The Phantom Rollbooth

Chapter 3: The Midnight Opera In which my player indicated to me that he wanted to take everyone to the theater so I narrated an original Opera in 4 parts. The journey to Sharn is over, but the night only begins as our party prepares for The Midnight Opera at the Syrazune Theater in Upper Menthis. Invited by Vedim, our resident smiling and puckish elf lush, the party prepares themselves in their best. Abel wears his cast-off armor and medals, Orival wears glamourweave and a half cape which obscures the dragonmark on his shoulder, and Agata does the best she can with the colorful silks she managed to save from her old life. They fit in, somewhat. Vedim is waiting in a box that he paid for personally. The party is rudely pressed aside to make way for Lord Mayor Cathan ir'Demell, a sweaty, rotund, bald-headed human man with his wife on his arm. They make their way to their private box flanked by a personal escort of eight private mercenaries. The party follows to the front-of-house, a

Session 2: A Symbol of Demons Our party collects themselves. Rasdaar escorts the half orc and goblin prisoner to the holding cell cart. Meanwhile, Orival takes Vedim’s rapier and jams it into the coupling gauges of the cart as the momentum sends the rocking carriage back into place again. Vedim attempts the same idea with his sheath and misses. The rapier breaks, sending the end skittering beneath the train as Norsys arrives holding forward a connector from her hip parts. At this moment, a siege of arrows drops on the party from above, followed closely by a jar of alchemist’s fire. The three dodge out of the way as the slick material coated and flames up between the railway cars. Agata accosts her countrymen, asking what he is doing here. What they want. The Cyran responded he only wanted the money--just like the others. Agata considers the truth in this, but when asked what he was doing with them, he responds, it doesn’t matter. What matters is what happens next. H