Storms of Discord

Threads of Discord – Episode 6

Xamson picks up his commissioned a magical mirror, not a teleportation device as hoped, but something that still hints at otherworldly uses. He linked up with Phoenix and begins a long and completely uneventful journey to Silverbrook.

The party lands in Silverbrook, but it’s a shadow of its former glory. Picture a run-down Las Vegas, magical lights flickering and crime running amok. Cassius leads them to a surreal sanctuary: The Church of Evangora, where holy dice games echo through the air. Priscilla can’t resist the lure of gambling, locking eyes with a priest in an electric showdown. Meanwhile, Elise casts a sanctify spell, encircling the church in a protective ring of salt—just as an alive and malevolent storm rolls in.

Bolts of lightning target the church but smash into a nearby house, a wake-up call to the team. This is no ordinary tempest; it’s another minion of the arcane monster they’ve been hunting. Amidst the chaos, Jonah and Xamson race to put out the fires, Phoenix attempts heroics, and Cassius barely dodges becoming lightning-fried in his metal armor.

Battle lines are drawn with the living storm. Vye fires off incendiary spells, proving that weather can bleed. Jonah’s arrows fly true, while Elise braves electrical risks to heal the group. Xamson nimbly dodges electric death from above, and Priscilla finds a refuge, flinging daggers into the raging clouds.

In a climax, Cassius gambles big, hurling his sword at the storm—only to lose it in the gales as the tempest retreats, vanquished but not defeated. Elise then delves into shadowy communion, revealing the arcane monster is the puppet master behind all these bizarre happenings: manipulating an arsenal of enchanted minions.

In the chaotic aftermath of the storm’s attack, the atmosphere inside the Church of Evangora is thick with tension and disbelief. Amidst the disarray, Priscilla seizes the moment. With a sweeping, defiant gesture, he gathers up a hoard of coins that had scattered across the floor during the church’s gambling activities. His actions are audacious, performed unabashedly in full view of the congregation.

The priest, already rattled from the altercation earlier, watches in horror. His eyes narrow and his lips form a line so tight it nearly disappears into his face. Priscilla meets his gaze, a smug expression painting his features, almost challenging the priest to object. The room goes eerily quiet, as if holding its collective breath. It’s a tense showdown, laced with spiritual blasphemy and a daredevil’s audacity.

At that moment, the congregation knows: Priscilla has just become a person of serious interest, and not in a good way. The priest’s ire is palpable, a simmering pot about to boil over, and it’s clear that the sanctuary of this holy casino has been irrevocably violated. Yet, Priscilla remains unrepentant, the clinking coins in his pocket a symbol of both his audacity and the moral complexities that the party will have to navigate in days to come.