Thursday, October 24, 2013

Day 64: An Evil Temple That We Conveniently Are Qualified to Seal?


Baer 3rd, 4288: 64 Days in the mortal realm

We finally are in Hommlet. With the warning that Soap gave us yesterday, and knowing how we had a nac for attracting trouble, Rekka suggested we each had a password. Isaac: would talk negatively about the weather, Jessica: ‘The play is coming along nicely, I hope the weather holds', Cortanna will knock on the door then place her hand on her weapon handle, Rekka: will knock on the wrong door and loudly call out one of our names, and for me: a series of 3 questions and answers (Heironious? Hate the guy. Erythnul? Hate him too. And your sister is? Dead.) It was our hope that if something were to happen, we’d know if someone wasn’t who they were.
Hommlet is quite a pleasant place. Not as grand as Sardik, but it was still busy with life. As we walked the road Isaac took off into a shop with 3 golden ball on the front. The rest of us decided to locate an Inn before splitting up further. We came to one that had a lovely maid painted on the sign.
“Welcome!” we heard. There on the front porch was a man whom I'm not ashamed to consider as being the epitome of a stereo typical drunk, “To the besht playsh fer a good jrink and a good wensh and a good many other things a man could want!" he slurred heavily, "Alo-me ter introdush mishelf. Am Elmo, am the brother of the guy wiv dark hair who's nevuh been around sinsh lasht yer whan he went ter work fer that won guy over thar-ish," Elmo rambled on, waving his hand vaguely towards the distant mountains. Not sure if he meant his brother worked in the mountain or if he worked in one of the cities beyond.
“And am the son of the old folksh who are my ma an pa who yoush shuld call-” His voice faltered as his face turned a vibrant shade of green. The next few moments were spent with his head in a bush as he vomited. Yep, I thought, he was, well is, drunk. He then straightened up and marched over to Rekka, who happened to be the closest, and he planted a slobbery kiss on her cheek and insist we pay him a visit some time.
“Plesh come an I'll givesh you a jrink uv the shtrong shtuff an my pa will be happy fer me ter havesh frendsh that aren't clay bottlesh an mead...an my ma might naht cry hershelf ter shleep over Otish an hish leaving hom-” And Elmo was back to retching in the bushes. This time when he finished he then took off, stumbling and talking to trees.
I already disliked the taste of any alcoholic beverage, but that was another prime example of why I didn’t have an appreciation for it.
The four of us girls went into the building. It was quite quaint. The foyer opened up to a large dining room, with a few doors leading into, presumably, the kitchens and perhaps some assembly rooms. A staircase in the corner led up to the rooms marked by a sign next to them. A number of pretty young women scuttled about the busy dining room, serving the many guests. A man and woman stand behind the counter were overseeing it all with observant but gentle eyes. Upon seeing my party enter, they nod to a young man standing on the side of the bar nearest us and he hurried over. He had an odd look about him. He was wearing over sized gloves and goggles.
“Welcome to The Welcoming Wench!” he proclaimed with a bow. I was a little surprised by the grandiose of him welcoming us. He gave us a rundown of the place; they have nice rooms, standard rooms, and listed the services provided by the young wenches and serving boys (like himself). We each chose to get our own rooms, which made me happy since I’d be able to have a place to get away from everyone if I needed to. Pretty soon we all were left to our own devices. I decided to ask the serving boy if he knew of where I could find a few things like the money exchanger, magical items, and blacksmith. The boy kindly listed off the various locations in great detail so I couldn’t miss them.
With that, I went outside to Raæin. I got him settled in the stable before telling him my plans and that I would come visit him once I was all done. My plan was to use my circlet's powers to full effect. To avoid drawing attention to the wealth I had, I would disguise myself. There were many building with alleyways. in which I could duck into one, make sure it was clear of people, then quickly disguising myself. I would then wait a few minutes so those out on the main road would have time to pass before I reentered, acting as though nothing had happened to me.
My first disguise I chose to use was to shrink myself just a little and make my black hair brown, cropped just above my shoulders. Point my ears to make me look like an elf and dulled my eye color to a dark brown. I altered my nose just enough and add freckles across it and my cheeks in case someone very observant happen to catch on that I shared the same face shape with my disguises. I finished up by changing the colors of my outfit to a white top with a leather wrap and black boots.
I reentered the main road and from what I observed, no one seemed to take a second glance. I walk into the money exchanger, noting the sign of the three golden balls. Sure enough as I step in, I see Isaac finish talking. I smiled in my head knowing he wouldn’t know it was me. He then turned and left, clearly looking into my eyes, only to look away quickly and hurry on past.
“Hi,” I said as I entered. I came to a halt, wide eyed, at the sight of a man in chain mail holding a sword and crossbow with two dogs at his feet.
“He’s there to prevent theft,” the exchanger told me. She looked to be on the latter end of 50, and seemed pleasant, “The name’s Nira, how may I help you?”
“I have some treasure that needs to be counted, what is your service fee?”
“5%,” Nira replied.
“And I know that notes are used within town, however if I need to, will I be able to take with me all of my unused wealth in the form of currency?”
Nira smiled, “Of course. Shall we begin?”
“Yes, but roughly how long do you think it’d take for you to count this?” I asked, placing my Havardsack on the counter. She looked in and seemed to be impressed.
“Just a few moments really,” the exchanger said, pulling down a set of scales. After a few minutes, she wrote down the total. 126,672 gold pieces. I definitely had enough to buy everything I would like to get from here and then have more room to put more treasure in from the sinkhole tomorrow.
“Quite a sum you got there,” Nira said. I gave a nervous smile, but then remembered that she didn’t really know who I was.
“I guess one can’t start saving for retirement too young right?” I quickly replied. Nira looked at me quizzically and I figured I best get going. I made sure I had my notes, subtracting 5% of the sum since that was Nira’s portion. A thought came to me that I ought to get a set of scales and make some business out of fee’s for appraising and counting treasure.
I ducked into a different ally and once more made sure I was alone. I shrunk myself again to 5’ 4”, made my hair long and blond with bright blue eyes, removing the freckles. I then changed the color of my clothes to a pale green shirt with a light brown leather wrap,
After waiting a few more minutes, I then continued on to this tower a ways up the road. The server boy had mentioned this tower was under reconstruction, and sure enough it held that appearance. Earth was dug into and stone were scattered about. He also said I was to look for Rufus and Burne. Once to the sight I inquired about them. I was directed to the main door of the tower, where a pair of men (one tall and lanky, the other short and powerfully built) stood overseeing the project.
“Hi,” I said, feeling hopeful about getting some new items, “ I was told you two are Rufus and Burne?”
“I’m Rufus,” the short, but strong looking man said, “And this here is Burne,” he said, nudging his tall and scrawny counterpart.
“How do you do?” Burne said, rubbing his side.
“Excellent. I was told that you two could help me with some magic items I’d like to purchase,” I began to say. Rufus laughed as soon as I said ‘magic items.’
"I might have known! One band of misfits leaves, and another comes in on their heels."
