AP - 9am EST, 2015-May-3.

AP - 9am EST, 2015-May-3.
Overplayer: Rob Deobald 
Parik - Agile, stabby gnome. Paul Czege  
Tamen Na - Mystic rhino with a hammer. Keith Stetson 
Minok - Aquatic humanoid, stormweaver. Myself.
(Eidelons linked in comments)

The rogues are welcomed into a town that seems excited about an oncoming event they refer to simply as "the hunt." As night falls and a blood-red moon comes out, the villagers transform into werewolves and surround the rogues. Things look glum; there's no doubt it's a perilous situation. 

Tamen Na strikes the first blow, breaking the arm of an onrushing werewolf. Minok attempts to attract lightning from a gathering storm  and direct it at the upraised swords of another attacker but is stymied. Parik hamstrings some kind of werewolf-mage who has called upon powers of the bloody moon to shake the earth and open up a fissure. The mage topples into his own chasm. Glowing eyes appear in greater numbers from the surrounding forest and crossbow bolts fly. Tamen Ra makes a whirlwind of his hammer, knocking them down. He throws it into the sky where it gathers the energy flowing there and it then crashes back into the earth near the fissure. Minok uses it as a focus to once again call forth the lightning, but his powers continue to be elusive (stymied a second time) and the ligthning is discharged from the hammer and conducted by the wet grass to everyone nearby, electrifying Minok and his companions. 

Parik seems to take it all in stride. He closes his eyes and odd gems worked into the armor on his keens "open" and become strange, fearsome eyes. The electrical energy flees from these eyes as if it is a living thing. Tamen Ra retrieves his hammer, which has become attuned to the energy and points in its wake like a divining rod.

The trio follow the hammer to a clearing where they find a half-dozen crystaline statues. Each is unique, perhaps a pantheon of gods. Between them lies a crystaline table on which offerings of swords and other foul objects are scattered. The storm seems to have awakened the statues. One removes its helm to reveal it has empty eye sockets and it points at Parik, "I demand the return of my eyes!" Parik leaps onto the table, opening his arm in a "bring it" sort of gesture. "Come and get them, if you want them!" He runs down the table and dodges through the statues, whose feet are stuck in the earth. Minok tries to dampen the magical energy but nothing seems to be working for him (stymied a third time!). He recognizes the gods as those who enslaved the wind serpents and realizes that once again he is a pawn in a struggle between the immortal gods of wind and wave and the gods of foreigners. Tamen Ra, a mystic and servitor of yet still other deities, recognizes the petty gods of the pantheon and exploits their fabled weaknesses. He pulls a feather from the cap of one and tickles it. He similarly debilitates the others, but the victory is short-lived. The electrical energy that fled the village races into the statues, who pull free of the earth and call the wind serpents, which they use as mounts.

The bloody moon intensifies and the werewolves regroup. It seems like certain doom for the rogues. Parik's magical eyes cause the mount of the Blind Titan to crash and they circle each other in mortal combat. Tamen Ra and Minok then work together in desparation. Minok laughs into the face of the storm and brings forth the heart of the ocean, a coral-encrusted artifact, through which he blows a long, reverberating note. Tamen Ra echoes this high note with a nearly subsonic note of his own. The magical harnesses on the wind serpents are shattered and they go into a frenzy at their sudden freedom. The gods struggle with their serpents and fall to earth, shattering. The bloody moon then intensifies, bathing everyone in fiery rays and lifting the shards of the broken titans. They fly into the nearby werewolf villagers, transforming them with temporary god-like powers. One now wears a red crystaline helmet, another carries a red sword made of shards... In response, Minok gathers the black clouds into a knot with his stormweaving and hides the face of the moon, obscuring its lycanthropic influence on the villagers, who grow weak and return to their human form.

As the moon fades, the rogues realize dawn has arrived. They walk off into the sunrise. Behind them, the villagers return to their senses and pick up the pieces of their gods and begin to rebuil them ... in the shape of three figures: a merman, a rhino-man, and a gnome.
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