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Tales from the Slaughterhouse Six


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Journal of Corran Solace, Half-Elf Avenger (multi-classes into Asshole Batman)

 

The days ebb onward... I can't remember how long it has been since I have left my southron home. Though of late it seems as though the world is growing more strange. I remember standing amongst the carnage of a battlefield, my companions near decimated and the enemy no better. It had been long. It had been bloody. Whole fields lay slick with blood. Then, nothing...

 

I can hardly recall how we got here. More importantly, who these people are that seemed to have been summoned by the Khan as well. First, there is the Goblin, Savol, I think. Where I come from goblins are little more than pests and this one has yet to change my mind. Though, I must admit I was quite amused when it took coin and contract from some pretentious man. I can't say how long his charade of playing leader will last though. By Amoth's will, I hope it's before my patience wears thin. He was undeserving of it anyway. Though since I've mentioned the contract I should address that next. We seem to have "acquired" a minotaur, one who calls himself Darph. He seems quite capable, having stood beside me on the front lines as we avenged the caravaneers. May Amoth let their spirits rest now that their enemies have been punished. Next, the storm mage... He seems to think little. Strange for one who dabbles in something as treacherous a magic. I can not say I am surprised though, mages are untrustworthy and toy with tools meant for gods, not men. Following the lightning wizard is a jester of sorts, Killian Stormwind I believe he is called. I am unsure how a bard can aid the Khan other than for amusement yet, he seems to have a fair enough head on his shoulders. Time will tell whether or not his companionship is a burden. Finally, the other half-elf, Raylas... I have never met another half-blood like myself, not in all of my travels. He is a battle priest. Certainly a man who deserves my respect. I know little else about him, though he and I seem to get along fair enough. 

 

In our short time having known each other we have parlayed with a Khan who seems to be having problems some sort of treachery amongst her people, a rebellion is the word I believe she used. We are to search out this rebellion and bring them to justice. I do not care for this Khan but, if this is for the good of her people, so be it. These travellers and I made the way to Brew's Haven. The tavern seemed to be light on faire, though it was early morn. Aside from the oaf who lost cards to the goblin, the gold guard of the Khan, and a bartender who saw fit to point us in a direction out of town, little seemed out of place here. Though the idiot of a sorcerer did certainly try to stir up trouble before leaving... Clever one, that one. We followed the road out of town and marched until dusk. Off in the distance the other half-blood and I spotted a fire. With caution we approached, only to find the charred corpses of unsuspecting prey. I could feel the sorrow in the air, and like air it fueled by divine fire. I could hear the screams of the dead here... We found their predators and we butchered them like the undeserving beast that they are. 

 

Then, all that was left of this day was the quiet and cold...

 

With that, I leave you. It seems as those some of my new companions are gathering round the fire. It may be best that I join them. For better or worse, we are bound together because of this Khan.


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The journal of Rolen Duskwalker, date unknown, Bemexia Country

 

The day has been an interesting one. Granted it's only been a few hours since I last wrote a journal entry, a lot has happened in that short amount of time. We convened in a bar and began to plan our next move. I watched our goblin comrade Savol take the money of a drunken noble. I noticed that he seemed to be trying a bit too hard on some rounds where he lost, that and I could sense he was lying a few times in our interactions. He's a sly one. That was when I noticed Raylas, the sorcerer, stumble into the bar. I could have sworn he had been with us, but it appears he had gone off to do his own thing. Not sure how I feel about him. He doesn't seem very stable. It was after Savol's performance that I realized we had gotten a new party member. A big Minotaur by the name of Darph it seems has joined our rag tag group of adventurers. We filled him in as we left the town, headed for a town that is supposedly not friendly to the Khan.

 

On the road, I spent some time getting to know the other members of the party I had woken up with. Killian and Corran seem nice enough, though Corran, a half elf like I, seems to be more reserved and quite serious. The Minotaur seems like he's a stand up fellow as well, but the goblin seems intent on keeping him as some kind of hired goon. We'll see how long that lasts. The bonding and fellowship however did not last. We encountered a band of robbers on the road. We had tracked them intent on finding out if they had any captives that needed rescuing. Sadly, there did not seem to be anyone nearby that needed rescuing. We engaged in some quick combat, with Corran receiving a good number of blows from our foes. He's got guts, I'll give him that, but if that fight was anything to go off of he likes to write some checks his body can't cash. The rest of the party performed well, our wily goblin sniping with his sling, the Minotaur tearing through them like a brute, the sorcerer smiting his foes with lightning, the bard getting his fair share of licks in, and even Corran exacting some vengeance upon our foes. I wound up landing the last blow, poor lad looked like he was in over his head; in the end he really was.

 

Hopefully we'll be able to avoid more complications on the road to our destination. We've secured the old bandit camp, disposed of the bodies far enough away we won't smell the stink or attract any hostile wildlife. I guess we'll use the time to get to know each other some more, since it seems we'll be together for a good long while.


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The journal of Rolen Duskwalker, date unknown

The Horn Family Farmstead, Bemexia

 

We returned from our sortie into the woods only a few moments ago, so I decided to chronicle my experiences while they are still fresh in my mind. Seeing as I lost a fair amount of time before arriving in Bemexia, this might be the only way to keep things straight should it happen again. Also, I am now the proud parent of a wolf pup. I have named him Magnus.

 

In the last day or so, a lot has occurred. I remember getting a deep sleep last night, which considering all that has happened today I am grateful for it. I doubt I would have been able to handle all that we had to endure without it. 

 

We woke and traveled down the kingsroad to Zaphrain. The town is relatively unremarkable, but much smaller than the Khan’s capitol. My comrades and I established that the Mayor, an earnest man by the name of Matthias Tombs, is the one we should speak to in regard to our mission for the Khan. Savol, our goblin companion, led the way to speak with him. I am beginning to question if we should let him be the face of our party. Upon having something that may pass as a conversation in any thieve's den, we learned that a Halfling by the name of Silas is our best lead for revolutionary activity in this town.

 

I have come to know my party members pretty well over the last two days. I can say that the closest person I can count on as an ally would be the other half elf, Corran. From what I can tell, he is an honest man and of a similar moral code. The bard, Killian, he seems on the level as well and a handy one to have in a fight. The Minotaur, Darph, seems directionless; but from what I can understand he is bound to a contract held by Savol. Raylas, the other human, well he seemed to be on a downward spiral, losing his grip on reality not but an hour ago. He vanished into the woods, if he will return I do not know.  Wherever he is I know he’s a danger, that much is certain, but he is not the one I am wary of. I truly worry about Savol.