Burne, scowled at him, "Never mind him," he said, "He's never had much of a mind for magic. Only for steel. As to your request, as you can see we're in the middle of a little, ah, remodeling so-"
"Remodeling?" Rufus interrupted, "The idiot blew up most of our castle with his experiments."
"Yes, thank you, Rufus," Burne stated, though the scowl couldn't quite cover his smile. It was obvious that these two were old friends and a simple matter of a blown up castle would not threaten that friendship. Quite possibly this will give them something to laugh about around the fire.
"Like I was saying, we've had some setbacks recently and my wares are currently in storage while we rebuild. It should only take a fortnight for things to get settled enough for me to be back and ready for business."
Rufus chuckled and then muttered, "Truth is he keeps his stock in a pocket dimension, and his prize chicken who holds the key to said pocket dimension, was last seen shooting across the sky at high velocity, trailing smoke and debris. Looked right like a shooting star,” Rufus roared with laughter, smacking Burne on the shoulder.
Burne grimaced. "Y-yes," he admitted, "But it shouldn't take more than a fortnight for me to find her, and then we'll be back to business. The explosion won't have been enough to harm her, so all we need to do is find the statues…” Burne suddenly gave me a curious look.
"Look, uh, what’s your name?” Burned asked me.
“Araja,” I automatically. Part of me wonders if I ought to have used an alias.
“Araja, as you can see we're quite busy with things here, and I can't really be off looking for Henny, but if you're really interested in seeing my wares, keep an eye out for statues in the forest. That'll be the sign that Henny's in that area. If you find such a place, come let me know and I should be able to take it from there. I must warn you, Henny doesn't like strangers and she's more than capable of handling herself, so don't try to catch her if you see her. Just tell her Burne will be by to get her and to stay put. She'll understand.”
The hairs on the back of my neck perked. I was not pleased by the idea of possibly getting turned into a statue. I was most certain that that was what the chicken would do if I went looking for the statues in the middle of the woods. But then again, it wasn't like I had to catch her. I just had to find the statues before I turn into one right? I felt that would be quite reasonable and simple enough, but I decided to check with Burnes about the ability of his ‘chicken.’
“So all I need to do is find the statues and tell you where they are so you can find her? Will I turn to stone if I accidentally see her?”
“Oh no,” Burnes told me, “She is quite trained and wouldn’t do that unless you tried to catch her.”
“Okay, I’ll do it then.” With that I turned on me heels to head back to Raæin. As I turned, I saw Isaac. Knowing that Rufus and Burne weren’t exactly open for business, I decided I would let him in on the request that was asked of me. As I drew closer to him, I said in passing, “The weather looks quite terrible today doesn’t it?”
Isaac looked at me with questioning eyes. It was weird looking at him rather than down upon him, but it was almost funny seeing how unaware he was that it was me.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“Actually you can,” I said. I linked my arm around one of his, feeling a little nervous by my boldness, “Could you show me to the Inn?” Isaac looked at me more intently, realization suddenly dawned on him.
“Why yes, it’s this way,” Isaac said before giving the tower one last glance. After a few steps I then began to feel very ill. Like, exhausted beyond belief. It was strange.
“You okay Araja?” Isaac asked. I figured he knew it was me, but I still whipped my head up, “It’s your magical aura,” Isaac quickly added.
“Ah,” I exhailed, “Well I was going to ask if you’d help me look for Burne’s chicken, Henny, but I suddenly feel... ill? I don't know. Probably a little sleep will help. Since it seemed you were headed to the tower, there isn’t any business at the moment, that is until I tell Burne the location of Henny,” I explained. I then told Isaac I could get to the Inn myself. With that I once more ducked into an ally and went back to my ‘before death’ look. It felt kind of weird to suddenly see everything from 6’ 2” again, but that feeling quickly subsided as the tiredness overwhelmed me once more.
I made it back to the Inn and rested for a little bit. When I woke, there was still some lingering tiredness. I decided to go down stairs to see if anyone was out in the dining hall. As I descended down the stairs I caught sight of Isaac and Cortanna returning. They caught sight of me as well to which I went all the way down stairs so I could talk to Cortanna alone. I had been meaning to apologize to her since Podunk's destruction about how I treated her. Conveniently Isaac, as well and Rekka and Jessica who I hadn't noticed downstairs, began to head up the way I came.
“Hey Cortanna,” I said as she started to pass, “Can we talk real quick?” She looked nervous but was kind enough to stay. Once the others cleared I continued, “I’ve been meaning to apologize about how I’ve treated you since the boy incident. That was unfair of me to hold such an assumption, especially seeing how hurt you were from it,” I sincerely said. Cortanna seemed surprised by my words, like either she never thought I would apologize or she was surprised I was apologizing for that. Either way, I definitely felt somewhat better making it known to her I was sorry for judging her character off of an honest mistake.
“Thanks Araja, that was considerate of you,” Cortanna said with a touch of gratitude in her voice, but then it turned to a more haunting tone as she continued, “I never thought when leaving my family and Podunk that I’d become a murderer… I suppose that’s life.” She then hurried up the stairs without another word. I knew her last statement wasn’t directed at me, it truly sounded more of a thought of how she felt about what had become of her life since leaving home. I know I could relate...
All of us were in the Inn and we gathered in Cortanna’s room. It was cozy to say the least. This time when I saw Rekka I realized she had cut her hair short. I was curious by the change. It looked nice enough, but it was sudden… I suppose if she had told people, I wouldn’t have been on that list of those to inform of her decision.
“Your hair looks nice Rekka,” I said honestly, “Why the new do?”
“It was time for a change,” she said matter-of-factly.
I then mentioned my day, talking about the task I’ve been asked to do for Burne and add that an added security measure for myself would be if they saw me disguised and I approach them, I’ll flash my true eye color.
“Whoa, you’re disguising yourself? Aren’t you supposed to be good?” Rekka asked. I looked at her with a look that I could only hope expressed how odd her question was. Of course I was good. Why would disguising myself even remotely come across bad? Sure it’s sneaky from an outside perspective, but I’m part of this party. It should be clear why I was doing that. To keep a low profile on us. It’s not like I question her when she sneaked or walked around invisible invisible like.
“Of course I’m good. Why would disguising myself be bad?”
Rekka gave me a look of ‘she’s an idiot’ before turning her attention to Isaac, “So are we still on for Sardik tomorrow?”
“Rekka! What is wrong with me disguising myself? I’m trying to keep a low profile while out buying some needed items,” I snapped out before Isaac could respond.
“Just as long as you’re not ducking into an ally to do these disguise changes, I suppose you’re just fine. Otherwise people are going to notice someone walking around looking like one person only to walk out of an ally looking like someone different, which will draw a lot of attention.”
I pursed my lips together. It was like she had been following me or something. I was making sure those ally’s were clear of people let alone waiting for the busy street to move on to avoid any one person from catching on. Oh how I wanted to smack that smug face of hers! Then again, maybe I’m just mad at her for pointing out my own stupidity. But was it really? This was a busy city. I’m most certain that I had been cautious all day. Yet, what if she was right?
As I came around, I could hear Isaac answering Rekka’s question.
“Araja has a chicken she’s got to find and it sounded like she wanted me to help her with that. So we can go around noon,” Isaac said.
