Day 67: 4 Wishes Later... Hommlet Lays in Waste in Our Wake

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Baer 6th, 4288: 67 Days in the mortal realm

I suppose there is little comfort to take in at the end of this day... Another town destroyed... well mostly... I know tomorrow I’ll go back to Hommlet to see if I can salvage any of my wealth, while donating almost all of it to the town to rebuild.

So how did we manage to destroy Hommlet too? Well, it wasn’t quite the same way we messed Podunk up. However a deity was involved. Y’dey, a Cleric, was definitely involved in something sinister. She was trying to release Eryth (the female version of Erythnul) from her prison in the evil temple.

However, before I go head strong into that, there was another matter we dealt with just before Y'dey. Raæin still was missing from the stables. Cortanna and I went out to check on our equestrian friends and found a crowd of disgruntled folk. The reason for the discord was due to the dead horses and bodies of people in there. Granted, Brier wasn’t there, but I suspected this was her doing, being a nightmare and all. We asked what was going on, trying to be honestly concerned. The most anyone knew was it had to have been some kind of attack, seemingly by a beast.

We quickly made our leave and went back in to report to everyone about what had happened. Rekka, whom I assume returned during the night, was quite miffed about her horses being killed. Cortanna suspected Raæin was dead considering his absence still from the stables and assuming Brier truly had something to do with it. I reminded her that his barrier would prevent her from getting close to him. Isaac then whipped out the Maurder's map to see if Raæin even showed up. Sure enough he was in the woods, near a river, which I thought was quite odd.

I quickly took off to find what Raæin was up to, the rest of the party on my tail. When we got to Raæin I could see him laying down next to the river, not moving. I rushed to him and saw hoof marks all over him. I whipped out my belt of healing and was able to heal Raæin some to bring him about. Tears were in my eyes because I felt like I neglected him. I should have gone looking for him immediately! How fortunate he was still alive!

“Raæin, what happened?” I asked cautiously, unsure if Raæin would hold me accountable for what clearly looked like Briers marks all over him. The Unicorn grunted a little as he prepared to tell me what had transpired.

“Brier asked me to make some water for her. She left her stall so I could go in and make it for her. However, I suspect she knew the water wasn’t quite right. See, as I was creating it, I could see her reflection right as she knocked a trough of water on me. I then could feel her attacking me and... now I’m here?” Raæin said, seeming perplexed by where he was.

The anger in me and the guilt I felt for not having heeded Raæin’s distaste for Brier made me want to punch something! I balled my fists and looked to Cortanna.

“Cortanna,” I said curtly, “I’m not mad at you. But if I ever see Brier again, she's dead!” I declared. I stroked Raæin’s head, apologizing to him for being a fool.

“What did she do?” Cortanna asked accusingly, like I had judged wrong.

“Do you not see the marks all over him!? Did you not just hear what Raæin said!?" I had forgotten Raæin and I were speaking Sylvan, "Sorry," I muttered," Apparently your ‘horse’ dumped the cursed water all over him and proceeded to beat the crap out of him!” I stated. I continued to fret over Raæin while the rest quietly watched. Soon there was a rustle in the bushes behind us. A guard from town, who was at the stables, followed us. He asked what was wrong with the Unicorn and we attempted to give a truthful story that didn’t tie us back to the stables incident. The guard didn’t seem to by the feeble story of ‘whatever happened in the stable, my Unicorn was able to get away.' He informed us we ought to stick to what it was we were asked to do and then probably head out of town. I felt a bit miffed at the guard for judging us so quickly. It wasn’t like we sicked Brier on all those beasts.

Gideon healed Raæin to full health before we all gathered back in town to execute Isaac’s plan. We gathered all of Hommlet's town Elders and went to the jail. Isaac stood in the jail cell while the rest of the us stood outside it ready to strike once Isaac wished Y'dey there. The Hellbred then made the wish to which it was punctuated by a shrill scream saying, “NOOO!!” An explosion followed the scream to which I remember being flung back and against the hard ground. The memory is haunting. The building laid in ruin around us. Isaac, Jessica and Burne were dead. With all the carnage, I could see Hubert laying near Isaac’s body. I quickly rushed over to him, my ears ringing with the scream of Y’dey.

“Hubert!” I said frantically, “I wish Isaac never made the wish he just wished!” Suddenly Hubert disappeared from my hand and the world around me shifted. I blinked my eyes and suddenly could hear Isaac wishing again.

“Stop!” I yelled, almost on the verge of tears from the horror I saw moments before. Every eye was on me and with fear pumping through me I barely was able to sputter out how he, Burne and Jessica had died as a result of the wish. Isaac asked Hubert how many wishes he had and was informed he had 2 left. Isaac then sheathed Hubert, clearly disappointed. The party and I took off for Nulb to take care of Y’dey and the temple the 'hard' way.

As we approached Nulb, Soap appeared on the map. We made our way toward him. Rekka, whom had a new set of eyes now (probably why she was gone all night long), told us that she could see a Cleric was tied up to a stake, Soap preparing a fire. We quickly intercepted the attempt Soap was making to burn the Cleric. Gideon and I attacked, I hitting Soap with the handle of my weapon to knock him out. Soap tried to attack back, but Gideon hit him squarely to which he finally went down. He was quite gory but alive. I wanted to revive him enough to get answers about what he was doing, but Gideon finished him off saying it was obvious what his evil intentions were. Everyone else didn’t seem to care, which bothered me.

We untied the Cleric and he was a blubbering mess. He sputtered about how he thought that party he was with were his friends and that he might have been able to have been a good influence on them.

Isaac asked where the others had gone off to and the Cleric motioned to the fire. It was enchanted to conceal the entrance of the temple. Isaac then sent the Cleric off on a Rhinoceros and summoned a peculiar chest. Was animated and had characteristics of a dog. Isaac asked it for gloves of disintegration. The luggage coughed up some gloves to which Isaac placed them on. A green light shot out the tip of his gloved finger, making the fire disappear and revealing the entrance to the temple. As we head down, Isaac makes a comment that if we wanted anything, if we asked for it, chances were the luggage had it.

The temple had 3 levels to it. The first 2 levels had three rooms each. Each room had an elemental theme of some sort. The first room had a dead Earth Elemental, while the second had memfits all entranced by a glowing orb and the third room was full of water. I and Raæin transformed into Mermaids (Rekka had given the Unicorn a circlet like mine since she had promised Brier one and she’s no where to be found). We didn't get too far down before we were attacked by a giant octopus. It followed us back to the top, Isaac getting grappled by it. No sooner had he disappeared under the water, the octopus was then thrusted out of the water and into the stone ceiling above. It's bloody bits fell back into the pool of water.