 

Savol, I do not know if I can trust him. His behavior seems to warrant my suspicion, as I caught him intimidating the mayor earlier. That and the way he dealt with Silas was hard to swallow. While I have renounced the moral austerity of the order, having learned that the world is not as black and white as the scriptures would like, I have to say the way we handled Silas was far from ideal. While I know a lot of his kind from my time in the Storm Legion, I know better than to generalize on race. I have met plenty of humans, elves, and dwarves in my travels that make those mountain goblins look like civil people. Savol, however, is as conniving as the mountain goblins, but not near as feral.  I assume half of what he says is a lie, that and he conspires with the Minotaur in goblin. This worries me some, but while Darph is Savol's hired muscle, that all could change if Darph wanted it to.  

 

Long story short, we have begun to talk to the people in an attempt to learn more about the revolution, starting with the Horn family. Turns out they have been plagued by wolves and an orcish beastmaster. That problem, thankfully, has been resolved. The larger threat of revolution though, still hangs heavy on this area, and our work is far from done. It was from this pack we have adopted wolf pups. Corran, Killian, Savol, and myself are all the new masters of these animals. Along with our new beast companions, a Tiefling has joined our party as well. He calls himself Feline, but I cannot help but wonder if that name is a pseudonym he plans to use around us since he does not trust us yet. 

 

On the topic of this revolution, I am not sure where my loyalties lie. I know our mission is to root out the revolution and destroy it, but blind allegiance to a cause has burned me before. I learned that from Horace and the rest of those shysters in the temple back in Stormvale. I will not be taken advantage of again, that much I can promise. However, this whole ordeal is too young for me to have strong feelings one way or another, so I will do my best to get my facts straight before choosing a side.


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This week, on the adventures of the Slaughterhouse Six:

The gang:

-got flattened by one of their party members that went insane

-found and befriended some wolf pups

-made some friends in and around the farming village of Zephrain

-one of them committed the most metal act imaginable (how many minotaurs do you know that took a hammer to his own horn?)

-took a caravan guard duty job that brings them a step closer to a new lead

-met a group of royal guards on their way to interrogate one of the gang's only contacts and convinced the guards to back down

-almost took to arms against each other

-leveled up

 

What a night.


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The journal of Rolen Duskwalker, date unknown

Enroute to Silverport, trade caravan

 

We have stopped to feed the animals on our way to Silverport, and I’ve decided that this would be an opportune time to work through some things that have come up since my last entry. I fear for the safety of myself and the group, for there appears to be a danger within our ranks. It seems as if one of us cannot be trusted; Savol, the goblin, appears to be working against us.

 

My suspicions as to his motives arose earlier this morning. We returned to town, intent on touching base with Silas, but he was nowhere to be found. We went to his home and saw that his house has somehow come ablaze. At the time I believed it was simply a case of careless home-ownership, but his reaction to our presence seemed to imply otherwise. He accused Savol of the deed, but Darph owned up to setting the fire. I believe there may be more to this, as he is still under contract to Savol. For the crime, Silas asked for one of Darph’s horns. Before any of us could object, he struck his own horn with his hammer, a painful experience I am sure, to settle the debt. After a brief tussle, we left Silas’ homestead with a new lead, but at what cost I wonder. I have to hand it to him, Darph’s got grit, no doubt about it. It should be noted that after this episode, he has since ended his contract with Savol.

 

After this incident, we decided to go about our business and have since joined up with a caravan headed to Silverport. This should have been the part where we continued on without incident, but it seemed that trouble was not done with us yet. On the road, we ran into a patrol of the Gunyin. They appeared to be going back to Zaphrain, their target apparently was Silas. This led me to believe that Savol had mentioned him into the box, a Ni-Ke box if my observations served correct, and that they were on their way to either arrest and or execute him. The Gunyin do not seem the merciful type. We confronted them, and in spite of his best efforts, Savol could not hide the box from us. His willingness to lie to the party has me troubled. I have come to understand that it is in his nature to lie, cheat, and steal. There was a time when I would have stood against this, but I have since learned that the world is not always honest. Corran, on the other hand, was intent upon slicing Savol in twain for his actions. It took all the wits I could muster to keep the two of them from coming to blows and getting Savol to surrender the box, but it was not without incident. He seemed to implicate all of us as traitors in front of the Gunyin, but they seemed to pay no mind. A stroke of luck, but I wonder when our luck might run out. The only thing I can think of doing to protect us is to learn the goblin's motives for myself, for he does seem to have a set that runs counter to the group. He appears to be exceedingly loyal to the Khan, more loyal than I would have expected having only met this woman a few days hence. It may have to do with the promise of wealth, but I have since learned to not count my gold before I see it with my own two eyes.

 

I figure I have filled this page with enough doom and gloom. I will end with something good that is worth remembering. I have begun teaching Magnus, my wolf pup, to obey my commands in elven. He now knows to sit, stay, and follow. I tried teaching him in dwarven, but the hard syllables and brutish nuances of the language seemed only to scare the poor pup. He seems to enjoy nipping at my cloak as we travel, normally he travels in my knapsack as his little legs are not used to covering such distance, but when I do let him lope along he seeks to play as all healthy pups do. I’ve since hewn a small portion of the bottom of my cloak off and knotted it like a rope for him to play with. He seems to enjoy it, the little scalawag.  He shall prove to be a good friend to me and the group. I aim to keep him safe, and once he is of appropriate size he will do the same, for I know the bond between man and dog to be one of the closest there is. 


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Dear Cordillia,
I’ve killed a man.  I’ve been sitting here staring at my arrow protruding from his chest.  I guess I’ve come a long way from shooting straw men in the yard.  It only took me one shot, right to the heart.  Kira has taught me well.  At first I was horrified, was I no better than what had driven me away? But as I thought about this man and the things he has done I realized the situations are not the same at all.  My horror was overridden with righteous anger at the innocent lives this man had taken.  It reminded me of……… no, I don’t want to rehash this here, but you know.  I can’t even bring myself to look at the gift you gave me when I left. It’s wrapped in an old cloak in the bottom of my pack.  My companions handled themselves well in the fight against these bandits.  By the cavalier way they handled the aftermath, I’m pretty sure they have all spilled blood before.  I wonder what they would think if they knew this was the first real
fight I had ever been in.  I’m not going to share that information, but still I wonder.  I don’t think I can really trust any of them at this point.  The half elves, Rolen and Corran stick together most of the time, the goblin, Savol is incredibly devious, the other human, Reylas seems unstable and Darph, the minotaur……. well, I haven’t really formed an opinion on Darph, but since he is bound to Savol by a contract…….. I just don’t know.  I don’t think I’ve mentioned Darph before so I’ll go back a bit.

