Ravansar’s troops assume that Sedris, dressed like the scout, was a Scout of theirs. The heterogenous forces of Ravansar appear to be berserkers and wildmen controlled in small platoons with witch/sorceresses controlling them. The berserkers don’t really even appear to be able to stand still.
Ravansar’s troops encircle them, muttering constantly between themselves. “The dragonman speaks, it’s the prophecy.”
Sedris takes off the scout’s clothing, bluffing badly and making it look suspicious and awkward. Liath helps him recover, confidently saying back, “No, we’re not with Ordfist, we’re the enemies of his people.”
Sedris, in Elven, which they appear to be speaking, inquires what the war is about. They ignore him.
Sorceress, one eye is gold and one is green, steps forward, in a highly accented common. Kogaan stepped forward in front of Sedris, but turns out she wanted to speak to Kogaan anyway.
“You speak, dragonman… where do you come from and how long have you been here.” He answers from the silver kingdom. “What do you know of the prophecy that a dragonman would bring victory to Ravansar?” Kogaan thinks he’s the fulfillment of all prophecies, lowers guard, puffs up. “I am Kogaan Davokiin, embodiment of Bahamut,” and pulling out his ceremonial blade.
“Bahamut… serves Ravansar?” the berserkers wonder aloud. The sorceress knows better.
“These other two creatures are with you?” she asks. “Yes, they’re my servants.” Kogaan said, more confidently than jokingly. The joke is convenient for Sedris and Liath, who chimes in: “We serve the dragonman faithfully!”
The army gathers neatly, murdering the last of the fallen Ordfist infantry, and for the most part leaving their own dead. Some of the forces of Ravansar cared for their own people, and you begin to see many different tribes in the mixed army. Without many orders shouted or commands yelled, they begin to gather and march eastward.
While walking, Liath approaches the sorceress who is nearest them: “So what do the markings on your neck mean?” She turns, ignores, and says “Soon we will take your to Ravansar.”
Liath: “You’re not taking us there as slaves, are you?”
“No”, she says, “As champions.”
Liath discovers that they appear to be communicating arcanically. There’s a density of arcane sensation while walking in the midst of them. Kogaan thought this might be a smaller robin hood bandit type of group, but the army they were walking in the midst of is growing larger, into the hundreds. They try to ask how long the journey is, and they get no response.
There’s a wicked wound and bloody gash on the back of a wildman walking ahead of the PCs. While walking, they can’t help but look at it. Liath gets out some natural herbal healing stuff, chews it up and preps it for applying, then drips it onto the wound. “Save your medicine, Ravansar keeps them strong.” “Already prepared, it might as well.” Alarm, suspicion, worry, then back to normal from the soldier. “Don’t worry, that one’s on the house,” Liath said. Sedris repeated the joke in elven. No laughter from the army at all.
Sedris asks why they stopped their advance when they did. She mostly ignores, but then looks at Kogaan and says “victory is at hand.”
Liath: “I’m not so sure we’re on a good side of the fight here.”
Kogaan would totally disagree, “Finally the respect and welcome I deserve.” he thinks.
Sedris to Liath without Kogaan hearing, “They were campaigning west until they got to kogaan. I feel like they’re misinterpreting the situation. i’m very wary, it’s all going to kogaan’s head.”
Marching through scorched valleyed, burnet battlements and fields of dead Ordfist soldiers, fallen in retreat over the past weeks, Liath despaired: “look what they’ve done to the lands here…”, regretting the desolation of the landscape.
“They’re providing justice to Ordfist, they’ve brought light and judgement about Ordfist, this is a good thing.” Kogaan says. “True, but evils often slaughter each other. We should keep both eyes open,” no-eyed Liath says unironically. The satyr noted out the irony, Kogaan did not.
The army stopped at a campground, which was quickly built from materials the army was carrying. Soon, partying, smoking of herbs, drum circles, and food erupted, turning a mostly desoted plain into a hazy, sweaty celebration. Liath and Sedris leave the tent and are followed closely. Kogaan stays and collapses from exhaustion. Sedris gets in with a rainforesty tribe. Liath looks at the spidery-cultures, and is haunted by a vision of his own druid circle being sucked into and influenced strongly, and is deeply concerned. He seems to see the good in these people, though cloaked in whatever influence Ravansar has them under.
Liath goes off to the outskirts, finds a spider, does an animal messenger ritual to give the spider a message to deliver to a spider circle. “Thank you for welcoming me to Ravansar I’m humbled to be in your presence.” The native tribe of spider-worshippers seems enthralled and amazed. He is presented with a very special headdress and they now look at him with respect and only glancingly and avoidingly. They dance around him, offering him some pretty exotic and scary insect food, some with animal meat and some with not. His assigned bodyguards stay at the periphery, not separated, but from the edges of the circle, not deep inside the circle near the fire as he is. He leaves, a little less confidently than he hoped. He tried to talk to his bodyguards, but they backed away and avoided him and pretended to be looking or paying attention to something elsewhere.
Back in the tent, Liath and Sedris rejoin Kogaan. Kogaan thinks Liath’s new headdress is a ceremonial tribal artifact that has been adapted to spider worship. “The platinum king would frown upon such an ornament.” Kogaan thinks its pagan, but not necessarily evil or cursed.
Sedris returns reeking of the herbs that his new friends saturated him with. He’s pretty freaked out by the headdress.
Liath: “Did you enjoy yourself? … i got a hat.”
In the morning, the army quickly assembled and began to march east.