The Elders had mentioned that each room held a stone that was needed to destroy the temple. So far, each room held no stone. Our only clue was the empty crevice that indicated some kind of rock or ruin had been taken.

We went off into another room after the pool was thoroughly explored for the stone we needed. The new room was completely on fire. The luggage had gloves that can keep Isaac safe from the fire (and every other element for that matter. So he and Raæin were the only ones who could go into the fire room. While in there imps appeared. After dealing with the imps, Isaac and Raæin came back from around a corner. Isaac informed us that there was a dragon but he had managed to get rid of it on his own. I shook my head. The winnings he had aquired were clearly to his advantage.

Anyways soon we encountered an air room, an electric room, and an acid room. The electric room was interesting enough. Just as Isaac was about to kick down the door Rekka broke into hysterics. She started yelling at him to stop. Isaac asked why and she explained that everyone except her and Cortanna died at the hands of Iron Golems. She mentioned how the whole room was electrified. Apparently I had touched the floor and nearly died right then and there from the electric shock. Isaac had then rusted all the metal surfaces. The electrcity disappeared, but the room flooded with Iron Golems. Isaac checked with Hubert and sure enough he was down to 1 wish. I smiled thinking about earlier. For a moment everyone had thought it farfetched when I said some of them had died in the explosion from Isaac’s wish.

We finished clearing the final rooms, collecting 3 stones in the process. Isaac had also gained the previous 4 stones, that we noticed missing in the other rooms, from his encounter with the dragon. With the 7 stones, we continued down to the lowest level of the temple. It was very dark. Even my eyes couldn't see what was before us.

“Y’dey, explain yourself,” Isaac called out.

“Hmm? You’re not my slave,” a feminine voice answered. I casted lights in the room so we could see. There was no one there... I then remembered the water from Hommlet and figured my invisible sight was currently under the influence of the water.

Isaac suddenly attacked, hitting something. A few moments later a woman, whom I could only assume at the time was Y’dey, appeared. Quickly all of us closed in on her and attacked. I let off two spells with a single of my halberd which brought Y’dey to her knees. Isaac then paralyzed her and placed the collar of command around her neck. He then structs her to not attack or cast spells upon us. She remained, glowering at Isaac.

“Tells us what you’re doing here or else!” Isaac demanded. Y’dey continued to glare at him. She then pursed her lips and let out an exasperated sigh.

“I was trying to unlock this temple to appease my Goddess,” she confessed.

“Who’s your Goddess?” I asked. She looked at me and remained silent.

“Look Y’dey, either you talk or I kill you,” Isaac said. Y’dey continued to hold her tongue. Isaac grabbed Hubert and lifted the enormous sword above his head. Just as he began to swing forward Y’dey broke.

“Stop stop STOP!!” she hollered, shielding her head. She let out an exasperated sigh, “Her name is Eryth.”

“Eryth? Like short for Erythnul?” I asked.

“No,” Y’dey responded, “Erythnul was bi-gendered. He split and I was trying to free the female side of it.”

“Why not serve Erythnul? He’s not contained,” I went on. Y’dey scoffed at me.

“Erythnul is the god of hate, envy, and slaughter. Eryth is the goddess of jealousy, beauty, and vengeance and killing people for those things,” she added with a smile. Her face then darkened again as she looked to Isaac, “Please let me release her!”

“You will not release her,” Isaac commanded to Y’dey’s obvious contempt, “However, I would like to know if you have any followers.”

“Yes,” Y’dey says through pursed lips.

“How many are in Hommlet?” Cortanna blurted out.

“12.”

“Can you communicate with them?” Isaac asked.

“Yes.”

“Stop.”

“I can’t stop what I haven't started considering I’m not allowed to cast spells,” Y’dey snidely remarked.

“Oh good,” Isaac said, “Now tell us, who all in town are involved.”

Y’dey was clearly livid. She reluctantly disclosed with us all those involved. The grocers, some beggars, the wheel wright family, and a few others. Once everyone’s questions were answered, Isaac asked Rekka to turn Y’dey to stone, figuring she could at least be preserved for further questioning. He then command his trunk to eat her. I knew he meant to have the trunk just store her... but the trunk lived to the meaning of the word and ate the stone form of Y’dey. Perhaps if we need info from her, we'll piece her back together.

We then proceeded to destroy the symbols. Gideon had acquired some rings from the Cleric at St. Cuthbert who presented this task to him. They had the same kind of symbols as the stones we collected. When matched with the correct symbol, the two melded together and crumpled into nothingness. After destroying all the symbols the temple begins to crumble under our feet. We start to run but the temple was crumbling faster than we could move. Isaac told us to grab him. With a hand barely touching one of his horns, he wished us back to Hommlet’s town square. We stood stunned for a moment as we foudn ourselves back in Hommlett. The wind around us was headed in the direction of Nulb... and it was getting stronger. Jaroo came running over to us.

“What did you do?” He asked.

“We destroyed the temple,” we admitted. He looked in the direction of Nulb. With an exasperated look he took off. We too began to head off after squabbling on who was going where and how. Raæin took off with Isaac, Gideon, and Cortanna toward the ruins while Jessica and I got a ride with Rekka in her dragon form. I did feel somewhat abandoned when Raæin rushed off without me.

Rekka was flying fine for a while, but the wind got so strong she had to go back to the ground and use her claws to dig in and keep put. The wind continued to pick up and soon Rekka was losing her grip on the ground. Her claws began to carve deep crevasses into the earth as we were pulled back toward Hommlet. Just as it seemed the wind would take us back to the depths of the temple, it stopped. Rekka didn’t wait around, just in case the wind picked up again, and took us to the ruins.

It took the rest of the day for us to get there. Once we landed, Rekka turned back into herself and was livid with Isaac. I’m sure she would have ranted and raved at him, but she ended up collapsing in an exhausted heap. I was grateful for the care she took in keeping me safe, so I set up my tent and made her comfortable, everyone else following suit since it was getting late.

Like I said, little to take comfort in. Hommlet was mostly destroyed and it just kills me that another awful end to a good cause happened in our wake. I know one thing, tomorrow I must go back and collect what I can of my wealth while donating most of it to the town for the destruction we caused. Maybe even help rebuild if there's time that can be allotted.