After we left the Kahn’s palace we headed to the local tavern to look for leads on this rebellion.  When we arrived there was a drunken noble gambling with some other patrons. Savol decided he wanted to gamble with the pretentious little snot.  The rest of us sat down at a table to watch. Well, most of us anyway.  Reylas showed up halfway through saying he had needed to find a bathroom.  I hadn’t even noticed him go missing and it was a bit suspicious.  He mutters to himself like a crazy person, but sometimes he seems perfectly fine.  Like I said, unstable.  Anyway, to make a long story short Savol beat the noble and ended up winning the contract for his bodyguard, you guessed it, Darph.  After a brief introduction I made a bold and brilliant move to get us a lead on the rebellion. ….. It did freak out some of the other patrons, and some of my companions took exception to my methods, but at the end of the day we are on our way to Zephrain because of me.  Lucky for us Darph is from Bemexia and knows his way around.  

As we traveled down the royal road we spotted smoke off in the woods.  Upon investigating we came across a ruined caravan and its slaughtered escorts and merchants. Savol managed to track the bandits further into the woods and this is where we are now, having wiped them out.  I must admit I am greatly troubled, most people in the capitol were fervently devoted to the Khan, even creepily so.  But they had also seemed downtrodden and fearful, especially of the Khan’s elite guards, The Gunyin.  At first I thought I could see why there was a rebellion, but then I began to think that maybe these people traded their livelihood and certain freedoms for the protection the Kahn and the Gunyin provided.  But seeing this tragedy, right off the patrolled royal road no less, I can see this is not the case.  It is through fear and fear alone that the Khan rules.  And what do you do when you must both fear for your safety and fear those that are supposed to be
providing that safety?  The only answer is rebellion.  
My companions are gathering around the fire to talk, but I cannot bring myself to do so.  I’m heading back to the sight of the caravan attack. I’m going to bury those people even if it takes all night. As for this monster …….. let him rot.  I have a feeling I will have to kill more people before this is all over, but as long as I am doing it for the right reasons my conscience is clear.

With Love,
Killian
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The Diary of Rolen Duskwalker

 

Approximately a week since arrival in Phobos, date unknown

 

Since the conflict with Savol, a few days have passed. Seeing as he has undoubtedly read through this journal by now, all I will say about the ni-ke box is that it is safe. One other knows the answer and should they need it and I am not around, they need only remember the campfire. We were on the road with a contingent of the Gunyin and we got to learn a bit about them. They are not so much men as they are men who are made machines. They earn their names through service to the Kahn, showing a level of dedication that I find troubling. We arrived in Silverport, a rundown place of ill repute. After we searched the wretched hive of scum and villainy, we found our contact, Kerrig, as he is known, is a Dragonborn smith and one that has a bone to pick with the Khan. He told us about the Markan family, a crime family that used to own our companion Darph in one form or another; and Kerrig hinted at the possibility that they may be able to lead us to the alleged rebellion but he would not help us without us helping him first. He told us about a Halfling named needles and how he ran his criminal enterprise on the docks. Operating on the assumption that ending this thief's life would get us the information we sought, we confronted him. Needles is apparently a well connected thief and had men at his disposal. After a pitched fight, one in which Needles escaped, we found ourselves contacted by the Markans. They will allegedly help us, contingent on us finding a solution to Needles' escapades.

 

These events, while their own brand of trial and tribulation, do not hold a candle to what has just recently come to light. It appears as if my past has caught up with me. After the meeting with the Markan family, I noticed my party and I were being tailed by someone. Much to my shock and dismay, their cloak bore the emblem of the Storm Legion, the same emblem that adorns my old surcoat. This not being my first run in with the spies and assassins under the employ of Master Horace, I opted for direct intervention as opposed to waiting for this man and whatever associates he had to corner me or worse attempt to kill me in my sleep.

 

With the help of my comrades, I confronted my would be assailant, Franklin. He is a member of the Kordite order, much as I was, and it appears that he too is under orders to find me and capture me, or observe me, or probably just kill me. This is troubling, as I had not guessed that the reach of the Stormvale order was this long, nor Horace's influence this large. We engaged him and he proved to be a strong fighter, which puts him far and above those other shills sent by Horace. Our fight was not meant to kill him, but to merely capture him and see what he knew, but that plan changed when Needles sicked men on us from a side alley. I managed to talk Franklin into helping us, and we set aside our differences to fight our common enemy.

 

During the battle, we encountered Needles who as it turns out was not as cowardly as I had assumed. He came at us with the usual herd of scum and villainy, including a hedge-mage of some talent. The fight proved taxing for Killian, Corran, Savol, and Fe. However, Darph took the worst of it suffering several severe injuries. While I too took my share of licks, I prioritized the safety of my party over all others. When the battle turned in our favor, Needles tried to run, but he should have known better than to try and run from an angry minotaur; he'd just die tired.

 

After the battle, Franklin and I agreed to go our separate ways, but I know I will see him again. With Needles dead, we seem to be closer to accomplishing our goal of finding this rebellion, but I fear that Horace may interfere with our mission. I am afraid that this bounty on my head will put my party in undue danger. It is not right that they suffer for my own mistakes, that my own anger and hot headedness be their undoing as well. I fear for the lives of my comrades and my pup Magnus; they are all innocent in this equation. While I have yet to decide, I may have to leave the party to ensure that they do not suffer needlessly on my account. While a reasonable course of action, I feel I cannot leave as I am sworn to my comrades by an oath of honor.  That, and there is much work to be done in this land for it's people and if I leave now I feel that justice shall not be done. I cannot let my courage falter, though lord knows I am beginning to have some doubts.

While I may no longer be a part of a temple, I still revere Kord in my own way and I have to consider what he and the great warriors that came before myself would do in my situation. Is it honorable for me to bring undue calamity upon my comrades or would it be more honorable to leave them and confront the calamity on my own? This much is certain, nobody but myself will die for my sins, regardless of their perceived legitimacy. Perhaps after some sleep, I will have a better idea as to what I'll do. While I haven't done it in a while, I might just offer a prayer to Kord and see what he has to say on the subject.


