In the morning after their grim discoveries, Audrey Rose gathered the team to share what she had uncovered from the Paginarum Lethargica. They spoke at length about the ritual that would allow them to enter the dream realm, the importance of the Dream Shard, and what would be required to defeat the growing threat. The conversation was thick with tension and debate—the path ahead was perilous, and time was quickly running out.
Key pieces of the puzzle were coming into focus. The Brotherhood of the Spider, led by a man named Nahum, currently held the Dream Shard. The house on Hook Street, now a crumbling ruin, had once belonged to Nahum and was originally a temple to the Sovereign Host before the family had built a manor house atop it. The group also learned of a place called Mogul Tar, located in the Baesch Mountains, which might prove significant later.
While Audrey Rose was urging Zita and Sabrina to speak with the magistrate and secure official backing, Bosley quietly slipped away with London. Zita, catching on, followed discreetly. Together they negotiated terms with the magistrate: the group would be paid 1,500 gold per person upon delivery of the Dream Shard and proof of Nahum’s death.
Meanwhile, Audrey Rose continued analyzing the grim mathematics of the dream corruption. At the current rate, the entire city would fall under its influence in just thirteen days. Learning the ritual to counter it would take six. The odds were grim.
The group began attempting the ritual, but their first attempt failed. On the following night, however, they succeeded. It was now Day Eight.
With the ritual complete, the group stepped into the dreamscape. A dense fog surrounded them, and an eerie, oppressive silence hung in the air. The twisted landscape mirrored the Fallen District, distorted and uncanny. Shards of corrupted dreamstuff began to swirl, slowly forming into a towering spire.
A faceless, winged gargoyle flew silently overhead as the party suddenly found themselves standing before Lady Kerrington’s house. A crashing noise tore through the dream as metal groaned somewhere nearby. Movement flickered in the corners of their vision—shadows and half-seen horrors.
Audrey Rose gave a warning, moments before a bloated, dog-sized flea with a drill-bit proboscis lunged from the shadows and slashed into them. As the group rallied to fight, the creature vanished into the mist—only to be replaced by six grey-skinned humanoids: cultists of the Spider, closing in with blades drawn.
A chaotic battle erupted. Blades clashed and spells flashed through the dream-fog. Eventually, the cultists and their monstrous companion were vanquished, their forms crumbling into fragments of nightmare.
Then came the cackling.
From the mists emerged an old woman with curling ram’s horns—Sally Scrabblebones. She held Lady Kerrington by the hair, her form limp and unconscious. With a crooked smile and a mocking tone, the hag sneered, “Do you want to make more money? Sure, we all do.” And with that, she vanished into the sky, taking Lady Kerrington with her.
The group stood in the dream-fog, bloodied but alive, realizing they had only just begun to uncover the true horror of the dream realm—and that Sally Scrabblebones now held one of their few allies captive.