“No, you can both go. I’ll stay behind. I should be just fine taking care of the chicken. I was hoping to do it today, but I'm not feeling quite myself. By the way, Jessica, do you know of any chicken like creatures that could turn things to stone?” I asked, knowing I probably wasn’t going to get an answer. Once Isaac began to go one about his day, mentioning something about getting a letter at St. Cuthbert, and Jessica remaining silent, I decided to take my leave.
“Where you going?” Cortanna asked.
“I just remembered I hadn't eaten all day," which was true, "I’m going down stairs to get a bite to eat.” I mostly just wanted to be alone until my bitter mood passed.
“Didn’t you get one of those Dwarven rings?” Rekka asked.
“Yes, but the continual taste of mead in my mouth is very unpleasant,” I then headed out of the room with Isaac loudly retelling about the frescoes at St. Cuthbert after me. I wandered down stairs, got a meager meal that apparently came with the price of the room. I also asked for a carrot before going out to the stables to be with Raæin.
“Hey, Raæin. Sorry I didn’t come back right when I was done browsing around the town. Would you like a carrot?” I offered. Raæin accepted the treat. I then sat down in the hay and began to journal. To be honest, being there with Raæin was very pleasant. Like I couldn’t help but feel happy. It was very peaceful and this gloom that I let overcome me seemed to disappear.
“By the way Raæin,” I said, my thoughts suddenly being interrupted by another odd thought for Raæin, “Is there anything you think you might need or want? Help with grooming? Protection? I type of food that is particularly pleasant to you?” As I asked that question, I kind of felt foolish for even suggesting my ideas. Raæin was a Unicorn! The cares of this world probably meant nothing to him, especially the material things that one would get a typical horse... I hoped he didn’t think I’m trying to make him a pet. I just want to treat him like a friend since I felt he was my only ally- well, Isaac too since our little conversation yesterday evening. But still, Raæin was the first to really make me feel like there is good still in me.
“Um,” Raæin, in his deep and earthly tone, began, “I suppose some barding and protections from demons, or other evil things that might make it through my own powers, would be of use. Other than that, I’m fine Araja.”
If that was all he could think of, I would be sure to get the best. Perhaps the Blacksmith had some mythril barding, if they have mythril.
After a time I decided to go back in. I worried that maybe one of them, Isaac actually, would suddenly worry about my lack of return. I'd hate for any of them to start searching for me if it came to that. Once back in the room, I learned that Isaac had gotten an important letter but didn’t divulge on it’s contents. Gideon, who apparently showed up while I was out, informed us that a Temple of Evil, that was supposedly destroyed, was  now ready to be completely sealed. Apparently he was the one in charge of that task, which meant we'd all help. I, however, thought we needed to take more time gearing ourselves up for handling Lupik.
“I feel like I don’t know you any more,” Rekka said. It wasn’t so much out of malice of accusation, but rather confusion.
“Did you ever know me?" I muttered, "Besides, as one might say: marks, and werewolves and evil, OH MY!" I said moskingly, "It seems awfully convenient that we showed up and now we're the ones they want to save the day. From what it sounds like, nothing has happened yet. Granted, it's not like I want to ignore it, it's just there's nothing about it that resonates in me as something that has to happen now,” which was true. From what Gideon said, today happened to be the day that the magic in the temple was able to be sealed? It seemed unrealistic.
“Plus,” I continued since there was more to my lack of motivation to do something about this problem, “is this something just the priest knows about? What if we go in there and fail in sealing this temple? Hello Podunk again right? I just want to be cautious without getting the town's folk paranoid about us. I really would like to not have misfortune follow us, yet on the other hand avoiding the temple will probably not bode well for the town's people too.”
There were faint murmurs of agreement. Rekka muses about how she thought we’re a cursed group. As I thought about it, I’ve been cast out, Rekka and Brier were marked, Isaac’s on a second chance, Gideon, if I remember correctly, from past mistakes was only allowed to where his vestiture and is continually under the scrutiny of St. Cuthbert and Raæin somehow was caught and tortured in Hell... I think Cortanna and Jessica (though she is a werewolf) are the only ones of us who doesn’t have the God’s directly impacting their life. Eh, Raæin too, but again, with his lack of memory to what his life was before hand, what was it that led him to being caught and a rigorous attempt at corrupting him made?
No wonder this group wa so prone to misfortune.
It was settled after a bit of discussion that we’d continue on with our previous plans. Isaac and Rekka to Sardik, though they may pay the temple a visit just to scout it out. Cortanna will be off for a week to take care of some dragon hide. Jessica and Gideon, well I’m not sure what they’ll be up to, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they asked around about the temple to see what they could learn about it.
As for me, well I’ll be having a mini celebration of my sister’s birthday tomorrow. I'll also take care of Henny and hopefully getting some barding made for Raæin.


Day 63: A Curious Map and a Decision Made



Baer 2nd, 4288:  63 Days in the mortal realm


This morning I had woken up feeling particularly good. But those good feelings dashed after our little meeting with Soap.
“Knowing we are a nights rest away from Hommlet, I figured I’d give you guys a little run down of the place just so you’re not taken terribly by surprise,” Soap began. I raised an eyebrow in suspicion of what place we were venturing to if we had to be warned.
"It use to be quite the city," he explained, "About twice the size it is today. It started out as just another farming village, but when the kingdom was divided into Dukedoms a couple hundred years ago, Hommlet found itself right between the two most important dukedoms, and our modern day Cities of Lupik and Calik. Business boomed and the little village suddenly found itself growing faster than any other city in the country. Within a decade it was the same size as either of the duke's cities, and a few decades after it was twice their size. Unfortunately, such prosperity tends to attract unwanted attention. I don't know all the details, but about a hundred years ago a cult was discovered trying to open a portal to the Elemental Plane of Evil. Paladins and Clerics from all over were sent in to fight off the demonic hordes and after several days of hard fighting, the cult was destroyed and their underground temple was sealed.
"Unfortunately for Hommlet and its remaining inhabitants, the taint of the evil made others weary and they stayed away for years, starving Hommlet's economy. It's really only been in the last few decades that Hommlet's begun to make a comeback. There have been rumors of a new evil stirring in the land and, naturally, people have been wanting to point the finger at Hommlet. Lots of adventurers have gone through Hommlet lately, looking for clues. Me and my companions even looked around for a while, but didn't find anything other than a bunch of hard used people who are weary of outsiders and have a big dislike of anything evil or demonic. We might go have a look at look at Nulb, an annexed part of the old Hommlet where the cult was based. There is a sealed Temple there,” Soap said with more excitement, seeming to forget he was intending to give us a rundown of Hommlet and not of the evil relics, “We, my party that is, figure there's a good chance for some ancient relics in the temple that we could salvage. Nothing we'd use for ourselves, of course,” Soap quickly tacked onto the end. He then rifled through his bag and brought out a sheaf of parchment.
