The Nine Kingdoms: A History

The Showdown

In an attempt to bring her plan to completion, Administrex Lenne brings the Prophet, her loyal guard and her lackey to Armalu’s very door.

A fight ensues where cyphers are cast about, the guard are overcome and the Prophet attempts to spread the Grace even further…

As the dust settles and Father Brink arrives with the remaining Queensguard still loyal to the Queen, Caelan elects to end Lenne’s plans in a more permanent fashion.

Left with the unconscious body of the Prophet, Armalu orders Brink to ‘take what they need’ from the priest with the help of ‘Elinor’.

Before being consigned to bed-rest, the three agents witness the apparent recovery of one of the Prophet’s Disciples who was struck by the Mordicant’s strange device – yet also apparently afflicted with the Deathwatch parasite.

An omnious audience with Armalu looms ahead….

The Fireside Masquerade

The night of the Masquerade has arrived, the three spy-masters don their disguises and charm the hapless socialite Taya Emols into helping them gain entrance to the Empiternal House.

Overhearing a conversation between Administrex Lenne and one of her associates, it becomes apparent that she intends to open the Queen’s chambers and somehow involve the Prophet in her plan.

Zeb contacts Threx, only to find him there in the palace and urges him to leave before Lenne gets what she needs from him – a code to gain entry to the chambers.

As a distraction, under Armalu’s nose no less, she has the Prophet ‘demonstrate’ the power of the Grace on Mordicant Resk‘s lover – bringing the Grace to him before the eyes of the Court and the many guests of the Masquerade.
Mordicant Resks interrupts, too late to save his lover, but throws some sort of Numenera device that incapacitates one of the Prophet’s Disciples with some sort of organic substance.

Using the distraction as an opportunity to move, Lenne takes the Prophet to breach the Queen’s chambers – pursued by Solinar, Caelan and Zeb.

The Once-Wreave

Having tracked the Once-Wreave to the original hide-out of the Wreave’s Daughters, a decrepti warehouse in Arulli’s Hem, the intrepid intelligencers are faced with the creature’s curious and savage need to survive.

A harrowing battle ensues, the Once-Wreave proving to be a formidable foe but ultimately no match for Caelan’s deadly grace and Zeb’s surreptitious stealth, with Solinar’s gentle miracles sealing wounds as fast as the Once-Wreave inflicts them.

Having burnt the body of the creature, making sure it is most definitely dead and gone, Zeb returns to the University to lecture Professor Knox on the dangers of not keeping his specimens more secure.
Solinar checks up on the girl, Mara, whom he brought back from the brink of death in a local shelter in the Hem and confirms that she doesn’t carry the Once-Wreave’s poison that almost turned him into one of the Afflicted.

A plan is discussed and loosely made to intercept a member of the Grace and determine if Solinar’s healing talents, powerful as they are, extend to ‘curing’ a person of the Grace. Alas, the attempt is unsuccessful when tested on an acolyte in the marketplace.

For now, the Fireside Masquerade awaits!

Blood On The Streets

Enlisting the aid of the Mordicant to cure Solinar of his ‘affliction’, Zeb and Caelan return to Arulli’s Hem only to find Solinar has purged the poison from his body – a rare occurence according to the Mordicant.

A in-depth conversation between Solinar and Caelan, whereby the healer attempts to offer his skills for the young man’s apparent amnesia is interrupted by a series of screams from the street outside the Roaring Zebrix.

The three operatives hurry to the street, to find a man disembowelled and a young woman badly wounded. Solinar pushes his talents to their limit to heal the woman’s wounds and bring her back from the brink of death. Caelan and Zeb hurry off in the direction of the apparent attacker, deeper into the Hem and find hoof-prints that lead up to the rooftops of the tenements and back down into the street opposite. Blood trails at each point and they find a half-eaten arm.

Re-grouping at the tavern, a messenger scurries up to them bearing a missive from Professor Knox stating that the Wreavling they left in his care has escaped.

A trip to Asarantic University reveals a bloodstained and ransacked laboratory, Professor Knox describes the creature metamorphing into something else entirely possibly fuelled by all the different flesh it was fed from his lab.

Retracing their steps to the warehouse they found the Wreavlings the first time, the intrepid three come face to face with the Once-Wreave

The Dead House

Every year, the Court hosts the Fireside Masquerade and every year, they invite the most important dignitary they can find. This year, it is none other than the Prophet of the Grace. The spokesperson of the latest, most insidious religious movement to hit the streets of Charmonde.

What will the ostracised Spy Masters do? Cut off from Threx, hounded by the Constabulary and clearly in the sights of Administrex Lenne….

Solinar sets his sights on securing the favour of famed socialite Taya Emols, coaxing her into believing his half-truths of assassination and trickery in the Court.

Caelan and Zeb locate the well-known Mordicant Resk, amongst the Afflicted, and determine that he was the one responsible for Sister Charon’s unfortunate death. However, Charon is no longer Charon but once again the sister of Yvensa Everring….

What is the Grace? Where does it come from? How does it work? What does it want?

Perhaps all questions will be answered at the Fireside Masquerade….

The 'Wrong' Flesh...

After a fraught battle with the Daughters of the Wreave, the investigators find themselves staring at a malformed creature that may be the next Wreave but professes that it has not had the “white flesh, the pure flesh”.

