Potion of Deep Sleep
- red vial
- will give us the effects of a long rest, but we will be unconscious for only an hour
- given to us by Jocasta Von Carstein in The Crypt
- the only way that elves can actually sleep instead of meditate
- makes The Party dream
- Ophelia Von Carstein: Ophelia is offering up whatever it tka eto save her family. “As long as you stay loyal to me, everything I have and am I offer to you…etc.” Her marriage to Killian Von Carstein, with The Children running around. Akasha Von Carstein pulls her in, saying how glad she is to have a new daughter.
- Temperance Caddel: Young boy pinned by a collapsed roof, hand reaching out to help with dark purple gems, at dinner her father has called for more executions, blood has turned her stomach, a man in his ear in yellow, stomp a battlement Celeste Caddel in the breech with a glowing war hammer above her head, “this is not here I die, my destiny lies elsewhere,” but she’s wrong; across from Mannfred He’s not what she expected, kneeling in Aradne’s blood, her head in her lap. Lady Aradne reaches up to her cheek and smears it with black and declaring her a liar, echoing ribbit before being called a murderer, sitting in front of a crowd of nobles calling for her death, Akasha says how happy she is to have a new daughter
- Astell: Ewen, Barthrum Von Carstein, other kid, is being led by Durazzan, covered in gore. Drelyth Von Carstein has that same blood smeared on her, Barthrum is vomiting up red. Drow asks about how Temp has the book, lunges for it before she can respond
- Gregor Sonbeinn: walking through a familiar town, and sees very tall people everywhere he looks. He sees hopeful faces, scarred warriors, armor; a familiar goliath woman looks at him and smiles. He feels his cheeks warming, with a bare hint of a smile across his face before the vision disappears and he is instead kneeling on a stone floor at the edge of a magic circle inscribed in red fluid. A young blonde elven woman with her head in Akasha’s lap. Runes cut into her skin, long cuts in her arms with her lifeblood flowing down her arms into the circle, filling the carved channels in the ground. Isolde behind her studying everything. Akasha’s eyes meet his, and asks if he’s safe. He’s not sure. He’s standing before her in a simple white cotton shirt and dark brown TIGHT leather pants. The Arcane Sigils are not a language he immediately recognizes. He can’t read the language, but very old Elvish maybe. The nature of the runes are enhancement. “What do you think of my city?” He answers, “It wounds me, to see all the waste.” “I have built a city of indulgence and that’s an affront to you?” “What does it matter? I am of no worth to you.” …Gregor thinks he’s getting a vision of what’s happening in real time, with a real person she’s trying to comfort in this vulnerable state. Akasha hopes when he looks at her that he understands her and she may have to do bad things for the sake of those who are to be good in her stead. Jocasta mentioned, her hand on his shoulder as she steps out from behind Akasha. Freaks Gregor out. She was just taking Ophelia’s offer to take him up. She touches his temple and says, “Good morning!” and the scene disappears.