“Here,” he said, “I found this in Lupik’s Dukedom. It was just laying around, I swear, with a few others even,” Soap said, putting too much emphasis on 'finding' the parchment. Once he too in our looks, he frowned and rolled his eyes, “We did buy one, at an unreasonable price curse that Cleric and her guilty feelings,” he then trailed off in some mutterings that seemed to be directed at Florence
“I’m sorry... Here’s what I was meaning to show you,” Soap then unraveled the parchment and we could clearly see a map. At the center of the map was a collection of tiny dots, each labeled with a name as followed:


Araja Eloirakn of Celestia (cast-out)*
Raæin of the Forgotten Lands
Cortanna Elvenshrine (a.k.a. Cortanna Paddockson)
Neigh-huh-hehe-hrumph (a.k.a. Fire-That-Kills, Brier)*
Rekka Sangrail*
Bar Wench Jessica
_________(a.k.a. First-High-Priest-Of-Highnulfia, Enslaver-Of-Nations, Isaac)*.


 There were also dots and names for the Rogue and the other folk traveling with us. The little star next to some of our names were symbols too small for us to see.
"It's a useful map," the Rogue continued, proud of the map he had found, "since it'll give you everyone's true name in case they try to give you a false name. It'll also show you nearby roads, towns, and even hidden stuff like lost ruins. That's how we found the Dwarven ruins in the first place. It'll even give you clues about how to get past obstacles and to avoid traps. Yes indeed, quite a useful map. Of course, the map doesn't show non-humanoids very well, so you have to watch out for monsters and things. And the map is completely useless on undead and constructs.
"My last word of advice about the map, only ask it for help directly if you really need it. It can help you out only a couple times a week, but it's help is phenomenal, so don't waste it. You never know when you're going to need help. If ever you're lost, you can ask the map for directions to any location and it will show you, perfectly. Every aspect of every turn in the road will be given to the holder of the map, and that information will stay with them until they have reached their destination. However, the map will cease to function until the location has been reached. Also, if you really get into trouble, or if there's no way for you to get to your destination, you can have the map open a portal to your desired destination. The map will stop working for a few weeks afterwards, but the magic will return eventually.”
We all stood dumbfounded at the generous gift we were given. Isaac questioned why he was giving it to us. Soap said it was his way of thanking us for saving his life, but it almost felt like overkill. Then again I wasn’t about to say no and everyone else seemed to agree. We then waited until Soap was well out of earshot before studying the map some more. Cortanna put her ‘new’ goggles down over her eyes. As she looked at the names more closely, Rekka made a quick comment.
“Okay, this Hommlet city, is a little too much on edge, when it comes to evil cults and such things. Let's try not to destroy it or wreck chaos this time. I would so much love to have a city on my list of visited places to still be there and willing to allow us back. Could we at least make the effort to keep to ourselves?” She nudges Cortanna and looks at me, "Can you two do that?" I bit my tongue, wanting so badly to throw back at her how she was the tipping point on the chaos that broke out in the slums back in Sardik by sicking the people on one of her enemies. How she too needs to be careful. Instead, I just said, “My exact thoughts,” and left it at that. I really hated being so bitter, but it was just annoying being talked to as though I was a delinquent adolescent.
“As long as you are,” Cortanna said back to Rekka without taking her eyes from the map. She then began to tell us that Rekka and Brier have the mark next to their name, Isaac has the mark of Nerull (an evil Deity who hates life) next to his, and next to my name was the mark of Heironious...
“I thought you hated Heironious,” Isaac asked.
“Still do,” I said, but it was as though I was listening to someone else say it, “It could just be the map affiliates me, as an Angelic, with Heironious though it knows I’m fallen. I wouldn’t know why Heironious would even consider me affiliated with him still considering he casted me out.”
“Maybe he’s just letting you throw your temper tantrum and didn’t really permanently kick you out,” Isaac suggested. I looked at him as though he was an idiot, “Araja, just saying. From what I know of Deities, why is it your God didn’t just kill you for being out of line?”
That was a very good question. Why was it Heironious didn’t just take me out? It’s not like I’m doing him any good will here. If anything, I could very well just be messing things up for him. But that doesn’t explain what we as the party have learned about this mark going around. He was working with Erythnul! They were using my sister! Then again, what if there was something I was missing… I couldn’t deny that I suddenly missed home to a certain degree. I missed not being weighed down with guilt. Like that night when He comforted me after I had killed Meryth… it was like the greatest love I’ve ever felt. I didn’t seem like a monster to Him for what he saw was an honest mistake and one that I wasn’t to be held accountable for. I wish my action had saved her from the power of the mark.
With my head flooding with those confusing thoughts, I walked away from the group to have a moment to myself. I made sure I walked far enough away from the group to just let myself cry.
Was I angry? Sad or Hurt? Maybe? I didn't want to believe Heironious was truly corrupted. I desperately wanted peace within myself. What was I suppose to do about this new mark? Am I to do anything about it? I knew I was very confused and felt I carried this burden alone. How certain I was that no one could comprehend my situation. Were there others who were indecisive and uncertain about whether they were doing right or wrong? If Heironious hadn't lied to me, none of this would have happened! Why was it I was even reconsidering Him!? I don’t know who He was any more with the stupid mark and using my sister with Erythnul... All of those thoughts, intertwined with the past, was eating away at the direction I thought I wanted to go with my new life. It was like I was floating in the wind with no anchor to give me direction.
As I hugged my knees, reminiscing on the good qualities of the Kingdom, it then came to me. When we reached Lupik, or any city for that matter that had a cathedral, church, or shrine for Heironious, I was going to do something I thought I wouldn’t do ever again. It felt very right. Just maybe if there was some light to be shed on what was happening in this world… maybe if I should apologize first for being so angry and vengeful… no... well, not yet anyways. If He was corrupted, then he deserved no apologies. But, I must at least try to ask Heironious if he knew what was happening now.
It seemed like a brilliant, but very daunting idea. If Heironious was truly involved I could very well be submitting myself to being marked seeking His counsel... Then again was there anything any of us could do against the mark? I sure didn’t feel like I could take on a Deity let alone 2 of them. Malfeiya was the only being who was strong enough to remove the marks too. I doubted that there'd be another Malfeiya any time soon. Still, I made up my mind. I would go pray to Heironious, hope for some answer and possibly succumb to the mark I had learned to hate for centuries.  Now the question is, would he even visit or answer my questions?
A sound from behind me took me from my thoughts. I looked and was surprised to find Isaac there. I quickly rubbed at my eyes, hoping they weren’t too red.
“What do you need?” I asked, avoiding his eyes.
“Just came to check on you.”
“Well, here I am. I was about to go back,” I said truthfully. I got up and began to walk back.
“Araja,” Isaac said, interrupting my attempt to leave. I froze, keeping my head up at my full height and leaving my back to him. He let out a reluctant sigh, “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. It’s so clear you hate yourself for what happened at the ruins and I just want you to know that I know it was an honest mistake. Let it go,” Isaac almost pleaded with me. I slowly turned to face him. A sense of being nagged  came over me, like now it was wrong for me to feel bad about what I had done? Yet in that same moment it was so unusual of Isaac. He actually came out after me to try and make me feel... better? To check in with me? Once more, this tough looking guy showed a softness about him that was easy to overlook. But why did he care?
