich Written by Darl Jubannich, this is critical of House Thrune. It helped to spark both the Red Revolution of Galt and Andoran's People's Revolt.
4677 AR: Qatada Nessudidia completed https://pathfinderwiki.com/wiki/Qatada_Nessudidia The temple's terraced star-shaped construction was funded by Houses Thrune, Jeggare, and allies, succeeding previous attempts to replace the Sanqatada Cinqarda.