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This week, in the adventures of the Slaughterhouse Seven:

 

- The party split up.  Always a good idea, right?

- Savol the goblin tried breaking into a house and made off with a totally important and insanely valuable bronze candlestick while backflipping out the window.

- The gang found out they were tailed by the most generic NPC peasant ever.

- Corran the half-elf batman pounced on the peasant like a BOSS!  During the interrogation, in which the NPC was spilling his guts, Horo the newest member of the group punched the NPC so hard he nearly literally spilled his guts.

- Killian the bard tried befriending / hitting on one of the most feared warriors around.  Good luck with that.

- The group met with a small group that they believe may be the Resistance they've been looking for consisting of a half-elf whose family was executed, a disgraced 7 ft tall scarfaced dragonborn blacksmith (who was correctly described as being "confident of how few fucks he gives"), and an old friend and teacher of Killian the bard.

 

Will the gang join the Resistance?  Will Savol the goblin rob something significant?  What bizarre stereotypes for D&D races will come to light (I swear gnomes sounding like old Jewish mothers isn't as bad as it sounds)?  

 

Find out next time on the adventures of the Slaughterhouse Seven!


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The diary of Rolen Duskwalker, 4 days after arrival in Silverport,

 

It is by the light of a sputtering candle I write this entry. It is coming up on four days since we entered the City of Silverport. While we did not come here to clean up this hive of scum and villainy, we have slain many a thug and criminal during that time and even picked up a new comrade. His name is Horo, and he appears to be one of those wandering monks. I've never served with one, but from what I have heard, they can split boulders with a single kick. That is a skill we could use, most certainly.

 

In regard to our current assignment, it is not optimal. Our current predicament working for the Markans seems to be getting worse by the day. Phillip may be a renowned businessman, but he's a slime of a human being. His current orders involve us raiding the tomb of some poor local family; the Tekars. The Tekars were one of the families that rebelled against the Khan in days past, and the fact that we're raiding their tomb speaks volumes as to their success. Markan's plan, it seems is to take the money and assorted valuables we would steal from this tomb and put it towards hiring an army to take the fight to the Khan.

 

Some in the group seem to view this as a boon to us. However, I do not agree. Regardless of my relationship with the temple, I do not condone the robbing of tombs (ancient crypts being the exception) for two reasons: the first being respect for the dead, whose honor should remain intact and the second is that in this world in which we live, the dead seem hard-pressed to stay that way. I have limited experience fighting the undead, the most dangerous encounter with a platoon of reanimated guardsmen in a necromancer's lair outside of Stormvale. We went in with six men, including myself, and only three came out among the living. The horrors we witnessed in that cave would have ruined most men, but the courage of Kord was strong in me that day. That said, I have never forgotten what I saw there, and that was what motivated me to spend my day in the Markan study trying to find anything that would connect the tomb with the presence of the undead. After many hours of study, it would have been easier to find fruit in a dead pear tree. At the least, I learned that the bodies of the Tekars had their heads removed. That's a small comfort as most undead cannot function without a head.

 

My research was interrupted by Corran, who revealed to me that he was in possession of Phillip's business ledger. I have to admit I was impressed by my comrade's guile, but I hope Savol never gets wind of this. I don't think I could let Corran live that down if he did. Upon perusal of the ledger, I saw that my assumptions of Philip are correct: he's slime. The bastard it seems does not plan to pay us for our endeavor. This only added to my resolve to not carry out the task he had given us. Corran brought this up with the group and we decided to rearm ourselves and go ask Kerig for any information on the tomb.

 

Out on the town, we learned new information from Killian regarding the tomb. It appears that the Gunyin are watching it at night. Our plan shifted from a raid to a reconnaissance mission, a change that I am in full support of. After learning this, it became obvious we were being tailed again. I feared a return of the Storm Legion, but it turned out to be a peasant. That said, he was remarkably plain...almost too plain. We captured him, although Darph seemed to cause a stir when he trampled a few older gnomes. I believe they referred to him as a "shvatz" and a "shmok". Upon interrogating him through the use of Corran's intimidation, Horro's iron fists, and my healing abilities, we learned that this tail was in the employ of the Tekars. We later asked Kerig about this, and it seems that he too has some connection to the Tekar family. We were instructed to go to a house at midnight. It was also brought to our attention that Philip is away from the city on business and he expects us to be done with our job when he returns.

 

Upon arrival at the meeting we were met with a surviving member of the Tekar family, a comely half elf maiden, Kerig, and apparently a woman from Killian's past. The three of them have taken to conversing in private, and I have chosen to chronicle this. One way or another, I have a feeling we will have need to remember this information later. I just hope it is a key to our victory and not a list of could have beens and should have beens.

 


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Last time, on the adventures of the Slaughterhouse Seven:

 

--The gang met the exile Eliza Tekar, niece of the late crime boss Tekar.  She gave the gang a task, to break into her family's crypt and retrieve the rumored vast sums of cash buried in there.

--Savol managed to sweet talk the reward for doing up to 4k for everyone that survived.  Cha-Ching!

--Rolen, Corran, and Killian talked a royal spy into looking the other way while they entered the crypt.  Once that was peacefully accomplished, a stone from Savol's sling knocked the spy unconscious.  Talk of killing the goblin rogue continued.

--Upon entering the crypt, the group soon learned that even Beefy McMeatshield (also known as Darph, the Minotaur Knight) wasn't safe from a swarm of giant insects.

--Hopefully Horo, the monk, learned a degree of caution after leaping headlong away from the group to tangle with a couple big bugs, nearly falling in the process.

 

Will the gang make it to the loads of cash at the end of the crypt without dying?  Will Corran, the half-elf batman, finally get tired of Savol's shenanigans and cleave him in two?  Will Savol earn the trust and respect of the gang?  Will their totally unbiased and benign overlord manage a TPK?  Find out next time, on...

 

 

The Adventures of the Slaughterhouse Seven!!!


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*As Horo punches a large bug, the Void vanishes, along with his sense of serenity. He is immediately struck, hard, across the chest*
Try as he might he can't find his center. In desperation he begins to punch and kick the two foes against him, trying desperately to find a good opening. He is nearly brought to his knees for his efforts. Relying on his training he falls back, pulling one with him to the hallway door. . .

