Hewitt Pathfinder Society

The Slaver Fight

After being transported into the tapestry, the party made its way to their goal, a vanaran temple. Symmetrical and colossal, the brownish-red stones of the Temple of Ragdya emerge from the glacier, hinting broadly at the scope and immensity of the vanaran complex. Sinuous nymphs, mighty tigers, and trumpeting elephants—frozen in ruddy stone—encrust the temple’s outer friezes. Packed snow and ice clad depictions of vanaras in jungle scenes, creating an odd dissonance between the climate illustrated in the carvings and the frigid conditions of the temple. The wind howled, and muted voices drifted from within the temple. Even more eerily, a strange hooting and shrieking issued from the temple’s cornices and spires, as if by some magical or artificial means the calls of thousands of monkeys echo
the sound of the arctic storm. A wide doorway stood unobstructed, providing ingress to the
columned courtyard within.

The party entered, and quickly encountered some guards (and a nasty trap) that they made short work of. They learned from a captive (before slaughtering him) that there were more members of the Consortium further in the temple, and the band headed off to take care of them.

On their way, they encountered an odd shrine. It looks as though it was constructed yesterday, its intricate stonework unblemished by time, vandals, or weather. A statue of a beautiful four-armed woman bearing a scroll in each hand rests beneath a tall spire. Images of daring acts of heroism, long journeys, and unrequited love fill the walls. A strange statue in the shrine’s center shot a beam of pure cold right into Bob’s chest, further wounding the already-hurt barbarian.

They immediately bypassed the room, only to see a few slaves working hard with chisels at the ice-covered temple walls. The sheer walls of the glacier dominate this open courtyard, towering as high or higher than the central sanctum’s tall, spired dome on the courtyard’s south end. A wide set of stairs leads up into the sanctum itself, while a lone statue stands out as the only feature of the courtyard, whose walls are encased in thick ice. Master Zhan moved to speak with the apparent slaves, rounding a corner to come face to face with a looking man with a whip and his pet cat. The battle is joined!



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