In that moment I felt I should let him in on my plans since they could quite possibly have a great impact on the party. I also didn’t want his effort for checking in on me wasn’t completely in vain.
“Isaac, I will be seeking Heironious in the Court of the Gods at the next city that has His cathedral,” was all I said. It was then silent for what felt like a minute. It was an awkward comment. How was one to respond to that? Right as I began to move away, heading once more back toward the party, Isaac stopped me with an awkward comment of his own.
“You’re not the only one confused about your purpose Araja,” he said. I looked at him again, curious why he had said that. He pulled at his shirt, exposing a mark, “If I am really here on a second chance, then why am I branded, as though I am destined to fail from the start?”
I hadn’t a clue how to respond. I hadn’t known he was already claimed and from the sounds of it, right from the moment his eye opened to his second life. I gave a silent laugh to myself as I thought about when we had first met. How talking about what he was seemed to bring a sense of panic upon him, especially after seeing how I reacted to the mark of Erythnul and Heironious. 3 years of dealing with his situation and I come along to bollix it all up.
I gave a small smile. I hadn’t asked him to share that with me, but somehow he seemed to know what I was feeling and I now had a sense of not being the only one so confused about what their purpose was. Now all I needed to do was learn to be stoic like Isaac and not let this anger, I’ve allowed, to control me any more. And with that thought, I knew it was going to take time. A long time.
We then met back up with the party. I continued to hang at the end with Raæin.
It's interesting how the past 2 days of travel has left a lasting impact on me... I have to wonder what kind of impact will be left once I’m finally able to pray to Heironious.


Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Day 62: Closure and Comfort


Baer 1st, 4288: 62 Days in the mortal realm

Didn’t feel like writing this last night. I had finished journaling and about 30 minutes later Isaac called our party together. I was curious what was to be said, nervous it was going to be directed at me for recent events, but thankfully my inflated head was wrong. Isaac seemed nervous, as though he was about to spill out some dark secret of his. Instead he gave us a thorough rundown of what had become of Billy and why.
“So... right. Billy,” Isaac began, “Billy is dead. Dead dead. Not unintelligent dead, or undead. He is ash on the wind dead. I understand that you're all upset, worried and maybe even angry now that I've just told you that I've destroyed Billy but please hear me out.
“Billy was an accident waiting to happen. It became very clear when in Sardik Gideon and I had to heal him because of an imbalance that became of him from trying to eat the Alop. The destructive forces so carefully holding him together would have wiped this part of the continent clear off if we had failed healing him.
“Other than that, you all need to understand that undead can be categorized into three types; 1) That which has no need to feed and exists solely on negative energy, 2) That which needs to feed to retain its mobility or other abilities, and 3) That which is driven to feed by an inescapable craving. After watching Billy for some time it had become apparent that he was one of the latter categories, most likely the second type. This meant that to retain his sanity and ability to function, Billy needed to feed, MUST feed, at regular intervals. His food of choice, as you might have guessed, was the souls of the living. And he doesn't just kill the living, or drain their souls. No, he destroys the souls utterly. Similar to what Pendral did to cleric rob,” that sent a chill through me. I hadn’t known Billy did that. I know he... ate them, but then again he did it only to the bad guys right?
Isaac continued, “The act of utterly destroying a soul is an abomination, even by undead standards. Existence is cyclic in nature. Things are created, live, die, and then are recreated into new things. To continue his own existence, the creature Billy had become broke this cycle.
“It was all well and good to justify the destruction of a few black souls, but what about the life that would have later sprung from the energy their souls left behind? And what about those who might not deserve complete destruction? Mable was deluded and misguided, but not evil. Hubert can attest to that,” for a moment I got caught up on the realization that Mabel had been killed which shocked me greatly.
“The lycanthropes,” Isaac pushed on, unaware of my thoughts wanting a moment to process what had already been said, “Billy destroyed around Podunk were evil, but likely some of them had little choice in their lot in life if they wanted to survive. I could hardly blame them for taking an out when it was offered to them.
“In addition, these hunger cravings eventually overwhelmed Billy. He could go weeks, maybe even a month without feeding, but then he must. It is not a matter of choice. If he does not feed then his body will do it for him. That is what happened back in the ruins in the spider's lair.
“There was a final spider in that chamber, gargantuan beyond belief. Decrepit with age, grown into the wall, and wounded by the inferno we ignited in there. Seeing its helplessness, I let it be and left with the body of the warrior Choppin. Billy sensed the spider's weakness, and the richness of its soul. Such an ancient soul deserved better than ultimate destruction, so I did my best to order Billy away from the elder spider, but the cravings were too much for him. He lep to the top of the spider and proceeded to bash it to pieces, only stopping momentarily when the force of my will was able to push through the blinding hunger. Seeing that Billy was beyond reason, I did what I could to stop Billy. I risked my life to use this gaudy piece of jewelry,” Isaac pulled out his very flashy amulet for us to see, “to send him to a hostile plane of existence, which destroyed him utterly,” he then dropped his voice to that of reverence, “The elder spider was beyond hope of recovery at this point, so I used Hubert to end its misery as well. A pitiful end to such an old soul, even that of a spider.”
Isaac remained silent for a moment. No one dared say anything. Was there anything to be said. To me and how Isaac was talking to us, this obviously was not an easy decision he came to. He was very bothered by killing what sounded to be a very lethal member of the group. I always thought Isaac to be some tough and rough guy who had no empathy, but here he was letting us know is great detail all that went into this decision of his. A softness fell over him that wasn’t there before (Insert Beauty and the Beast ‘Something There’ minus the lovey dovey feelings).
“I had not been feeding Billy souls in the hope that he could sustain without them,” Isaac once more continued, “but it was a vain hope. This could have ended much worse as well. Billy might have attacked and eaten one of us. You all know what strength he had, likely we could not have stopped him before one of us was gone forever. And seeing how easily I gained partial control of him, it was only a matter of time until another, possibly more powerful, necromancer fought us and turn him against us,” he paused to let that sink in.
“Araja, I know you wanted to use his ability to detect marks, but seeing as how he was so heavily marked himself that is a dangerous game to play. There was no telling if his mark would become as virulent as the ancient mark you described from your childhood.
“Rekka, I know that Billy was your friend, but his unlife was not a thing to envy. Beholden to his hunger and at the mercy of any skilled death magician, he was a slave in that body. His soul is now free, and will be renewed in the next life. The boy you knew died in that cave, this form was a poor substitute until he reached his next stage.”
The softness then disappeared some as Isaac made a last attempt to be the stoic and an emotionless man I thought him to be, “Know that I did not reach the decision to destroy Billy lightly, and I do not revel in his second death. If the form he had were not so destructive I would have set him free, or taken him someplace else. However I could not risk that. He would continue to destroy souls, with or without me, and would be at a constant risk of being controlled by anyone who had the skill to do so. He was in my charge, so it was my responsibility to answer for his actions. You can chose to hate me for the choice I have made, but I stand by what I have done. I will hold no ill will to those who decide to leave my side. If you wish to attack me then do so. I will not fight back.”