After the battle is finished Horo knows he's hurt. Starts his mental routine and finds the Void waiting for him.
He must not be so rash. So eager.
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Dear Cordillia

It's been a while since I've written and much has happened.  The most important thing is that I found Kira, or rather, I guess the truth is that she found me. I'll go back a bit.  We got a lead on the rebellion in the town of Zephrain that pointed us to the city of Silverport.  While there we lost Raylas, who is actually someone called Liam the Mad.  He nearly killed us all before vanishing.  Shortly after that we were joined by a new party member, a Tiefling named Feline (we call him Fe for short), who I believe was once a prostitute…….Yeah, well I guess it’s an improvement over the riffraff I used to hang around with.  Anyway, Savol burned down a house and tried to kill our informant,  Darph lost a horn and ripped up his contract because of it, we stopped a group of Gunyin from marching on Zephrain (an almost fiasco that led to me and Rolen talking and deciding to hide the box,) and traveled with another group of them to Silverport.  Silverport reminds me a lot of Echoes End except that it doesn’t hide behind the fancy façade.  I’m sure that gives you a pretty accurate picture.  We went to meet the person our informant had mentioned.  Kerrig is an imposing presence, a seven foot tall, scarred Dragonborn who has no love for the Khan. He asked us to look into a Halfling named Needles who he believed was stealing from the Markan family, the  leaders of the “rebellion”.  We found Needles at the docks but he and his thugs immediately attacked us.  We slew his men but Needles escaped in a puff of smoke.  We found documents that proved Needles was stealing and brought them to Kerrig.   He asked us to wait in the bar and someone would take us to see the Markans.

 

Philip Markan………..  What can I say? The man is vile.  He welcomed us into his mansion graciously enough.  All the ill-gotten wealth and splendor made we twitch.  You see, it turns out the Merkan family are the leaders of organized crime here in Bemexia.  He only wanted to rebel because the Khans strict laws prevented the growth of his business.  You can imagine how I felt when I found that out.  I stayed silent through the entire dinner, barely containing my rage.  Luckily Philip didn’t ask to speak to me directly and we were sent out to bring Needles in dead or alive.  I resolved to take him in alive and see if I could stomach working with Markan for the group.  As I walked along considering my options, we encountered Franklin, a member of the Storm Legion,  to which Rolen used to belong.  A fight with Franklin ensued and halfway through Needles and his crew attacked us.  Rolen convinced Franklin to aid us and we won though it was a close call.  In the chaos Needles was killed, and in a stunned moment I saw myself as an assassin, helping to keep a crime boss in power and I lost it.  I knew then that I could not work for Markan in any way.  We returned to the bar where we were joined by a monk named Horo who is searching for Liam the Mad.  I slipped away as Philip’s body guard took the others back to the mansion.  I went to see Kerrig, intending to confront him, but when I arrived he called me “Mr. Stormwind”. I hadn’t told him my name, so somehow he knew me.  My desire for confrontation forgotten I asked him whether there was no other option besides Philip Markan for help against the Khan.  He offered to work with me.  The fact that he knew who I was but obviously didn’t work for those that would drag me back to Echoes End made me feel I could trust him and I agreed.  I became a sort of double agent and informed Kerrig of Markan’s plans.  When I told him we had been tasked with retrieving a fortune from the tomb of the Tekar Family, so that Markan could hire an army from beyond the Blasted Lands,  he told me we shouldn’t do that out of respect for the Tekars.  I admit I found that odd but it was cleared up quickly.  As we shopped for new gear for the mission we discovered we were being followed by an “extremely ordinary man”. We captured him and the others beat out of him that he worked for Eliza Tekar.  I asked around but no one knew where she was.  Then it hit me, Kerrig talking about respect for the Tekars, he had to know where she was.  I was right and he gave me the address to a house and told me to meet there at midnight.  The others returned to the mansion to sneak some documents we had stolen back into place but I would not risk bringing the address with me so I waited at the bar. I had no money, so……. and it pains me to admit this but I was drinking other people’s unfinished drinks.  I know, I know! But I was really thirsty and nervous.  Don’t judge me too harshly.  Later that night when we arrived at the address we were greeted by Eliza, Kerrig and KIRA!  I couldn’t believe it.  It turns out Eliza is her half-sister.  I could not have been happier to see her.  And now I finally know I am working on the right side.  Eliza asked us to go into the tomb and retrieve the money for her and we agreed.  She and Kira just left to procure the same army the Philip was after.  I can’t help but worry, although we did throw quite the obstacle in Marcan’s path in the form of an irate Khan.  We will be leaving for the tomb shortly, so I’ll end this here.  I’ll write again when I can.

 

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Last time, on the Adventures of the Slaughterhouse Six:

After managing to squish a group of insects, the gang explored the crypt further.  Savol tripped a trap, yet managed to dodge it's effects.  After fighting off both ghouls and big-ass jumping spiders in one extended engagement, the gang entered the lower levels of the crypt.  Alas, the poor spy they tied to Darph's back did not fare so well, having died in the fighting.

Once there, they encountered a bizarre, extremely old cryptkeeper, demanding "blood to honor blood".  Killian offered a small amount of his blood, but apparently the cryptkeeper didn't like the taste and ordered a swarm of skeletons to attack.

Corran stomped the cryptkeeper into the ground, but not for long, as he rose as a massive bone golem.  It almost proved too much for the party as it fell both Corran and Horo (the wildcard monk), nearly killing them both.  Even with Darph attempting to give the golem The People's Elbow with his warhammer, it was Rolen, channeling a power from his sword that he had never encountered before that fell the golem. 

And there we leave the Slaughterhouse Seven, bloodied, battered, but far from broken.

 

What riches await them?  What new power courses through Rolen's blade?  Will their benevolent DM allow Savol the goblin rogue to multiclass into a warlock?  Will their benevolent DM start a "notable kill" list?  Find out the answers to these questions and more on the next installment of ...

 

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The city of Silverport, Bemexia 5 days after arrival

 

My companions and I are taking a moment to compose ourselves, now that we have cleared the tomb. I must take the time to record what has happened here, if only to keep my sanity. There is much on my mind, as within the span of a day my party has been pushed to its limit. This whole enterprise it seems has been veiled by deception, peril, and trickery from the start…

 

We spoke with Eliza Tekar at great length after meeting her. She requested that we retrieve some wares from the tomb while we went there. She told us relatively little of what was inside. My comrades came to the conclusion that we’d be better off raiding the tomb for her and not the Khan, so I decided to go along against my better judgement.