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Day 66: Isaac Has a VILE Theory

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Baer 5th, 4288: 66 Days in the mortal realm

If I thought yesterday was filled with shocking information, today was far worse. And because my head is muddled with new truths or lies, I know I need to talk to Heironeous or Malfeiya. I don't know why I feel so confident in Malfeiya or Heironious in being honest, but needless to say I'm determined to follow through with this potentially catastrophic decision.

I first went back to the blacksmith to pick up Raæin's barding. My gut twisted as Billy presented me with the barding. From the quality he gave me and the protection it'll provide the Unicorn, it was at a bargain price. I could scarcely believe I only had to pay a tenth of the cost I would have thought it'd be. I then went to Burne and Rufus and was able to get more items from them (though I might be the cause why this town burns down unintentionally. Burne mentioned how he was going to experiment on making Shrouds of Disintegration after I inquired of his wares about them...). The general grocers had everything I needed except Health Potions. Apparently those potions didn’t work on the people in town. Only natural healing via the Clerics and Druids worked. Once done shopping I went to find Raæin and saw he wasn’t in the stables. I figured he was off in the woods since Brier was in there and he probably wanted his space.

I then went into the Inn and saw Rekka and Isaac still about, though they looked like they were about to go. Seeing them there, and with the conversation I had with Barrok that morning, I wanted to counsel with them. They were the only other two I felt had a developed relationship with the blacksmith. When I asked them for an audience, they obliged me and we went to my room to talk. Once settled in the room I looked at each of them, took a deep breath because I knew I was about to give a winded speech.

“So, I went back to the blacksmith to get Raæin’s barding. While there I asked Barrok some more questions that I thought he would know the answers to. This is pretty much what I got.

“Heironious isn't as... holy? Great? True? as I thought him to be. I asked him why was it Heironious didn't Exalt those who died that were good considering the mark had no power. Barrok said, ‘The mark used by Erythnul to mark his followers never barred any of them from being exalted. Highroneous just didn't want them. Admitting to his faithful that they had been killing their loved ones for no good reason seemed too painful, and so he allowed them to continue believing that they were saving their loved ones by killing them...and then Heironeous couldn't claim those souls because that would expose his failure to tell his followers the truth, and so he gave them to Erythnul.’

“This confused me a bit, so I asked, ‘Why would he have allowed it for so long? Surely he knew from the start right? Or shortly after? ...but- why did he allow Malfeiya then?’ Barrok seemed unphased by the thought and said, ‘Why indeed...if he knew from the start, why would he allow the lie to continue? Why would he allow his so-called enemy to claim so many souls, growing more and more powerful? It's almost as though they had planned this all from the beginning...and if that's the case, what role did Malfeiya play? The woman who supposedly killed Erythnul, and then allowed into Celestia...’

“It came across to me as though he was confused about the whole thing too. I tried one last question, trying to see if he knew what was happening with Erythnul and Heironious and if he knew about the girl involved expressing my concern that the girl might be my sister Meryth. Instead I am dismissed with Barrok saying, ‘I have told you all I can. I'm sorry you didn't understand more of it.’ I tell this to you because it would seem Barrok knows more of what's happening, but I feel he's withholding information. Did you two learn anything from your conversations with him? I assume you two have chatted with him... I’m just trying to understand better because right now Heironious seems so... not Heironious. I can't explain it. Like he's a regular person when he's a God who's suppose to know all and be perfect right?” I took in a few breaths, feeling the frustration from that mornings conversation creeping back in. I had hoped Barrok would have had more concise answers. It truly felt as though he wasn’t telling me everything.

Isaac looked at Rekka who stood still, both seeming nervous to speak. In all honesty, I knew I hadn’t really given them a reason to trust disclosing information with me, I’ll admit... I get pretty heated about things that jeopardizes everything I thought I knew to be right and good or challenges my character... but in that moment I knew I needed to learn more and I hoped that that one time they’d  freely give of whatever they had learned... I figured I could keep my composure that one time.

Rekka, being as bold as she was, ventured to speak first, “You call them Gods, Araja, but I've heard stories that these so call ‘Deities’ were once here in the mortal plain like you and me. They became so powerful that people around them called them Gods. That's why I don't believe in them. Like they’re there, but when you really think about it they’re nothing more than you and I, just strong in their magics.”

“Yeah,” I said, trailing off. That's exactly how I felt about Heironious. He was like any body else who's mind and perspective could change on a whim, “I just can't help but feel let down. At least I think I'm no longer concerned with the Gods... I just need to figure out why I heard my sister scream. If she's alive, I'm going to save her, if i can.” In all honesty, if she was involved, I doubt I could do anything because there were 2 deities involved.

“Hey, I’m glad you’re coming to your senses. You’re getting off the Deities and I'm getting on. At least you’re not responsible for fixing their mistakes, whatever that might entail for me,” the last sentence being said more to herself before she pressed on, “You mentioned hearing your sister. Did you meant right now or at Podunk?”

Though I heard her question, I wasn’t about to let it slide what I had heard her say moments before, “You're to fix their mistakes?” I questioned. Rekka kind of looked at me, her mouth showing that she was uncertain what to say. I then mused on, “I'm curious to hear more if you know anything. Maybe that'll be my cause now. To help you while figuring out what's going on with my sister. I'm still hung up on when I heard her back at Podunk with the explosion and all... part of me still feels that there's a chance that it's a ruse to get me emotionally involved, Heironious knows how much I loved her... but there was the third party who’s a female, as we know, working with Erythnul and Heironious. Question is, is it her, a Billy version of her, or someone else?”

“For that very reason...and I can't believe I'm going to tell you my plans, we need find historical documents that go way back.”

“Any era in particular?” I asked feeling some new found purpose swelling in me.

Rekka let out a sigh, seeming conflicted about letting me help her or not. After a moment she went on, “From the information we've gathered so far from the different sources, it would seem this goes back way before your time. At least whatever part I have to play. but the only thing I need to know that is from your time is what happened after your death. In other words I would like to know what Malfeiya..." suddenly Rekka stopped talking. Her mouth hung open as her brow furrowed, “I can’t believe I didn’t see this before! The key has to be Malfeiya herself! She’s claimed by BOTH!”

It was like a light being turned on at the realization of who the 3rd party was to the two Deities... That vile girl Malfeiya! Of course! How was it I didn’t see that coming!? I was so caught up on having heard my sister's scream to which I was blinded by who it really was!