It was a tense moment. Would someone actually attack Isaac? I knew if I had given a similar opportunity to everyone, I was certain that'd take advantage of it. At least I knew what it felt like to be where he was. To do something that would make supposed friends hate you. It was an unbearable feeling and I hadn’t a clue how he was able to stay so composed about it.
Rekka was the first to stand, obviously very hurt by what Isaac had said and done. She pointed at him, but when words failed her she quickly took off. Part of me liked the fact that she was hurt so deeply, but I couldn’t find joy in it. No. Instead my heart betrayed me and felt bad for her.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. As I pondered what Isaac said, it hit me with such force. His soul is now free... Was he joking? If he wasn’t, then... this wasn’t the mark I knew to be so terrible! The mark would then just be, well what it appears to be... a mark. Unnoteworthy and seemingly harmless.
“Isaac,” I began, my hope rising by the seconds, “You said Billy’s soul’s free? Like, no God has automatic claim to him? Free to choose his destination?”
Isaac looked at me, his thick eyebrows furrowing in thought. He gave a slow shake of his head, “I’m afraid I can’t say. I just know he’s not a slave to his hunger in that body he once had.”
My heart sank. I wish I could have had a glimpse into what Isaac saw, but I knew I needed to trust his intuition of the situation. And with that, I went to bed trying to block the day from my mind.
As for today, well, I feel somewhat better about my situation. This was due to Raæin. As I hung at the end of the caravan, I noticed Raæin was still keeping close to me. I thought it completely bizarre. Why would this creature want to hang around me? I was sure he saw quite clearly (if not got singed himself) what I had done back in the ruins. And if he knew about my other horrible mistakes… what would he think of me…
As I let the guilt of my mistakes take over once more I decided I best ask Raæin. What was his opinion of me? Might as well confirm that I’m alone and no one here is particularly happy with my presence. Let alone, how could I ever be honored of such a friendship with a Unicorn? It just didn’t make sense. So I ventured to ask.
“Raæin,” I said timidly, “What do you think of me?”
The Unicorn looked at me with appraising eyes, unblinking, for a time.    
"I think you are a confusing creature, Mistress,” Raæin finally said in a very Earthly tone and with the wisdom one would expect from a Unicorn continued, “You are an Angelic, as holy as any I have known, and yet the mark of your fall is so obvious in the lines around your eyes and the shadow of the frown you wear when you think no one else is watching.”
I reeled in my head a bit at the thought of how observant Raæin had been. It would seem he had been observing me even before the ruin incident...
Raæin continued on, “I have wondered, at times, during my short time with you, why it was that you fell. But then, I have asked myself if it would really matter. Look at what I was when you first met me, and yet it was not my true self, and what about the path that led me to that place? Are we to judge one another from where we have come from, or to where we are going when there is so much uncertainty about either of those paths? No, I believe it is best to view every creature as it is, in this moment, with its wants and dreams and aspirations as they are, unfettered by the prospects of the future or the phantoms of the past.
"But I must apologize, Mistress, for I tend to ramble and have not answered your question in full. You are confusing to me not because of your past or future, but because you seem to me as though you walk beneath a heavy load. One which, if I may be so bold to say so, I do not think is yours to bear."
A sense of peace fell over me. It was already amazing to have him with the group, but to be addressed so formally and without contempt, it was refreshing. It was like a light suddenly shedding on the darkness I thought I was. Granted, I did some terrible things, but for once, they truly felt like mistakes and not guilt from something that must have been purposeful... with the exception of my sister that is. I also took comfort in knowing I was trying to be better about not being so quick to judge. If anything, I’m overly critical of myself than my party. I can’t deny any of the bad feels I may have acquired, but the part that bothered me the most about all of it was that it seemed it was becoming assumption that I’m an awful person. I felt like I’m trying too hard to prove I’m good. Isn’t that something that was supposed to come naturally? I guess I just wish these people were more forgiving. Can’t they see or understand that what had happened was completely against my character? Perhaps the mark of my fall had given false presumptions...
I walked further on, letting the guilt and frustrations play out in my mind. I hated how my body hurt with physical and emotional pains! How simple life was in the Kingdom… I longed to go back to the peace filled days. Why Heironious did you become corrupted!? Why? I pondered.
“Mistress?” Raæin called out to me, sensing the dark cloud that had come over me. I shook away the gloom. Did I really just have a moment of longing to go back to Heironious? I asked myself.
I looked to Raæin, trying to not think about Heironious anymore. As I looked upon him it registered what he had just said. Why had he called me 'Mistress?' Surely he didn't perceive me greater than him. I knew I wasn't as good as  him, it had been too apparent my inability of doing good consistently.
"You really are something Raæin,” I replied finally, “I didn't mean to go all quiet on you there. What you've said gave me a lot to think about... The wisdom in your words I feel am just beginning to realize. With how I interact with people, I'm trying to keep in mind their intentions and not basing who they are off of what just happened. As for myself, it would seem I have been exempt of such a notion,” I said with a touch of bitterness, but I pushed it aside as I decided to elaborate to Raæin about the guilt I carried. Unicorns were familiar with the heavens, so I figured he'd understand my frustrations.
“I guess I have been carrying around a lot of guilt. It's not like anyone here seems to have noticed. That is no one but you. It's just... I don't know. I'm back here in this mortal plain and have done things I wish I could forget. All I've wanted to do was good here. Instead I’ve made so many mistakes that I feel like I don't know who I am any more. Like somehow this fall has condemned me to never being able to do what's right," I took a deep breath reminding myself I was having a private conversation with Raæin, even though it was in Sylvan. As I thought about what I had said too, I realized I was just making circles. Raæin had already given his advice, his opinion of me. He gave me a feeling of self worth I thought I had lost.
"Sorry, I almost got lost in that tangent. In all Raæin, tank you for your words. You've given me some hope and have reminded me that I'm not a monster because of my mistakes. I still have my vision of what I hope to accomplish, I just need to be more careful about how I go about doing what's right.
"By the way,” I added, not wanting to drop what I had heard earlier, “why did you call me Mistress? I certainly didn't restore you to your true form. Plus, you know I am fallen. At most you should call me by my name for I do not think I'm worthy to be above thee.”
Raæin shook his mane of hair as he said, “Oh no, sorry. ‘Mistress’ is merely a term of reference, like calling a young boy ‘child.’ Would you prefer if I used your first name?”
“Yes. Araja would be just fine,” I answered. We walked a little further and I then became curious why it was Raæin chose to stay with. Why was it he hadn’t chosen to go off in search of other Unicorns? “Raæin, not to pester you or make you seem unwanted, especially right now, but why is it you've chosen to continue on with me and this party?" I carefully asked.
"I’m quite certain my herd has undoubtedly passed on long ago and so I have no where else to go,” Raæin said before adding, “you also smell familiar. The scent is very similar to someone I once knew long ago...”
That was a curious bit of news. I hadn't a clue why I would be so familiar. I didn’t know of any Unicorns during my time in the mortal realm and I knew my parents and sister didn’t interact with any either. Plus, not to mention the layer of grime all over my body from the weeks without a bath.
“That is interesting to know." I replied softly. We walked on a little further. There was a lightness in my mood. It was refreshing compared tot he past few days, especially in the past 24 hours.
