Winter’s Daughter, The Finale.
We finished the module yesterday.. a lot happened. So much that documenting it seems like a daunting task but I finished the previous post on a cliffhanger, so, it went like this:
Sona finishes talking to the princess. She walks back out of the tower.
In that moment a realisation comes, she didn’t ask for anyone’s name.
Sona walks back into the tower. The goblin sitting atop the long-limbed-and-nosed-giant hands out another mushroom from his weird pouch and can’t be convinced to let it slide.
SIGH. I eat the freaking mushroom.
Her hair begins to grow to an incredible length.
Oh.. that’s not so bad. How long is it?
5 feet. But it’s getting longer.
Blue-haired Sona goes back to the dinner table, asks frantically for names, get’s the priest’s name*, it sounds fake.
They dont want to tell her the princess’ name now that they found out she doesn’t even know the bride’s name.
She tricks the name out of them by using the classic dnd skill of “overhearing”: Princess Snowfall-At-Dusk.
Sona and her 10 feet long blue hair walk back out and reach the dense snowy forest again. There’s a path blocked by immeasurable number of floating ghastly candles. She speaks the name of Sir Chyde’s favorite hound as the princess instructed, although my sister did add her own spin on it which is a heavy Scandinavian accent. FLAEGRR! FLAEGR! FLAEGR
By the third time, the candles sway aside and light a long path.
Following it leads her back to the pool with the two candles and statue.
Eventually Sona encounters the two float-waltzing skeletons. The hermit girl fails to escape their dance. They waltz with her through the dungeon chambers. Until they reach a certain one, where instead of leading her, they turn around so she’s the one in the front.
Sona waltz-es into a round chamber, indentical to the one with the hushing blinded statue. Only that here there’s no statue, only the plinth (base) and behind it a large mirror. As she dances in front of the mirror I ask for a Fortitude save.
It’s a natural 2.
“You’re stuck in a waltz-stance. Completely unmoving. You’re frozen still, physically aswell as mentally.”
okay.. I wait. Can I roll again?
“How long do you wait?” I ask.
I don’t know. A lot of time.
The skeletons dance backwards out of the room with Sona.
I repeat the skeletons’ slogan again “Join the dance .. the dance.. goes on ..forever..”
A month passes.
Can I make a new character?
“Yes, what will it be?”
A long while later, there she is, ready with her new Elven Cleric of Rivendrea the Earthmother. Spent her years in a temple.
“She’s part of like, Greenpeace if they had superpowers.”
Oh Jesus that’s scary replies the vegan.
Oh also, now that she knows the kind of names elven princesses have, her cleric was named Nyorin Firin Enetha or, in Common, Frozenlake on a midnight breeze.
“For a few weeks Frozenlake On Midnightbreeze has been having this recurring vision in her dream, a lady clad in white. She has fallen in love with this lady who promised her heart in return for the ring that lies in a certain tomb mound.” - my prologue.
(For ease of reading purposes I will use Nyorin when referring to the Cleric, but know that IRL we really said the full name.)
Nyorin reaches this mound she saw in so many dreams. Tries to shove the granite slab aside, won’t budge.
She uses her 10 foot pole for leverage, and with a succession of good rolls both topples the slab sideways and doesn’t get her pole broken in two.
The madly-in-love priestess walks down the dusty stairs into the hall of Guardians.
There are four plinths, one in each corner, and each one holds an object of religious purpose. As she moves to grab the silver-crucifix, all four objects grow in size and fly at her. You see, Unlike Sona the hermit, Nyorin isn’t lawful.
the candle burns her winter clothes, the book’s slam causes her to babble out whichever page hits her, and so forth.
It’s also at this point she realises she is encumbered by the sheer amount of things she brought along.
If only I get rid of this TEN FOOT pole.. but that’s gonna cost me actions..
She takes a moment to think.
I heal myself and run back up the stairs
Due to her encumbrance, she manages to only reach the top of the stairs but not escape outside, flailing her arms towards the exit.
Another round of objects damaging her goes on. the elf barely survives.
(It’s at this point that what has become our main-theme starts playing
Join us while reading)
I run out and around the mound so that they won’t know in which direction I went.
“You look behind you, nothing chases you” I reply for my turn.
Ohmygod okay. do I go this way.. alright I’ll jump and tumble into the forest trees, hiding behind a trunk.
Nothing to be seen. Nyorin now starts cursing her parents for filling her bag full of all this crap while also tossing it out.
Who needs all this crap:
Component pouch, out. Winter clothes, already burnt off. 3 meter pole, out. but the measuring scale, I can’t give up on THAT.
Okay she walks back. The objects lay dormant right outside the entrance. The priestess tip-toes around them and goes further in. Opens the first door she sees, it’s the family tombs with 2 skeletons and a long haired lady waltzing mid-air.
“Join the dance” one exclaims as he reaches to grab her
I dont think I will. Disrupt Undead spell! 7 damage.
The skeleton shatters.
IT WAS THAT EASY!?
The second skeleton finds a similar fate.
A heal spell is cast on Sona, which she hoped will revert the mirror’s effect. It does. That’s an advantage of having played for 5 years I guess.
Both reach a hall of pillars, engraved with reliefs of a war against fairies.
Checks the floor and the chained stone-hounds. Pushes the door open.
I knew it I said I check the dogs.
The trap was in the door itself and the hounds awaken. The cleric’s lightning cantrips prove more effective than the sword’s slashes and the girls emerge victorious with 1 or 2 hit points left.
There’s no lock and a riddle on the door
“Call the companions”
FLAEGR FLAEGR FLAEGR
“It seems you’re missing the name of one”
So the names aren’t to be found on the chains or the stone hounds.
I give her a clue. Kevin Hart.
From there through 2 layers of inside jokes she reaches Cheddar cheese. I thought it’s a tough clue.
The dogs’ names are Flaegr and Chedr.
They meet the spirit of Sir Chyde in the other room and bargain for a long time.
So I take the ring off his dead skeleton’s finger as agreed.
His ghost dissappears.
OH. Okay I rob the rest of the fancy stuff the body is wearing.
She then puts on the ring. Gets panicked that she might have just banished Chyde to the afterlife so she takes a small break.
I put the ring back on his boney finger.
“Nothing happens.”
Then her other character realises Sona is possessed.
They both go through the pool downstairs back to the fairy realm.
The goblin forces the character who isn’t bearing the ring to eat a mushroom.
“I rolled a 5 which Oh-My-God-Come-On. The elven priestess’ hair starts to grow.”
Great this is team Rapnuzel
The two girls run up all the stairs, meet the princess, she knows Sir Chyde is with them, puts the ring on and his spirit appears.
Sona wakes up on the bed after having passed out from the possession.
I ask her to help Gobba
She says she can either bind him to an object
No.
Or
Or?
Needs an object from The Cold Prince himself, who rules this realm.
“You can either steal one from his castle, or search my room maybe there’s something he left me. I have become forgetful.”
I searched the jewelry boxes and the closet. Nothing. It’s all worth a lot of money though...
A letter! Did the prince leave a letter?
Blue-haired Sona finds a letter under the princess’ pillow.
With that, the princess sends the letter to the wind and does what she can only do once in her eternal life, fulfills Sona’s one-and-only wish.
“You hear a word in goblin, although you do not speak the language, this word is common. Homgo, meaning.. hungry. Gobba’s eyes also open again.”
This is a happy ending after all. I’ll stay for the wedding and then return to the dungeon.
500 XP. 500 to go for level 2.
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