“Maybe my sister is safe after all! It would make sense why Erythnul and Heironious are working together. Suppose they have an equal claim on Malfeiya her being marked and Exalted... yet, wouldn't they have just fought over who got her versus work together? Then again, she was strong enough to remove the marks of Erythnul... I dunno. It just seems so strange that those three are all in co-hoots with one another. What could they gain from it?”

“Like I know. And if I did we surely wouldn’t be sitting around here discussing it,” Rekka retorted.

“Well one thing's for sure is we should learn some more about Malfeiya. I don’t recall her ever being... evil, but what’s going on surely can’t be good.”

“That and other things. We need to definitely learn more about Malfeiya. We also should learn about the Elves, particularly in response to the ruins, see if soultrapping has happened in the past on the scale we’re experiencing, and see what else we can find on the Dwarven history,” Rekka listed, “You know, we’ve been the ones doing all the talking. I’d like to hear what Isaac has to say to any of this.”

We looked at Isaac who seemed to have been following the conversation. He furrowed his brow seeing that we were waiting for his opinion

“Well, what I know will not be pleasant, I can promise you that Araja,” a bit of nervousness welled up inside me at the notion, “I've heard from both Barrok and St. Cuthbert recently.b To be honest, I do not trust them, but what they have said makes sense with what we know so far.

“Barrok explained to me that ‘Gods and devils are not so black and white as they would have us mortals believe. We're- that is to say, they are much more like people than you give them credit for. People change their minds, change their ways, so can a God or devil.’” Isaac said.

“Yeah I got that,” I said.

“Well, Barrok was trying to break gently to you is that Malfeiya is manipulating both Heironeous and Erythnul. She seduced them separately, and stole their affections. After that she began to manipulate them, getting them to think they're working together and each thinks it's his own doing when in reality it's some woman pulling all the strings. What do they have to gain from it? Heironeous and Erythnul have Malfeiya to gain, and she stands to gain deific power. According to Barrok, she is working to combine the three of them into a single being, and eventually the entire pantheon.”

Isaac stoppd for a moment, swallowing before continuing, “If this is true, and if you did truly hear your sister scream back at Podunk,” he paused, hesitant about what he was disclosing with me, “then I find it likely that Malfeiya is actually your sister.” I became rigged as Isaac tried to continue to speak. Whatever he said, I didn't hear. I was gone. Any promise made to keep my cool was long forgotten about as the anger overcame me. The very notion he was making against my sister infuriated me to no end. I took one step toward his small frame and with all my might pushed him back into the wall, knocking him hard enough that whom ever was next door gave startled soud.

“THAT’S MY SISTER YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!” I shouted at him. I don’t know if he shrunk under my rage or if my anger triggered my ciclet on accident and grew a little. Too bad my black wings didn’t sprout for more effect. Isaac just stared back at me seeming unphased by my response and firm in what he had said. I backed up from him before jestering at him as I continued, "You can't be serious? You can't! My sister Malfeiya!? She was a healer! Not a sorceress! She was newly 12 when she died and the thought of her doing such a thing as seducing two Gods is sick to think about Isaac!"

“I've only stated the facts as I know them Araja! Do you have a better explanation as to why you thought that was your sister's scream back in Podunk?!” Isaac spat back at me. I glared at him ready to kick his small frame around some more as he persisted on my sister being Malfeiya.

“Healers have often been called sorceresses, or even witches, especially in the distant past,” Isaac persisted, “And maybe she came to be called ‘Malfeiya’ once she gained the favor, and power, of the deities. Who knows how many years since the time you died, she had plenty of time to grow up. Or not... the Gods can be sick like that.”

I balled my fists up tight getting ready to strike. In that moment was when I remembered how out of control I was. I suppose I kept some control because I certainly didn’t harm Isaac other than throwing him into a wall... but needless to say I was quite embarrassed. I had promised to keep my cool no matter what I had heard.

I really need to get a grip on my anger...

"I'm sorry,” I barely whispered, fighting the tears that were trying to emerge. That was most frustrating. I wanted to be all stoic but my emotions always got the better of me. I bit my lip for a moment. Thankfully Isaac and Rekka gave me some time to breathe and calm down.

“I suppose nothing is known yet, but it would be a good idea to see if we can find out when Malfeiya was born since that may give way to whether or not your theory is right Isaac,” I said cooly, not meeting Isaac's eyes.

“Considering the little we know and that we only have ‘theories’, I’ll tell you what I learned from St. Cuthbert about the mark-” Isaac began before I cut him off.

“That it has no power whatsoever? Learned that from Billy and Barrok like I said earlier.”

“Yes well, St. Cuthbert says the brand is seemingly meaningless, as far as we know, but when those who are branded die they become monsters. Billy was an early incarnation of these beasts,” Isaac continued. He paused for a moment, “Now that I think about St. Cuthbert mentioned something about the water, which could very well tie in to what you were saying about Raæin the other day. St. Cuthbert has enchanted the river that flows through this town to mask the presence of magic over time, no matter how strong. The effects are not permanent to living creatures, but he did not mention what the effects are to items or permanent spells. He mentioned that if we drink it the effects might help mask our true identities, but I personally don't trust that.”

My stomach twists a bit at the information. I like the idea of the water being able to conceal me, but how Isaac said he didn’t trust St. Cuthbert made it seem like the water was poisoned.

“Suppose we experiment with it?”I suggested. Isaac pulled out a water skin and shook it. Sloshing sounded from it and I could only assume he had collected some to experiment with. I mainly was curious to see how long the effects lasted and to see if my invisible sight still worked. If my sight was unaffected then awesome, otherwise that would be disappointing not being able to catch people sneaking up on me while invisible.

“Hey Isaac, what's the deal with the map? You know the whole name thing? Don't think I didn't notice it," Rekka suddenly piped in. I looked at Isaac. I, too, was curious about the names that were listed before his. There was something about being a High Priest and Enslaver, but I was getting too emotional about stuff at the time to  remember.

Isaac shifted uncomfortably under the questions about his name on the map. I had to wonder if this pertained to his brand and wondered if he did know more about his past life than he lead on.

“The thing is that I don't know much more than you do,” Isaac began, “And most of what I do know is rumor or on the word of Deities that would say anything to bend me to their cause. However...I guess I do owe some kind of explanation.” Isaac flexed his jaw and pierced his lips before continuing, “I am unsure of what ‘Enslaver-Of-Nations’ might refer to, unless it speaks of my skill of the undead. May refers to the role I played in my previous life.

