We go to the prison, Killian heads off to create diversion. We get into gates of prison, by showing off our “captive”. Guards have crowns, but not like prisoners’ crowns: guard crowns give them powers. The lackadaisical guards tell us to drop Viskill off with the other magic users. We talk guard into taking us to high-value, down to 2nd basement.
We find city’s mages in cells. Ceri’s mom Vayanle, with a crown- probably bad to remove it swiftly. More guards come: two soldiers, a bug-fey, and they compel Vayanle to join them. It’s a tough fight, but we win.
To take mom’s crown off, we have to set up a ward, so the psychic backlash will hit us (Ceri) instead. She helps us find dad, and do the same for him. We teleport out of the building, then Viskill portals us back to Iodale.
We sleep. Ceri fills in her parents about the big picture, but when time comes to explain the specific ritual we want them for, she doesn’t really explain the “suicide plan.” We teleport to Themis, where Anala has also set up a nice ritual circle. We create the Silver Thread: enough for 5 “rings” of thread. Ceri has an understated farewell with her parents.
Masamune can’t harm Ceri, so she gets poison. Dimplefoot shoots an arrow up into the air, and has it come down and kill him. Viskill disassembles his form. Artifacts can’t come with us. Best ritual suicides ever.
In a realm, colorless and blurry. Bright light where Anala stood: the image of a living soul, we absorb a tiny bit of it when we touch. Themis is partially current, partially old. Shadowy figures around, but we still seem solid. Most spirits don’t notice us, but some rush us: we flee. More come, from everywhere and under the ground, eventually we’re caught- but they splash like water when they touch us.
Eventually, an angelic figure in dark robes. Mortis, a servant of the Queen. We tell him why we’re there (the imbalance between creation and destruction), and he gives us a map to the Queen. We follow the strange map through shadowscape, to a tall mountain. It snows. At the top, a cottage.
Old woman in a rocking chair. Our souls are still “living.” We get her to tell (her side of) the Spiral story. Blueprint for life, tied inextricably to magic, created by Boccob the Uncaring. Eventually, the energy flow/production will overwhelm the universe (most of which is Boccob’s creation). He also made Shadowfell and Feywild; Queen came to preside over it, to slow the process of destruction. Boccob is satisfied with his results, and moved on- he never cares about consequences. What can be done to redress this imbalance? “Once we were better at it.” Only solution is ending magic? But once the Shadowfell had more creatures, living fey things- Orcs! They were given flesh, as were all fey: Orcs ascended to mortal world, and some wood-elves (original inhabitants of mortal world) ascended to Feywild; Eladrin (original to Feywild) had no place to ascend to. She doesn’t know about Shardminds or the Living Gate. Elves once tried to come to Shadowfell, but were cursed/enthralled by spider goddess, became Drow.
Bringing a race here would help. She wants one of us Spiral Knights as a vassal. Her power has waned over millennia; she wants her own knight, with a soul untouched by death. Would make her much stronger, better able to slow things. Also, she wants a bridge built between worlds, to bring a race here: requires blood and soul of an Emissary of the Stars. (Put the silver-thread ring on them and kill them.) Ceri volunteers to be her vassal. The rest of the team tries to volunteer also, but they are needed as Spiral Knights.
The Queen draws Ceri’s blood, and transforms her, into death. The Queen looks less aged, the cottage grander, the Shadowfell less blurry. There are discussions and farewells. After a few days, Anala raises them. Ceri’s body had disappeared.