 

We arrived at the tomb as planned and just as we thought, there was a Gunyin watching the place. We sent the goblin around to cover us should the need arise and the rest of the party approached on foot. When we got close enough to this person who was “paying homage” to a headstone. His mannerisms, appearance, and the military grade short sword he wore gave him away straight off. When we confronted him about his identity, he attacked us. Thankfully, Horo was quick on his feet and kept the man in check and we managed to settle things down. Just as we managed to talk the man down, a stone whizzed out of the night and struck him in the head, rendering him unconscious. Savol, it seems, did not overhear our conversation. Little did I know, but that was just the start of the downward slide that would be our trek into the dark beneath Silverport.

 

Upon entering the tombs, we carried the spy with us. Darph had the man slung over one of his shoulders as we tried to find somewhere to deposit him. This proved to be a treacherous undertaking as there were traps all over the tomb. I had read in the family history of the Tekars that this tomb might have boasted traps, but I had not planned on the kind found here. Focused light traps are indeed a rare find and truly fitting of nobility such as the Tekars. The traps were not the worst of it though. We were attacked by ants, massive ones. They ravaged Horo and Darph something fierce, but in the end they are just some more dead things to occupy this accursed place. We continued downward, further into the tomb. The ants were just the start.

 

When we reached the basement level, we discovered more traps and the presence of the undead, just as I feared. The ghouls attacked us with the kind of mindless determination and aggression that one could associate with the undead, but we managed to triumph over them with little trouble. As I breathed a sigh of relief, I heard the clatter of feet on the ceiling, and readied myself. There, descending from the dark vaulted ceilings of this tomb, were leaping spiders the size of grown dogs. They had quite the vicious bite and proved to be quite the adversaries. After another brutal fight, we emerged triumphant but at a cost. Many of us were starting to feel the wear and tear of close quarters, underground, combat. To add to it, the Gunyin we brought in from the upstairs was no longer breathing. In the melee, Darph never had time to put him down, and it appeared the spiders managed to bite him as opposed to Darph. An acceptable loss, but it still tasted bitter in my mouth.

 

As we recovered from our fight, I could sense the group was beginning to have doubts…well maybe not the goblin. Savol is not that bright, he likes to think he is but I have seen through enough of his charades that know that he’s not all there. Perhaps that was for the best, for much like the rest of the evening things kept getting worse, and if he would have been able to put two and two together he may not have had the courage he displayed later on.

 

Killian discovered a secret staircase, one that led even deeper into the bowels of the tomb. We could feel the chill coming up from the dark below, nobody had been down there in many, many, years. Begrudgingly, we entered what would come to be the last chambers of the tomb. Awaiting us, were what at first appeared to be ornate statuary soldiers, but upon our closer examination they were animated skeletons. Clearly, we were in the presence of some dark arcane force…Which is weird considering that Fe is a warlock of some sort, but this was different. The taint of this room was that of a necromancer or one with control over the powers of death.

 

Upon clearing the skeletons, who did not attack us right away, we were greeted by a shriveled old man who asked if we were here to pay homage. He kept asking us, “Will you honor blood with blood?” As a cleric, I knew that while an older ritual, this was not an uncommon practice. In an attempt to forego any misunderstandings, Killian gave of his own blood. Amid the necromancer’s shouts of “Defilers!” I could tell that we had yet to see the worst horrors this tomb could offer. The skeletons drew their weapons and we found ourselves in the midst of yet another fight. I couldn’t help but remember the words of my late friend and Lord Commander Merek Hawthorne, “I’m getting too old for this shit.”

 

Corran, who had been displaying courage beyond measure, chased after the necromancer. It seems his hatred of the undead is substantial. The rest of us were busy fighting the skeletons, who in spite of their aged gear and lack of real musculature proved capable fighters. We felled a few skeletons before Savol dropped the necromancer. That was when it happened. The man’s body began convulse and contort, his skin boiled off and his robes burned to ash. From this horror, a construct of bone and black magic emerged, crawling about on all fours like some massive beast; this kind of horror being the exact thing I was afraid we would find tucked away within these halls of the dead.

 

The bone golem was indeed a monstrous adversary. It was covered in sharp, bone-like, spines that were hazardous to any who tried to attack it. Corran fought it bravely, but even the mighty Avenger of the slain god was no match. It also had the ability to blast out shockwaves of energy and bone shrapnel that left those of us who were unfortunate enough to be caught in the blast feeling dazed and sporting nasty cuts and bruises. The creature attacked and incapacitated both Horo and Corran, leaving them on the brink of death. Our Minotaur was delayed by skeleton archers, but arrived in just the nick of time to distract the monster. Dazed and wounded, I managed to get Killian a health potion that I had on my person and he somehow found a way to administer it to our fallen comrade before he could bleed out. I could tell that if this fight was not ended soon, we would all surely die, so I drew my sword and channeled all my fury and battle wrath into a charge against the abomination. With a mighty blow from my weapon and an appropriately mighty clap of divine thunder the beast was reduced to a pile of bone and dust. We survived but by the skin of our teeth; we were battered but unbroken.

 

After tending to Horo we checked the tomb and found there were two chests atop a small dais. We tried to get them to open and it did not work. Some methods were rather unorthodox, such as the goblin removing the arms from a skeleton in a coffin and trying to get the chests to open, and sure enough it led to problems. Corran, Darph, and Savol began to mix it up with one another, clearly their battle nerves and the stress of the last few days had boiled over. While annoying and childish, this is typical among soldiers who fight along the ragged edge like us. We still have much to work on, but I see potential in the group yet.

 

After observing the fight, I had come to realize that my sword was acting strangely. That was a revelation, I knew little to nothing about my weapon. Hawthorne would have tanned my hide for that. I had taken this sword from the temple out of spite, just to get under Grand Master Horace’s skin, and have been laboring under the impression that this was some enchanted longsword he would have used to cow the masses through Grayfield. However, upon closer examination, it became apparent that this was no mere sword. This was indeed a blessed weapon.  I have come to realize that I have actually stolen a legitimate relic of the Kordite order. The sword I wield is none other than the infamous Cloudbreaker. I remember reading of this blade, but had figured it had been lost for centuries or locked up in a vault somewhere. It appears that my slaying of this beast to defend my friends activated its powers, powers that have laid dormant for who knows how long. This is the second best thing that has happened today, the best being we all made it out alive.