“I do not know why my true name is a blank. I imagine that it is due to the process that changed me to this,” he motioned at his horns, which had grown larger in the time I had traveled with him, “As far as for the title of High Priest... from what I've gathered so far, in my previous life I was the one who invented the method for creating creatures like Billy... Yeah, I was the one who did whatever was done to that cave next to Podunk. If you haven't figured out what that high priest title might mean by looking at it carefully, then I won't explain it further. I will warn you that the name is dangerous to speak where others can hear. There are powers in this world and the next that would have me create an unstoppable army for them, and they would know the meaning of this name. I thought crossing the ocean would-” Isaac stopped suddenly.

“”Cross the ocean from where?” I pressed. Isaac seeming irritated that he spoke too much, shook his head.

“Look, it isn't important. The past is dead. I'm not the man I was before, and I wish people would figure that out. If the Gods keep digging then they might not like what they find,” Isaac snapped. He seemed pretty bitter yet quite protective of whatever his ugly past might have been.

"Hmm and you're behind the soultrapped creatures... to bad you don't remember how you did that. Maybe you'd be able to undo your work,” I mused, half hoping he’d continue on.

“I've already undone one, but I do not think I would fare as well against the untold legion that has been created since my... departure from their ranks,” Isaac said plainly. We all stood in silence for a moment. One could almost hear how busy our heads where with the information disclosed to us from Isaac. Then in an exasperated whisper Rekka spoke.

“Wow...So I'm fixing all that. Great.”

“Whoever said you are supposed to 'Fix' anything, Rekka? If anyone were to, I would think that would be my job,” Isaac responded. Rekka straightened to her full height.

“Go right ahead,” she clipped out. The energy between the two suddenly made me feel uneasy, yet I thought it daft if they truly were debating who was to fix this ‘mess’ the God’s had made.

“Despite whoever is responsible for fixing it, I know I couldn't ignore this without good conscience. If anything I'll be here until this thing is fixed or else killed in the process... and the later sounding almost desirable considering what we're up against...” I said. Once again silence fell upon us. Considering the daunting task that was before us, it would appear that we had a lot to think about and optimize a clear cut strategy to go about it.

“I’m gonna head out and do some shopping since I have nothing more to add,” Rekka announced.

“Oh, Rekka, here,” I said pulling out a dagger I had gotten from Billy earlier, “the dagger deals elemental damage. Dunno how much, but that’s what Billy gave me when I asked for a dagger to replace the one I destroyed on the ooze,” Rekka took the dagger but before she could leave I also added, "Burne and Rufus seem to have a decent supply of magic items. They have a decent stock, I'd suggest checking them out.”

“Ok, thanks,” Rekka said and continued out the door, holding the wall as a guide.

“I’ll head out too. Need to work more on identifying all those items I won...” Isaac said, seeming annoyed by the tediousness of his unidentified winnings. After he left, I went about journaling, eating, and just lounging about. It wasn’t until mid evening that I figured I best go back out and check on Raæin, to see if he had returned. Interestingly enough, he still wasn’t there. Nor was Brier, but maybe Cortanna was out with her or something since I hadn’t seen her yet. I figured I’d check for Raæin in the morning since he seemed to be enjoying his time. If he wasn't by then, then I'll let loose my underlying worry.

By the time I’m getting ready for bed, everyone, except Rekka, had returned. Isaac said she’d be out for the night. Wouldn’t say why other than we need not to worry about her. We conversed about the day, Isaac and I purposely leaving out our conversation that we had with Rekka earlier. At some point we’ll need to get everyone on the same page, but I figured once we have a solid game plan that’ll be the time we fill the rest in.

Isaac also reminded us that tomorrow was the day we were to go to the evil temple in Nulb, He was going to wish for Y’dey in front off all the town Elders. That way it could be made known if she was good or evil, him suspecting the later.

Anyways, like I said at the beginning of this entry, I need to have a talk with Malfeiya and Heironeous. I especially need to find out who Malfeiya is for I hate the idea of her being my sister. It can’t be her for it would be the absolute opposite of who I knew my sister to be. I really hate Isaac for even suggesting that.

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Day 65: Happy Birthday Dear Sister

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Baer 4th, 4288: 65 Days in the mortal realm

First off I want to say in here, Happy Birthday Meryth. If you were alive with me, you’d be... 282 years old. We were almost exactly 8 years apart. On the 35th of this month I’ll be turning 291... It’s hard to believe I was born nearly 3 centuries ago back in 3997... not much has changed here in the mortal realm other than a higher population of Humans and more incredible inventions like my circlet. I suppose nothing much has changed with me either...

Anyways, woke up this morning ready to get things done. I wasn’t as tired as yesterday, so here was hoping I’d be able to get more done. First I freshened up and put on my dress. I then went down stairs and got a bite to eat. I'm certain my lack of eating was what caused my sudden feeling of illness.

I then went out to Raæin. He was amused by the idea that we were looking for a chicken. We strolled through Hommlet on our way to the forest edge. It all looked familiar from yesterday, but for those on the street, I was a new face since I hadn’t walked around as myself yet. Then again, no one except my party, knew my true self. How I love looking and feeling like I did before ever dying... yet I must confess, not having the wings constantly on my back was missed since I spent well over two centuries with wings. I couldn’t help but reflect on how nice it was to have flown when attacking the bats or when we fled Podunk and traveled to Cortanna’s home town. Yet at the same time, how refreshing to not be such a target of looks since Sardik.

Anyways, my thoughts quickly turned to that of Meryth. I found some flowers as we entered the woods Southeast of Burne’s and Rufus’s tower. I strung them into two crowns; one for me and one for Meryth. It was a tradition after our parents died of the Boqor plague that swept across this realm in 4012. They had passed away the day before Meryths birthday. It was my attempt at making Meryth feel special. Little did I know that that same day Meryth would prove to be more special than I had imagined. She was a Savant Healer. Meryth saved my life and those who were ill with the Boqor. She described it as... ‘I just knew what it was and knew I could cure it.’

Still can’t believe she’d be one to fall prey to the mark...

“Araja, what's on your mind?” Raæin asked. I smiled realizing how lost I had become in my thoughts.