On the note of my scent being familiar, I had to wonder if by chance he had regained some memories. So I asked in around about manner if he remembered any more from his past.
"To bad your memories are faint. I'm sure you had many stories to tell. If there were any you could remember, I sure would enjoy a tale or two as we continue on our travels.” I said not expecting Raæin to respond. I was sure I already knew what the answer was and didn’t want to pointedly keep pestering a possibly sensitive subject.
"My time in Hell has, unfortunately, cost me most of my memories,” Raæin reminded me, but he continued on, “All I really have now are impressions and images. I remember fields of tall grass and wild flowers. Deep forests with reflecting pools. Beings of light and beauty. There was always a little girl with me, the one who smelled like you, but I can't remember why she was there. She's the only human I can remember ever seeing in the forest,” then it was silent once more.
I couldn’t help but wonder who that girl was. How was it I happen to remind Raæin of her? Did I know her? Meryth came to mind as I pondered on this mysterious girl. Meryth wasn’t mysterious or anything, but she was my little sister. She would have been worth of such a friendship with a Unicorn. In fact, her birthday is in 3 days, on Baer 4th. I know I will do something and that’s what I've thought the rest of today's travel toward Hommlet.


Day 61: Physically- Emotionally -Burned


Dhroo 36th, 4288: 61 Days in the mortal realm
It's hard to believe we lost over two weeks worth of time! Our stay with the caravan was nice, but we were beginning to think our stay was becoming over extended after the rd night with them. The morning of the 4th day with them, we noticed the folk of the caravan seemed to be getting restless themselves. We asked what was wrong and they said that they're Adventurers had been gone unusually long. They were told 2 days at most to wait, but it had been 6 days since their entry into the ruins. Of course we volunteered to help.
In hind sight, I wish we hadn’t gone after those Adventurers. It was an unfortunate situation all around for them and for us.
I stayed in back so Raæin could keep with me. He and I had enjoyed each other's company over the past few days. He still doesn't like Brier. Something I noticed too was Brier was incapable of getting near him. A few times Cortanna had gone off hunting and upon returning would trying to ride up to me. Some invisible force prevented her from coming closer. It wasn't until she was off Brier that she was able to approach me.
Anyways, the ruins were an obvious relic. Some kingdom was once there. Jessica kept reading off the various Dwarven script etched into the walls. Isaac kept finding hidden rooms that had some treasures, but nothing too grand. We would split up for a moment or two, but always came back together after a few minutes. Luckily we were together each time we came upon the monsters in the ruins. The first of the monsters were Dire Bats... Yay. Rekka’s sight had improved more for she was the one who warned us of the bats.
After taking care of the bats, we discovered the dead body of the Barbarian, Janice Chopplin. She was killed by a pendulum that swung across a bridge that lead to a horde. At first it seemed abandoned, but once Cortanna took a few pieces of gold a dragon greeted itself to us. Isaac acted quickly, using a force on it to which the dragon fell from the forge it climbed up through. We quickly left in case the dragon came back. Considering it was red in color, I was certain that flowed below the forge wouldn't harm it.
We came across a kitchen like area as we searched for the other Adventurers. In the kitchen we found water skins and six rings. The water skins were a continuous supply of dwarven ale and the rings were that of sustenance, specifically crafted toward the Dwarven ideals of sustenance. Though the rings took a week to attune, they left a constant taste of red meat and mead in one’s mouth. Because of that, I opted to not wear my ring... I would need to make sure I had food for myself to avoid starving since it appeared everyone else was content with their ring.
Later we come across a library. It is torn apart with bits of creatures, like an owl bear, and a hand of someone sticking out of rubble from a collapsed wall. We dug out what looked to be Florence (the Cleric). Isaac pulled off an amulet and gave it to Cortanna. Apparently the amulet would heal in time of an emergency if one was about to die. For everyone else that would be very convenient since my ring prevented me from healing... at least that's what I thought at the time.
After another 5 minutes of searching we come upon a giant gelatinous cube. Part of me wondered if that was the cube that Isaac had teleported from Sardik, but then the next question would be why would Rekka have been teleported here?
Isaac noted that a body was in the cube. We went about attacking it, Isaac summoning a skeleton, Jessica using that fire rod and I sending a few fire bolts in myself. Once the cube was destroyed, we collect the remains of the wizard. Isaac kept what I could only assume to be Charlie’s staff and Cortanna took his gloves. Isaac gave a tap with the staff to which a stream of yellow liquid sprayed out. It was acid. How fortunate he didn't accidentally spray us.
We continue on, Rekka leading us in a direction she assumed the other three must be. We came to a room in which Isaac sensed another door that was hidden. Once it was located, he and Rekka attempted to open it. When they couldn't open it, they had Billy do it, to which he unlocked the door in a matter of seconds. The hallway behind the door was dark and according to Isaac full of cobwebs. No one wanted to venture down to see what laid at the other end. But because none of us wanted to do it, nor pass it by, was when things went terribly wrong.
Cortanna ordered Brier to go check it out. Brier was very unhappy about her orders. She almost obediently went down the hall only to suddenly chicken out and go to Jessica. After nuzzling her for a minute we saw her walk back with the fire rod in her mouth! I was waiting for Jessica, Cortanna or anyone to have some sense to take the rod from Brier before she accidentally blew us all up! It finally got the point where Brier looked to have the rod all aimed down the hall that I finally intervened and took the rod.
I don’t know how close we were to being hurt, but I wiped the slobber from the rob, thinking to myself that Brier had a good idea.
“I guess I’ll do it then,” I said, pausing a moment as I looked down the eerie hallway. I then let the magic of the rod release. A flame whipped down the hallway, illuminating the 20 foot space before exploding in a room, setting it on fire. However what was most disturbing was the giant silhouettes of spiders dancing in pain. Their scream was chilling and I knew I better get ready to send another fireball in their direction.
In all it was a brilliant idea; keep spamming fireballs at the monstrous spiders. That was until one of them made it all the way to the tiny door (compared to the spider). Without thinking (partly due to the panic of more giant spiders behind the one at the door) I shot a third fireball.... down the blocked hallway...
It was a painful mistake I made, a bitter memory I'll always have now. On top of the spiders screaming, I got to listen to the added shrieks from my fellow comrades. Mortified was what I felt.
And the cursing I received soon after...
I did my best to ask who needed healing, because I was perfectly fine. That was when I realized my ring protected me from most of the fire. I could also feel the few burns I sustained healing. I asked once more who needed healing but no one answered.
A thick webbing was sprayed at us. We were stuck, especially Cortanna who tripped and rolled in the sticky stuff. I noticed she was still in bad shape. I quickly healed her whether she wanted it or not. I then ordered everyone to get out of the webbing as fast as they could. Part of me felt suicidal, part of me want to punish myself for such a thoughtless act. I could hear the spiders withdraw back to their dark room, but I wanted to burn all this webbing. Knowing I was better off at resisting the fire, I figured I’d just take another bath in the flames. Isaac hearing what I planned to do suggested Brier should light it up, which she did once everyone was out.
With the webbing gone, Jessica promptly marched up to me and yanked the rod from my hand.