 

Now that I near the end of this entry, in spite of my gratitude for being alive and discovering that I am now in the possession of a mighty holy weapon, I find my thoughts growing darker. They have been coming to me in brief flashes. The faces of my shield brothers and sisters as they fell at the hands of the Black Scourge’s orcs that fateful day at the Gate of Storms, the pass that leads from the Toirneach Mountains to the lands of Stormvale. We were told that they had inferior numbers, the scourge was actually raiding villages to the east, that some hobgoblin upstart was leading the attack headed for Stormvale. We were told that we would have reinforcements should anything go wrong. All of that was proven to be untrue and everyone but myself died at the hands of the Orcs. Today, in spite of the fact that I had thought I had put my past behind me, these thoughts have come back to my mind, along with another emotion I have not felt in full for quite a while; rage. I had hoped that writing it down would dissipate the flames that burn within me, but they only seem to be growing hotter by the minute. White-hot, righteous, fury boils in my blood, much as it did the day I drug myself from the battlefield, through the sea of corpses that were my brothers and sisters in arms, and to that small overhang where I healed myself enough to walk back to town. This deception, this betrayal, will not go unanswered. I will confront Eliza and see what she knows of this chamber and the horrors that almost claimed us for their own dark purposes and try to get some answers. She should consider herself lucky, if this had happened when I was younger I doubt I’d have given her the chance to defend herself. 


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Silverport, Day 5 in Bemexia

 

Rolen encourages that I write in this damned book, saying that it will help keep my thoughts straight. So, here I am writing once more. The Markans, a treacherous lot, have given me enough doubt to abandon their cause. As with all of the natives here, it seems they are of two faces. I am beginning to dislike the Bemexians. Each seems to have a lie greater than the last.

 

We spoke with Kerig who eventually helped us make contact with Eliza of Tekar, though I fear we are being watched. I found a man in the market tailing us. Maybe more than one. I caught him and proceeding to… Persuade him. Horo ensured that the man knew exactly how serious I was. Turns out that he worked for the Tekar. We arranged a meeting and to my surprise, she was a half-blood like Rolen and myself. The air I breathed was full of elven arrogance, as she had some companion that seemed to be acquainted with Killian the Bard. I couldn’t have escaped that room soon enough.

 

A deal was brokered for us to retrieve some coin or some such from a tomb of the Tekar. I could feel my hairs stand on end as it was. The dead are not ones to be disturbed. Low and behold we traveled into the dank, dark depths anyway. Savol the Goblin once again managed to ruin a perfectly good situation. Rolen, the monk Horo, and I talked the Gunyin down… Only to be pelted by the goblin’s sling. He thinks little. To no surprise either.

 

We traveled the tombs, only to be attacked by insects grown far larger than the wolf pups. I have not seen such a sight since my childhood in the Eyomyrr Jungles in Akovi. Truths be had, I have little desire to see them again. It was after our entrance and slaughter of pests that our fortune had fled from us…

 

We travelled further and further into the crypts, the scent of rot and stale spices lingered in the very air we breathed. As we furthered the tomb, I could smell the air become more tainted, the ground I walked on unholy… Some of the long dead stood, clad in their armor standing guard over the tombs. If it were not for the eyes of my knife-eared father, I would have missed it as surely as the rest of the party. Then came the robed man demanding blood. I began to inquire but to no avail. The bard eventually grew bored of the man’s repeated prattling and offered blood… He should not have.

 

Dark magics lingered in the room. And dark magics animated the dead. Amoth would have none of this defilers scourge walk the lands of the living, and I would have the source uprooted. I pressed the necromancer. He held little ground against my assault and succumbed. Had I known what came next, I may have heeded to caution. As Darph, the Tiefling, and others would defend against the walking dead, I would deal with the transformation of flesh to abomination.

 

The defilers flesh peeled, his blood boiled, and by the time he was finished a beast from the Abyss itself surely had come to our lands. I would not have such putrid filth wandering freely… Or at all.

 

I pummeled the nightmare. I fought, I cut, I stabbed, I could feel Amoth guiding me. I remember fear coursing through my body. I remember Amoth filling me with the power the rip one of the undead from the balcony it stood, and caused bones to scatter the floor. Once more, I found myself pressing the defiler. My attacks many and fierce. And then, the world was dark. The world was cold. When I awoke, the hellbeast still stood on top of me but it seemed the bard had resuscitated me. Though, there we no times for thanks. I pressed the beast once more. I could only assume I had been out for some time, as it seemed that the skeletons were little more than a nuisance than a problem. I was joined in my onslaught by Darph… The hellbeast couldn’t have found itself in a worse position. Then, with a flash of lightening and the roar of a storm, Rolen landed the blow the felled the construct of bone. Tainted bastard. After a fast bumping of the fist with Rolen, the rest of the skeletons were put to rest.

 

It was brutal and bloody, the fight. I remember the haze I was in after. I remember walking past the limp, but breathing, body of Horo. Chests, I assume what we were looking for, were the prize that we found. Though they had not lockhole. Hells, they didn’t even had a top. Rolen and I poked and prodded to no avail. Then the minotaur muttered an idea unforgivable in the eyes of the gods, and the goblin acted. Savol desecrated the dead, ripping arms off the sacred buried in hopes to open these chests. I demanded he put them back to little avail. To nones surprise, the plan failed and the corpse would remain molested.

 

Then, once more the goblin decided to test my patience. This time, I would ensure there would be a lesson learned. I proceeded to chase and beat the goblin bloody. He best think twice before testing me again. The minotaur stopped me from furthering the beating. Were it up to me we would carry both the monk and the goblin out of here.

 

After the lesson, I was approached by Killian. I half expected some horses’ shit sap story of working with the goblin. But, while I had mine with the goblin it seems he mended the corpse. The gods will know but… I respect his gesture. Mayhaps I misjudged him. He allowed me to continue to fight the defiler and did this, not out of his own beliefs, but mine. We spoke for awhile. More than I anticipated. We talked briefly of Amoth and his murder by the Lord of Undeath, among other conspirators. It seemed as though he wished to know me better. Maybe, oneday pureblood. Maybe.