“Oh, just pondering on my sister,” I confessed, “It be her birthday today. And here I have it, my crown of flowers and one for her... though she won’t be wearing it...” I trailed off since it seemed like a subject that only had meaning to me. Raæin kindly didn’t ask more about Meryth and so we continued through the woods.

We walked near some of the rivers in our search for statues. I thought about crossing over one but Raæin did not look the least bit happy about it.

“What’s wrong Raæin? You look like a cat about to get a bath,” I teased. Raæin gave a snort at me.

“I... I feel as though this water is bad. Something about it just makes me feel very uneasy. We’d be best to keep searching on this side of the river,” Raæin said. I gave him a questioning look but he didn’t see it as he lead the way from the river. Maybe he was hydrophobic. Perhaps a past fear that he can’t remember but instinctually dreads.

It turned out to be a good idea that we continued to search the area we were in, for an hour later from the time we spent near the river, we found some statue like animals. It was quite curious to see these animals all frozen, but if Burne was right, Henny was near. About as soon as I had fathomed that thought there was a clucking sound from behind me. I froze and surprisingly gave a little thanks to Heironious that I didn’t accidentally look at the creature.

“Raæin," I whispered, "I don’t know how well you do with animals, but if we need to make a quick escape, can I get a ride?” I asked. Raæin gave a nod of his head. I then placed my hand on him and closed my eyes. I wanted to make sure the ‘chicken’ didn’t try and make sudden eye contact with me.

“Henny, Burne’s looking for you. Stay put and he’ll come get you,” I said in what I hope was a calm voice considering my adrenalin was going. I felt a gentle scratching at my leg. Somehow I managed to not jump and pushed past my nerves, calmly walking away, Raæin leading me toward the village.

Before entering the town, I remembered I wanted to switch out to my blonde elf disguise, but if Raæin was with me... I was pretty sure that would be a dead give away later on... I suddenly felt stupid about the request I was going to ask Raæin.

“Hey Raæin, I need to go see Burne and Rufus alone. I’ve been using a disguise in the attempts to not draw a lot of attention to myself as I purchase big items. I do want to meet back up again to go get some barding for you, so would you like to stay in the woods?” I asked, hoping I didn’t come off too insensitive.

“You’d want me to stay out here with the beast?” Raæin questioned.

“Uh, no. Not in these parts of the woods I suppose. Sorry I didn’t mean to make it sounded like I suggest you stay with the chicken... I definitely wouldn’t want you to turn to stone. Or you could go back to the stables if you’d prefer-”

“The stables would be preferable. I don’t have any desire to be in woods that aren’t my own, though not that I know where those woods would be...” Raæin trailed off. We then continued on in silence. I hoped he wasn’t offended by my suggestion...

Before leaving the woods, I switched back into my blonde elf disguise. Raæin and I then parted ways, I reminding him I'd meet up with him soon. It didn’t take me long to find the bustling, forming tower, nor to spot Burne and Rufus standing about overseeing the work. I walked right up to them, a smile on my face, but didn’t get a chance to say anything before Burne spoke.

“Oh, you didn’t need to bring Henny all the way back with you,” he said bending down to pick up a chicken. I looked at Henny surprised she was there and that she actually was a chicken. I suspected she'd had been a cockatrice.

“I hadn’t realized she followed me,” I responded.

“Here,” Burne said to me handing out a golden chain with tiny charms attached to it, “a thank you for finding Henny. If there’s anything else you need, I’d say come back tomorrow. I’ll need today to prep my store,” he informed me. I gave a small curtsy and thanked him for the gift.

The gift was something I had been interested in getting, but had been hesitant about. It was a very risky item to have, especially considering what my luck with fire has been over the past month. This item could very well take me and a small town out with a bang... The necklace, well golden chain, had charms that contained the fireball spell. If I tossed one on the ground, a fireball would trigger. However if I am hit with fire, the fire could very well trigger all of the charms. There was roughly 10 charms, each varying in size. I knew I had to be very careful with them. I quickly placed them in my havardsack so that they would be better protected.

Before walking away I had a humoring thought in my head. I figured considering the gift he gave me and the disarray that has become of the tower that possibly the charm necklace was the experiment Burne was working on and one of them lit off.

“Was this the experiment that went ary?" I asked. Burne let out a chuckle at the notion.

“No, the cook found one of Henny's eggs and tried to cook with it. Foolish girl. She's lucky to have survived,” Burne said.  Rufus then began on another story that seemed to stem from the cook cooking the wrong egg. At this I made my leave knowing I had given my thanks and there was nothing more these two could provide me with until tomorrow.

I then met back up with Raæin in my normal look. We went to the blacksmith and as we walked in I could hear two guys laughing. Once in, it looked like a son and father partnership. They were having a great laugh about something.The father caught sight of me and through the smoke, directed the boy over to speak to me. His face is covered in ash and sweat and he gave a smile while shaking my hand.

"What can we do for you?" He asked. I looked at the welcoming boy closely. There was something familiar about him. Why did he look familiar though? I certainly haven’t met many people outside of the party since being back in this mortal realm.

"Hi, I was curious if I might be able to purchase or put in an order for barding. I would prefer it to be made of mythril, but whatever your finest and lightest materials might be would do fine as well. Is that something you can do for me?" I asked, trying to be specific without sounding too terribly demanding.

The boy nodded. "We can make just about anything, so long as we have the materials. Is that the beast you'd like fitted with Barding?" the boy asked pointing toward Raæin. I nodded to confirm. "Also,” the boy added, “mithril is a bit rare, the expense will be a bit high. Are there any properties you'd like the barding to have?”

I really wanted to get a nice bit of barding for Raæin but I wanted to make sure I even had enough on me to afford it. We discussed prices and I inquired about fortifying the barding with resistances. The buy was uncertain about the pricing of magically enhancing the barding and pointed toward the man in the back, whose name was Barrok.

"Barrok," I addressed the man, "would you happen to know how much damage reduction and fire resistance would add to total cost on barding?"

Barrok put down his tools and the chain he was working on. He grabbed a rag and wiped at his hands then walked a bit closer to where I was with his son.

“Fire can be tricky. If you want just some basic warding, it's rather inexpensive. However if you' looking for near immunity that'll be a pretty penny to say the least. The same kind of idea for damage reduction,” the blacksmith informed me kindly though he looked a little tired of all my questions of price.

I felt nervous. I really wanted to get the best, but I was certain the best was way above the wealth I had on hand.

“Raæin,” I asked him in Sylvan, “damage reduction, fire resistance or both?"