“Don’t you EVER use something you know nothing about again!” She snapped at me as though I were a child.
“Yeah, trying to get us all killed now Araja!?” Rekka jumped in. Their accusations of my intentions hurt. Didn't I have a right to be angry that they were just going to let Brier use the item?
“I’m sorry,” I said, unsure what else I could say. I would have thought my whole demeanor suggested my remorse.
“Sorry ain’t gonna cut it Araja! We all could have died!” Jessica continued to tear into me.
“You think I take pleasure in that!? I said am sorry! I did not do that maliciously. It was a terrible mistake! Besides, what about when you almost killed me with the same rod!?” I shot back at Jessica.
“That was different! I tried to heal you and your dumb ring prevented it from happening!"
"I offered to heal people too but no one spoke up!"
"Just don’t ever use this rod again!” Jessica responded unphased by my reasoning.
It was probably my darkest moment in my head. I was seriously teetering close to the edge of suicide. I caused a massacre, I killed a Cleric, and now I nearly killed this party I was traveling with. It wasn't like they needed me... it seemed so clear how hated I was. Heironious thankfully didn't send me to Hell when he casted me out, but it sure felt like it...
Isaac and Cortanna moved down the dark hallway as I swam in my darkness. I stood awkwardly in the room with Jessica, Rekka, Brier and Raæin. A few minutes later Cortanna and Isaac returned with another dead Adventurer... it looked like a fighter, so we assumed it was Hachav. However, Billy was gone. Isaac simply said we was dead, that he had killed him because he was too strong and rapidly he was losing control of him. He even confessed to never fully having control of him, but he said he’d explain it better once we were out of the ruins.
Part of me felt shock amidst my self loathing. It was great and all we don’t have a strong, marked, and unpredictable person in our midst, but he was able to tell where other marked beings were... Were we walking blind? Would we be at greater risk without that detection?
We resurfaced to give the caravan the bodies we had found. We also needed fresh air. When we surfaced the followers were all are amazed to see us. Appartenly 3 days had passed, though we were sure we had only been gone 2 hours. Considering we only found 4 of the 6 Adventurers, we explain that there’s a good chance that we’ll be another few days in the ruins. They assured us they are well equipped for another month and thanked us for helping them find their fallen comrades.
There was a moment that we considered resting the day due to the excursion we made, but Isaac and Cortanna were of the mind that it would be best if we quickly finished what we had started. There was just the 2 left and since no one spoke up in disagreement we descended once more to the depths of the ruins.
It was grueling getting the last two. The Ranger, Robin, was dead. We had to finish killing the gargoyle that was behind Robin’s demise. Cortanna took the gear from the ranger (a bow and a pair of goggles). I was beginning to feel concerned that we'd get into trouble for taking these Adventurer's gear, but I relished in the thought of my comrades getting caught. I hadn't taken anything from them, though I know I'd be equally guilty for not having done anything about it.
From the room we found Robin, there was a side room. It was a grand room in which beautiful pictures were depicted. They told the story of how Dwarves and Elves ruled the land while humans were a little more tamed than Orcs. Something about a great battle with the 9 Hells and Heavens and heroes of all kinds doing heroic acts. How the Elves and the Dwarves sailed to different lands and the Dwarves making some kind of sacrifice...
But one that was most intriguing was this painting of 9 beings.There was something about it that was distinctly familiar. Would it be wrong of me to think that possibly the painting was in representation of my party? There was two with wings, one with horns, one with half its body depicted as an elf and the other half as a human, one with a wolf's head, one with the same wavy glowy design as the source of the ancient conflict (though the eyes are obscured, could be lack of craftsmanship, could be intentional), and two of equestrian design (one dark and other light). The final figure stood apart from the rest, it's shape was unrefined, more like a reference to head, arms, torso, and legs of a person instead of an actual carving of one. No discernible features was present on its face. The stone surrounding this final carving was cracked and chipped as though struck by a heavy blow. Perhaps there was once a proper carving there and it was removed. Perhaps the chips and cracks were deliberate, as many of them seem to feed directly into the shape and form of the carving, though that could be coincidence. But if it was of us... who carved this so accurately when this place was centuries old?
We tried to ask the equines in the room, but Brier was nothing but a fit full of tears and unwilling to say anything. Raæin went into a trance for a moment but had no recollection of what he said nor was he able to get anything useful out before snapping out of it.
Before getting caught up in a huge dable on the artwork we continued to follow a blood trail to find the Rogue. The Rogue, Soap, was beyond gone. He didn’t trust us. As we advanced toward him we find ourselves in a cloud of smoke. The place we were in with him had a drop off into the lava flow below.
I fanned the smoke away with my wings only to reveal the Rogue was a stone statue. We hadn’t a clue what had happened, but finally Jessica whipped out a flower and began to put it under Soap’s nose. Isaac stopped her for a moment and placed a collar on the statue of Soap. Once he turned back to his former self, Isaac commanded Soap to calm down, which he did immediately. He then commanded him to tell us what had happened. Soap goes into excellent details about their misfortune in the ruins. We then decided we’d best all get out since who knew how much time had passed since our return to get Robin and Soap.
As we got Soap to his feet to leave, that dragon we thought we had dealt with appeared. He climbed up and over the edge of the cliff, looking in bad shape. We tried to run, but the door was locked. I was certain our doom was nigh. As it moved toward us, a mist formed in front of the dragon. He cried in agony. I then attempted to trip the dragon with a spell that had failed me one too many times before. I figured it was the best option I had other than landing a lucky blow with my halberd against it’s scaly hide. As luck would have it, my trip worked! The dragon went down! I couldn’t believe what had happened. A glimmer of pride resonated in my heart. Even more amazing was Isaac’s skeleton he had summoned and Cortanna killed the dragon together in a charge attack. The dragon being pieced in the heart collapsed right there on the edge.
WIth the dragon dead, we decided not to press our luck and left immediately. Yet on the way out, I and Rekka both had the same idea to visit the horde, considering the dragon was truly dead, why not take a few extra pounds of some of the finest treasures a dragon could find? But something weird happened there. I had barely collected 2 dozen gems when suddenly the whole horde disappeared. Not a copper was left. It was just gone!
“I guess the horde doesn’t like Rogues...” Rekka said nervously. I thought it odd of her to say that since earlier she had played with some of the jewelry after our first encounter with the dragon. Maybe there was a magic unlocked after the dragon died? I don't know. I doubt Rekka could have had anything to do with it. She’s just a Rogue.
We quickly resurfaced after visiting the horde. Are detour added 6 hours to the time we lost. Another 10 days had elapsed. It was as thought he deeper we went, the faster reality slipped by.
Soap and the followers were overly grateful for our help in retrieving their fellow comrades and so insisted on having us go to this city, Hommlet, to which they’d treat us to a few nights stay. I wasn’t about to say no, we had to replenish our supplies and I would love to see if there were a few items I could pick up in the process. But, despite the good news of that, I was still plagued with the guilt of nearly killing my whole party. I knew they weren’t about to let that drop or forgive me from how they avoided me. So here I am, away from the company as I prepare to rest for the night. At least here I can avoid their condescending glares.