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Dear Cordillia,

I thought I would write to tell you that we survived the crypt, all of us, though that was a close call. We ran into trouble before we even reached the tomb entrance. We discovered a mourner who was paying a little too close attention to the Tekar tomb. Savol scouted ahead to the entrance while the rest of us confronted the spy. After an attempt to lie to us about mourning his late mother (he was at a man’s grave), we uncovered he was a Gunyin. He was about to attack us but Eliza had asked us to try not to kill anyone to draw attention to what we were doing. Horo managed to keep him from moving while Rolen, Corren and I came up with a convincing lie. He was about to let us pass when a rock from Savol’s sling knocked him unconscious. Savol hadn’t realized what was transpiring and thought this would be easier. We tied the Gunyin to Darph’s back and proceeded to enter. Almost immediately we were attacked by giant ants. They swarmed Darph and Horo but we were able to smash their carapaces to bits. We explored further and ran into more rooms, some traps and a puzzle to open a set of doors. Corran and Savol had an argument about stealing from the dead and Savol ran off while we worked on the door puzzle. Once we got the door open we were horrified to find ghouls waiting for us. After a nasty fight with them Savol came running back followed by large jumping spiders. Once we dispatched the eight legged menace we were all looking a little torn up. Savol and Fe went to check out the room the spiders had come from while the rest of us looked around the room that contained the ghouls. Darph, Rolen and Corran discovered that the Gunyin had died sometime during the fight, most likely from a spider bite. They covered him with a shroud and left him in the hallway. Meanwhile I was inspecting the large throne in the room as it appeared to move on tracks. As I was running my hand over it, it glided away revealing a staircase. I went partway down and saw a stone landing and a door. We waited for Fe and Savol to return and headed down the stairs.

In the lower tomb we were greeted by animated skeletons and an ancient looking old man who seemed to command them. He asked “Will you honor blood with blood?” Rolen informed us this was a normal tradition among some families and we were pondering what to do, when Savol moved closer. As soon as the old man saw him he shouted “Defiler!” I shouted for him to wait, told him that Eliza Tekar had sent us and we were there in her name. The old man stopped and turned towards me asking “Will you honor blood with blood?” I told him I would and he held out a ceremonial knife to me. With Rolen whispering instructions to me I carried out the ritual. The old man lifted the knife and tasted my blood! Then he once again started screaming “Defilers!” He moved away as the skeletons attacked. Fe, Rolen, and Horo fought with the skeletons on the ground while Darph and Savol attacked the archers in the raised chamber. Corran and I attacked the old man. After Corran did some serious damage I took him down with a well-placed arrow. I was surprised and relived he had gone down so easily as we had sensed a grate dark power. My relief turned to horror as the old man’s body reconstituted into a bone construct. Corran and I tried to hold it off until the others could come and help but Corran was taking a beating as I was out of range of it’s attacks. It blasted Corran, Rolen and Horo with a powerful attack, rendering Corran and Horo unconscious and staggering Rolen. We realized it would kill Corran so Rolen passed me his last healing potion and I ran it past the remaining skeletons to give it to Corran. I must have been pumped on adrenalin as I was too fast for them to hit me. I got Corran back on his feet just as Darph arrived from behind to draw the monsters attention. Finally it was Rolen, his sword glowing with some magical light and a blasting sound of thunder that smashed the construct to pieces.

After catching our breath I looked around the crypt and found an open tomb. The skeletal figure inside was holding a large war hammer. I recognized it as the legendary Backlash. I picked it up easily, its light weight and speed part of its legend. Then I noticed three chests, two small and one large. I assumed this was what we had come for. I could sense the magic that held them closed was keyed to the Takar family. I called the others over and asked them to try to open the chests. From the old mans reaction to Savol and me I guessed that perhaps one of us was related to the Tekar family. But no one could. I even put Horo’s unconscious hand on it but nothing happened. Darph thought maybe the skeleton in the tomb could be used to open the chest. Before anyone could voice an objection Savol had ripped off the arms and tried to use them. It failed miserably. He and Corran had a heated fight over desecrating the dead, culminating in Savol ripping off one of the hands and firing it at Corran with his sling. While Corran was beating Savol bloody I put the bones back in the tomb and used a spell to mend it. Afterward I had a talk with Corran about his God, Amoth and his aversion to the undead and the defilement of the peaceful rest of others. He said he’s been alone for a long time, I hope being with us is good for him though I think some of us may make him even more isolated. I will try to be his friend at the least. It must be incredibly lonely when even ones God is dead……… Not that he may want my friendship……… There was a reason I was so desperate that someone with us could open the chest, I thought that maybe that was the reason the old man had rejected my blood, because the blood of the Tekar’s was with us……. But now I think there was another reason. Maybe my blood is just tainted. I left Echo’s End to get away…….. but how does one get away from something if it’s in their blood?

With Love,
Killian
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I fall. I don't feel anything anymore. I think the Void has taken hold of me. I claw to try and come back to the fight. I cnan't. The Void pulls me down deep. I've never felt like this. I'm trapped here for now it seems.

I force myself not to panic, and to wait.
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The Diary of Rolen Duskwalker,

The city of Silverport, Bemexia 5 days after arrival

 

We have returned from the tomb. That awful place tried me, both physically and mentally. I write this after having confronted Eliza about her treachery. Granted I could have handled the situation better, but since my friends did not stop me I believe that presenting her with the skull of the necromancer was an appropriate means of voicing my frustrations. She said she did not know anything of the “crypt keeper” or so she called him, and I could tell she told the truth. While my previous assumptions of her willingly placing us in harm’s way are no longer valid, I am still having the visions of the past and I am still having trouble dealing with them.

 

I once asked Hawthorne how he dealt with them, as he was a seasoned fighter with more experience than I could hope to have, and he told me that there was no way to make them go away. The best one can do is to learn from them, so that the pain and suffering we soldiers endure was worth something. It’s been almost three years since the betrayal, since I left the order and took the life of the wandering mercenary, but recent events have taken me back both physically in my encounters with the Storm Legion here in Bemexia and in my own troubled visions. I am still trying to learn from the things I have experienced.

 

Just so I do not forget the details, Eliza’s man James returned from his errand to Zaphrain with news that the city burns. We had thought to blame Savol for this, but James exonerated him. He said he saw men in blue robes fanning the flames. If my knowledge serves, the blue robed arsonists might be tied to some mad mage named Liam, but I am afraid I cannot be sure of the details. Upon speaking with my comrades, we must go back to Zaphrain and try to help them as they once helped us. I have decided to bring James with us, for he knows more about what is going on than us, also I see that he has potential, other than being painfully average and untested. We will see how he performs.

 

Before I leave, there is much I need to do. I need to appropriate a new shield and cloak, as the bone golem damaged my gear beyond repair. I will head back to Neebs’ shop and equip myself appropriately. Also, I must visit with Magnus. It’s been almost two days since I have seen him and I have the feeling a little time with my pup will do me well, for what comes next will be quite the ordeal. It would be nice to have something pleasant to remember for when times get tough. 


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I am very surprised that you didn't accidentally refer to James as Theo...


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