“Anything to help me forget about the fires of hell would be preferred,” his deep voice answered. I bit my lip. I had to make the choice. I looked back at the boy and once more the thought of I know him came over me.

“Okay, so... what’s your name?” I said, realizing I hadn’t learned the boy’s name. I figured this would help me figure out if I truly did know the boy or not. He looked at me, hesitating while eyeing me with a sense of mischievousness.

"Funny," He spoke, "that you never really cared much about that when you first met me. Of course, I figure now's not that different. If I were as scarred now as I was then, you'd probably still want to kill me. You simply refuse to see beyond the superficial," he said matter-of-factly. He then went back to the forge and called out, “Your barding will be ready in the morning.”

I stood completely dumbfounded. It couldn’t be! But it was! Who else would say such words to me?

“Would you like anything else?” he asked.

Scared about what I was about to say, what I was about to admit was real, I uttered slowly and doubtfully, “Billy?”

"It's not polite to ignore a question when one is put to you so plainly." Barrok snapped. It was firm without malice, like a parent correcting a child’s impoliteness, "Is there anything else you'd like us to forge for you?"

Feeling a bit embarrassed and yet annoyed that my answers weren’t being answered so straightforwardly said, “Um sorry, no.," I then looked around the shop, making sure it was clear before directing my next set of questions at Billy, "But please, are you Billy? Because if you are, I just need to know. Are you free? Free from what I believe to be a cursed mark?”

Billy’s eyes hooded over slightly at the mention of the mark. “I was never beholden to any 'mark',” he said, “I was simply the result of simultaneous raise dead and resurrection spells, one cast by a god, the other cast by a devil. The result was an undead body with a living soul trapped within. The scars on my flesh were merely superficial, much like how a wizard may magically inscribe their own insignia onto a book, but that insignia has no other purpose or function."

"No one you've ever met has been 'marked' as you've been taught,” Barrok jumped in before I could finish processing the information that was being given to me, “It was just one more way for the Devil Erythnul to win followers and get his enemies to kill one another. Everyone ever killed for being marked, was just a normal person who happened to have a devil's symbol scratched into their skin. Some were bad, sure, but most were murdered by misguided fools.”

That last part stung the most. I was misguided... I killed my innocent sister... Heironious comforted me!? I could feel my chest tighten as the ugliness of the past became clearer. I knew I had to go. If there was anything that gave me comfort from this meeting was knowing Billy was alive, though he never actually said ‘yes’ to me. I put a slight smile on my face for I was appreciative of the information.

"Thank you for explaining that to me, that was very helpful. I'll be back in the morning," I said, somewhat rushed. I then made eye contact with Billy and the joy knowing he wasn’t captive anymore overwhelmed me. "It's good to see you again,” I said, withholding his name since part of me felt like saying it aloud again would make him disappear, “I'm glad you're no longer trapped in that body," With that I quickly turned on my heels and headed off with Raæin back to the Inn.

"Say hi to Rekka for me," I heard Billy call after me.

Oh I’ll be sure to tell her alright, I thought to myself as I left the blacksmith. I couldn’t deny the excitement I had at the thought of telling Rekka about Billy. It felt like a weight had been lifted off of me knowing the mark wasn’t as evil or awful as I thought it was… yet in that same instance how sick it made me. I wanted to scream and shout! Why Heironious!? Why would you let such a thing happen? Why didn’t you stop us right away? Why!? Why did you lie to me after my sister’s death!?

As I felt myself loose control, I knew in that moment it would be wise to calm down and carefully ponder the rest of the day about what I had learned. I would be returning in the morning for the barding and that would be an excellent opportunity to ask a few more questions.

I hung out with Raæin for a bit before going in for lunch. As I walked in, I could see Rekka sitting at a table by herself. I quickly went to her, excited about the news I had for her… though part of me was surprised at how thrilled I was considering 4 days prior…

“Hey Rekka,” I said. She didn’t look in my direction. At first I thought she was playing up the blind girl very well. Then I noted her bandages looked filthy again considering she had just gotten knew clothe yesterday.

“Hey,” she responded.

“You know, you ought to go check out the blacksmith,” I insisted. She barely turned in my direction.

“So let’s see… what did you think about that guy Simon? And Peter? Oh and how’s your sister?” Rekka said. I looked at her confused by her response.

“Simon?” I began to say. Then it hit me. My passwords! “Hate the guy, hate him too and dead.”

“Already been there then. Learn anything interesting?” came her reply. My excitement for being the bearer of great news to her were dashed. Apparently she had work that needed to be done there and she happened to beat me.

“Then why did Bil- er, why did he tell me to say hi to you,” I muttered to myself. I then shook my head to shake of the curious thought, “Nevermind that. Well, I'm glad you know he's... alive a guess. They informed me more on the mark. It's still quite a bit to take in. I have some questions I plan on asking tomorrow morning when I go back for Raæin's barding,” I answered.

“Yeah,” she said before saying something I couldn’t understand, “doesn't it? The,” once more unintelligible language, “mark don't mean much.” It looked as though she had received the same kind of knowledge too. I then watch Rekka reach for a cup of water in front of her. She nearly knocked it over and part of me thought she was overacting her blindness while the other part of me was concerned.

“Yep,” I began. I then dropped my voice to a whisper to hopefully not attract any ears, “It was bad enough to think Hei- er, Simon was playing favorites and just being unjust, but... why would he have let us kill so many people, especially those who were innocent? It's sick to think about. If it was known to the God's how mislead we were, why didn't He intervene?” I vented. It wasn't like Rekka was from my era in time. nearly 3 centuries had past.

Then on a more serious note asked, “Are you okay? Your bandages look filthy again.”

“Do they?” Rekka asked innocently, “I can't see them. Can’t see anything for that matter,” Rekka admitted. I watched as she shifted uncomfortably in her chair, as though she could sense I was looking at her with concern, “As to Simon, it just might be that there was nothing he could do about it. You know that those beings you call Gods, they can't come down all willy-nilly and solve everyone's problems. Even they have rules, though they themselves made them, that they can't or won't break. Or at least that's what Bard's stories always say don't they?”

