Last sunday was, to put it minimally, confusing. Confusing as hell. However, here is it in chronological order and as clearly as possible – for your reading pleasure and so that your head doesn’t explode from plot twist overload.
The party escaped the prison of an age old spirit – Malor. Deposited roughly on the road back to Storm, they decided to head that way – what with not having many other options. On the road back they encountered a quartet of centaurs, all four of which were friendly. They were just finishing a short parley with these four when a swooping shadow and a high pitched shriek warned them of danger on swift wings – a small black dragon.
The dragon however, was not the true foe to be feared here – that title lies with the Yekatohu, a spirit of ice and death which some of the party members had fought earlier. As the dragon provided an ample distraction, the Yekatohu tried to possess one of the newer members of the party. Failing that, it took control of one of the centaurs, and had an impromptu “meet n’ greet” with aforementioned party member.
After vanquishing the dragon, the party decided (after much deliberation) to continue onwards towards Storm. Their journey, however, was disrupted when the party wizard, Marius, warned of a demonic mist which was trailing them. After a bit of an interim in which the Yekatohu, through the use of a centaurian child, possessed Constance, the party continued onwards, in a state of severe confusion as to what to do about the odd spirit tailing them.
That night, the Yekatohu further meddled with the group by conjuring the illusion that Mask was getting his questionably theiving fingers on another party member’s hard earned loot. This caused some minor disputing within the party, but not anything too serious.
The next morning, however, things began to really heat up.
Aldeth, the party archer and rider of Snickers the Hippogriff, took off to the rising sun, a pack heavy with mushrooms on his back, and the best of intentions in his heart. But gold, clinking, shining, insidious gold, corrupts even the best of us – and Aldeth perhaps wasn’t the best of us.
It turned out that the mushrooms were worth a whopping 5,000 gold pieces each – a price Aldeth couldn’t afford to share. The day after receiving payment from Parthen, he hopped onto his eagle-beaked steed and rode south. Where bound, none but he could tell you – and perhaps Marius, the elf whose distrust runs thicker and faster than any river.
A few days after he hightailed it out of Storm, the rest of the party arrived. After some rather ingenious detective work (consisting of “He isn’t here. He must be somewhere else.”) The party determined that Aldeth was gone, and so, mysteriously, was their gold. Understandably angry at this slight, the party resolved to follow with murder in their hearts – until a certain icy someone intervened. Mask and a few others had managed to deduce that Constance was possessed – and then Mask decided it would be a good idea to insult the temperamental and Chaotic Evil spirit. This resulted in Mask being shot by a blast of icy cold, and then Marrow tackling Constance, the possessed badger-woman. Mask ran to get help, and on returning, saw that Constance was paralyzed. The party then went immediately to the one man powerful enough to incapacitate the spirit for a good duration of time – Parthen Kitilistalianaktik. Parthen complied, paralyzing Constance, and then the party went to one of the few people alive who had dealt with the creature and lived – Panacea the cleric of Pelor. She was living in Sparrowsdale, doing research for the Pelorian order there.
The party traveled to the Pelorian temple in Sparrowsdale, and immediately sought out Panacea – she advised them to do as Marius had suggested – get a way to speak with dead and find the Frost Folk graveyard, to speak with those long dead who had before successfully defeated the Yekatohu. During this conversation, the high priestess came into the room – and on request, cordially pointed out both Marius and Mask as being candidates for possession: And did not point out Constance.
“I am the eggman, I am the eggman, I am the Yekatohu!”