Maxin', Relaxin' All Cool, Torturing Some Children Inside A "School" (Sirenswail 4) CW: Child Experimentation
Location: South English countryside, London
Main Cast: Shio the Alice, Gundisalvus the Magic-User, Sadith the Elf
Supporting Cast: Helga of the Ulvenbrigaad, Harold the Mule
Previously: The party sniffed out Father Osreth, fugitive priest, and took part in his sacrifice and the ensuing highly debauched feast.
Presently: After coming down from the high of the orgy, the sacrifice, the feasting -you know, the little things that make all the dirt and blood-caked parts of adventuring life worthwhile- Shio and Gund had a frank conversation with Marvale. In a surprise twist, he revealed that they were originally intended to be sacrifices. Indeed, shocking- but he had been impressed by their sincere effort to help the island by hunting Osreth, and participating in the ritual which ostensibly would render Sirenswail sacrosanct against Christian influence and persecution via magical protection. They were, if they would agree to keep the Island's secret and serve Sarulia, free to remain there and share in the bounty.
The Haven activities concluded, the PCs next determined what they actually wanted to do. They had already had a strong taste of filthy lucre, sex-cult social status and magical power, and shit, if there was more of this somewhere out in the world they were going to find it. Captain Rennie's sailors, the complicit sacrifice-wranglers that had brought them to the Island, had heard some juicy dock gossip on the mainland at Penzance. Namely something about blue-skinned men in the north west, a mysteriously appearing statue off somewhere, and something about the Archbishop William Laud being imprisoned for papacy.
Well, Archbishops seemed like the kind of people who might know what was going on with witches, witchery, witch-hunting, and other things of interest to a magical sex-cult. After traveling to the mainland, they gained a bit more info: Laud had been imprisoned in the Tower of London. The party loaded up Harold with their travel supplies as if he were some common pack animal and not the dignified, erudite talking donkey/voice of reason in the party he was. After about a day of overland travel, they ran into a small garrison of muddied royal soldiers. They had received orders for disbandment. The crown had recently been defeated by the Scottish Covenanters, and things lay for now as an uneasy truce awaiting resolution, with the Scots occupying England along the border and demanding payment.
The soldiers, although eager to return home, were sending a few of their number to London to collect their pay so that they could, y'know, eat or whatever. The party hitched a ride with them, passing pleasant conversation with a young man named Adam along the way.
Next, they would go about gathering information and scouting the Tower of London in case some kind of break-in was in order. Spoiler: It's in order.