"I understand they have certain rules, but... it just seemed we were very much misguided to which good people were killing good people because they were marked. Besides, certain rules they have to keep?” I scoffed under my breath at the thought, “It just pisses me of to think Simon came down to comfort me when I k-” I almost slipped kill out but thought better of it, “Why comfort me when my sister died? Let alone why did he break his rule about no marked beings in the Kingdom for that other girl who was marked? Like my sister? Either way. The Simon I thought I knew obviously isn't who I thought he was. I guess if anything, I would like to hear what he has to say. But like that'll happen. I can only hope in the morning the blacksmith might be able to answer some more of my questions..." I vented more. I looked at Rekka once more feeling sorry for her and yet feeling weary from the disappointment I was feeling.

“If you want to see Simon again we could just go back to that Portal. You'll be able to find him in no time. You could just walk right up to him," Rekka said, a mix of seriousness and sarcasm in her tone. We sat for a moment in silence. It was pointless for me to vent to her considering our age difference. I admired her indifference toward the Gods, but I felt very disconnected with her.

“So, you can’t see anything you say?” I asked changing the subject, “Do you know why that is?” Rekka leaned in close to me before lowering her bandages. Her eyes looked burned and when she opened them there was nothing in them. Not even the marks. They just looked burned.

"It's the same as always, a whole lot of nothing. But don't worry. It’ll be harder to find me now. Father is helping in out. He's got a plan, at least that's what he told me."

"Father?” I jumped in, “And you've been found? Like, found by your Father? Or... is it the blacksmith?" I was intrigued and curious. How was it Barrok was her father? That was a very interesting thought. Maybe she just found out? But why did she say it’ll be harder to find her now? She was already a master of hiding, was that really a concern of hers being found?

“I don't have a clue about...oh... Father said it was easier to be scryed with the last attempt to fix my eyes. Don't have a clue if anything came of it. My father and the Blacksmith are two different people, they have nothing to do with each other,” Rekka paused, her lips pulling together as she thought, “Araja, are you feeling alright. maybe this is too much for you.” I jerked my head back and furrowed my brows. Too much for me? I thought.

“I'm fine,” I said, “It is a lot of information to process today. But back to what you just said, you had an attempt made to restore your eyes? But now that’s been fixed?” I asked.

“Yes, in the means that they were removed and new ones are being made,” Rekka clarified.

“So will this mean that scrying you will be more difficult now? Must say, it's no fun feeling like people are keeping an eye on you- not to be rude- or deities for that matter.”

“No idea,” Rekka said, once more shifting her weight in her chair as though the topic was unpleasant, “So other than all this ‘enlightenment’ and newly found insight, what else have you been doing? Did you get that chicken?” Caught off guard by her comment I gave a small chuckle, which surprised me a little.

“Yes," I said, "Um, she followed me all the way back even. I think she liked me. I only caught a glance of her. I could have sworn that thing would turn me to stone from looking at it, but I guess Burne was being truthful about her being tamed,” which reminded me that Rekka wanted to know what Burne and Rufus had to offer, “He told me he'd be ready for any business I might have tomorrow, so I still don't know what magic items he has. You could come with me in the morning if you'd like."

"I might glance over his wears..." she said, letting out a little chuckled herself.

There was something about Rekka that made me hate her and yet really appreciate her at the same time. The hate came from the times her fiery temper got out and when she didn’t give a straight answer. Yet in the moment when we did talk how easy it is to like her. As I compare myself to her, shouldn’t I be the mentor? I’ve only lived a couple decades yet there I was  on the verge of another angsty melt down because what I thought to be true wasn’t... It was like nothing changed since I was last here in the mortal realm emotionally for me...

“I think I will venture on my own tomorrow,” Rekka said, breaking me from my thoughts, “See if I can at least get a feel for what he has, but that is tomorrow. Who knows what might happen from now til then with us.”

I decide to eat my meal with Rekka since the feeling between each other seemed friendly enough. After a few minutes of sitting and eating, I remembered Rekka was suppose to be going to Sardik with Isaac.

"Are you and Isaac gonna be leaving for Sardik still then?"

“I actually don't know. I haven't see- er, heard from him since this morning. he might have already left,” Rekka answered. I hoped he didn’t leave on his own. Knowing our group wasn’t in good standing with them, going alone probably would be a very bad idea.

“I suppose if we hang down here long enough we'll eventually I'll see or hear him if he's in town. Otherwise  it's to be assumed he's out of town or in trouble. I would bet on the first since that was what the plan was for you two,” I said.

Luckily neither of us had to wonder about what Isaac was up to. He came back a little while after my chat with Rekka. He explained that he had won an insane amount of magic items off of Elmo (that drunk who kissed Rekka). Elmo had been winning bets for years off of adventurers (something about going to the dwarven ruins and returning without dieing. If they aren’t back in a month he keeps the magic items they wagered).

Through the process leading up and after Isaac winning those items, he had conversed with the Druid Jaroo. The Druid, knowing about the Evil Temple in Nulb and having had Isaac fill him on what the Cleric of St. Cuthbert had said to Gideon, suggested that we have a town meeting with the town elders. That way everyone would be aware of what our party’s task was. I said I’d go and he asked if I would keep quiet. I rolled my eyes. ‘Tis my plan I thought to myself. I told everyone real quick too that I was basically over the God’s because seeing how ordinary they were to us, it just seemed stupid to put them up on a pedestal. Let alone the one I had worshipped with all my heart was nothing but a liar and corrupted.

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We arrived at the town hall by 8pm for the meeting. With my eyes trying to pay attention on the reactions of people around as Isaac and the City Elders conversed I got about this much from it:

The cities spies saw the previous Head Cleric for the chapel of St.. Cuthbert (Y'dey) going toward Nulb. She never returned. It was also known that she had hired the adventurers that we saved in the Dwarven ruins to do some 'searching' for her in the ruins of Nulb, and that they were given a map. The Counsel feared Y'dey has fallen to Evil and suspected that she was attempting to rebuild the cult of elemental evil. The other Adventurers left town a few days ago (all had been resurrected), but our best chance of stopping the cult would be to find the Adventurers, get the map, and see what Y'dey was planning.

The meeting was then dismissed and everyone went home. It was refreshing to have an orderly meeting. No riots, no outburst and best of all no one was killed or made a lycanthrope. So we all returned back to the Inn. The plan was to wait until Baer 6th before going to the temple which I was thrilled since I had the barding to get for Raæin tomorrow… Shoot! I didn't confirm what was to be made nor settled on a price! How much would that piece of work cost me…

All things considered, this was an interesting day. It was on Meryth’s birthday that I found Billy lives free from the mark, that the mark really means nothing, and that Heironeous... is no better than me other than being ridiculously powerful.

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