Journal of Rollo Lavius 2

Entry #449 - Ren's Nightmare

(G449 17/04/2021 via Roll20 - AP, KT, JF(GM)) WA84

[Back in the forests around Cedarsproke, Fenrir was changing his plans.]

DAY 498(13th Flamerule)(July) ...

Fenrir came very close to giving the order to teleport everyone into the heart of the lair of the Night King right then and there.

But, almost like a drunk man suddenly coming to his senses, he realised that they were not prepared for such a tough encounter. They had only just finished a big fight in the house of Blackthorn the Druid, Veddic was low on spells and Raz was tired from all his rage-filled axe chopping.

Fenrir tried the communication charm, but it was silent, he could not reach
Reinward again.
'OK,' he said. 'He's likely still alive, and he has all those things on his wrists, he's probably fine for now. Change of plan.'

Pweety teleported them to Westgate, he then thanked her and paid her off. He then, in the company of Veddic and Raz, flew out to Spectre Island to see Random.

Meanwhile, Ren was indeed still alive, but could hardly be described as being in a situation that was 'fine'.

He was in the prison area with the Darklady Dahlia Vhammos (a vampire of the Night King's Court) and some of her guards.

'This is your last chance to take the easy way and tell us of the prophecy!' she demanded
of him. Random blathered some nonsense in reply.
'Very well,' she cried. 'Bring forth the Diabalos!'

Ren was briefly left alone in a cell. It was well appointed as cells went, with a bed, a desk, a chair and even a bearskin rug to keep the floor warm.

For some inexplicable reason he decided to break off the bears incisors and stick them in his mouth. When he was pulled out of the cell he saw a new face, that of a small rather nervous looking diabalos.

It was Bwabazwards, the fellow that Fenrir and his friends had rescued from Cormariel Castle some time ago on behalf of the Night Parade.

Ren began to beg for mercy, but managed to bite his own lip with the bear teeth. When his mouth started to fill up with blood, he spat it out at the Darklady. Perhaps he hoped it would have the same effect as it had had on The Twilight Knight, but it did not, as none went in her mouth.

He tried to apologise, but the guards grabbed him. Bwabazwards was shoved forward and told to do whatever it was he was about to do.
Ren felt dizzy, and his will slowly began to break.
'No! Please!' he begged, 'I'll tell you!'
'Well speak then!' demanded the Darklady.
But Ren only stalled again. She snarled and left the chamber. Ren slipped into unconsciousness.

He awoke in a large mansion house stuffed full of fabulous treasure. Bwabazwards was there.
'Is this a dream?' he asked.
'Yes,' confirmed the diabalos. 'I've tried to tailor it to your desires and make it
comfortable for you.'
'What do you want?'
'I don't know, but you know what they want. What is it? A prophecy?'
Ren nodded.
'Well, you may as well tell me, I'll get to it sooner or later,' sighed Bwabazwards.

Ren decided to tell some lies, making up some nonsense on the stop, but what came out of his mouth was the first stanza of the prophecy.

''
Then one chose of Ilmater will come,
On ancient wings and by fated airs decree,
No players proclaim, no fife, no drum,
But by quiet night, by land or sea,
''

Bwabazwards produced a notebook and wrote Ren's words down.
'What are you doing, why did you write that down? That's not what I said!' Ren wanted to say. But what came out his mouth was the next stanza of the prophecy.