As Solinar fights the effects of the Wreavling’s poison, Caelan watches over the creature and Zeb traverses the city unseen to seek help from contacts at the local university. Before leaving, she takes Sol to her hideaway, allowing him to rest, and discovers that Master Threx has been there and left some useful gifts for her and her companions.

Having previously sold creatures and remains of such to the university’s Biology department, Zeb has made a fast friend of Professor Semble Knox; an expert of the many creatures of the Ninth World. Convincing the professor to abandon his work and come with her to Arulli’s Hem to see the half-Wreave, Zeb hurries back with the hope that he can also help her companion to live through the effects of the Wreavling’s poison.

Meanwhile, the creature attempts to converse with Caelan. First it asks for blood, then declares it ‘remembers him’ before attempting to cut off parts of its own body, the ‘wrong’ flesh. In attempting to stop the creature harming itself, Caelan grabs its arm and experiences a flurry of images in his mind that momentarily stuns him. Perhaps something of the Wreave remains in this new and deformed incarnation?

Whilst Professor Knox’s ministrations to Sol only delay his symptoms, he excitedly examines the creature and makes arrangements to transport it back to the University.

What is this new creature? This new Wreave? What will the Professor learn?
Will Solinar survive the poisons? What did the new Wreave show Caelan?

The Story So Far...

Three unfortunates given over to service of Master Threx, the Spymaster of Queen Armalu’s court, through a mixture of their own volition and the Crown’s. A coldly efficient and violently capable young man, a charming worker of miracles and a young woman so nondescript you sometimes don’t see her. Thrust into the investigation of a mysterious death of a golden-skinned woman for reasons that are not entirely clear to them at first save for an errant ‘note’ left by the enigmatic Father Brink, an apparently ‘de-frocked’ Aeon Priest in the Court.

The group’s investigations took them to the delightfully debauched establishment known as the Grove and into the house of Madame Josepha, where the aforementioned murder had taken place. Short on information regarding cause of death, subtle clues made themselves apparent and lead the group to believe this was no ordinary murder.
The golden woman, it seemed, was a member of a religious order known as the Grace. A movement relatively new to Charmonde but garnering converts, if only by the slowly increasing number of golden-skinned individuals seen in the market squares of the city. The question of who murdered this Sister Charon of the Grace, and why, lead them to the affluent Colonnades with a description of a striking woman, her comrades and a jewelled-studded claw.

Careful questioning and (mis)use of Constabulary resources led the intrepid group to Fremwell and Associates Ltd, who would claim to create the most beautiful (and most expensive) artifices for any noble’s adornment and are known for building Numenera into their creations. Following a tussle with some hired mercenaries and some careful distraction, the group established that Lady Yvensa Everring was the owner of the exquisite claw.

On finding the Everring estate in the Colonnades, the group boldly gained entrance to see the Lady in her home only to be confronted by Lady Everring and her guest, the dangerously informed Wreave. A fight ensues in which Everring’s arm is taken from her and the Wreave killed as she attempts to escape, the end of which is witnessed by an unfortunately large contingent of the Constabulary.

The group are ushered, pointedly, into ‘protective custody’ within the lower levels of the Empiternal House despite attempting to speak to Master Threx. Administrex Lenne makes her bid for their loyalties, without success, and leaves them to the fate she arranged. Unbeknownst to Lenne, the Mordicant of the Necrologist’s Guild she has brought in to commune with the Wreave’s deceased spirit knows of the Grace and of Lady Everring. Introducing himself as Koda Resk, one of those present at the death of Sister Charon, he helps the group escape by distracting their guards with something unseen and terrifying.

Rushing from their prison the group find themselves in Arulli’s Hem, witnessing a brutal attack upon a citizen of the area by a strange white creature. Giving chase they come to battle the strangely animalistic being and discover a nest of similar creatures, all strangely reminiscent of the Wreave which reminds them sharply of her threat regarding her daughters. Believing they have discovered the new Wreave, a growing and changing Wreavling, the group fight their way through a number of Wreavlings to reach her.

The White Creature

An alabaster hunter stalks the streets of Arulli’s Hem, cleaving and feasting on the denizens of the slums.

What lies in the old warehouse? What is transforming? What did the Wreave leave behind?

So many questions, so many memories and always, the lasting cry of the dying Wreave:

“My daughters will consume your memories!”

What will it become?

The Spider's Storeroom

Framed for a murder they may or may have not committed, the only ones who witnessed it are now dead.

Bargains are proffered, rejected and struck…but with the right people? The powerful and manipulative Administrex, the strangely helpful Mordicant or the conspicuously absent Master Threx?

An escape from the Constabulary’s custody will have consequences, but for whom?

Who is the strange animalistic creature savaging passers by in Arulli’s Hem?

Blood On The Carpet....

Master Fremwell hides his associations with the rich and powerful of the city, why?

Administrex Lenne airily enquires about the investigation, to what end?

The mysterious Prophet, who welcomed Sister Charon into the Grace, away on equally mysterious business….

Lady Yvensa Everring, owner of the Jewelled Claw, and apparent friend of The Wreave attempts to stall the murder investigation….

The walls are stained with the Wreave’s oily blood and the walls echo with her last breath:
“My daughters will eat your memories!”

Zeb stands holding the bloodied Jewelled Claw, ripped from Lady Everring’s body.

Caelan stands over the Wreave’s unmoving corpse.

Solinar holds a bow, whilst and arrows sticks from the chest of the Wreave.

Another murder?


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