A Light in the Dark

Phelmyr Elves, the Ultimate Xenophobes
It's By a God's Command I Drink

I fly back to the top of the tower to find the orc heading towards the pyre.

Oh Hells no!

I land quickly and move to block him.

You have your own God! Leave the leavings of mine alone!

He shows no respect. Typical orc. I’m pulling out my scimitar to force issue when empty handed he loses interest. I still want his blood, but pull back my bloodlust. I really do not like him. At the start of our journey here he pushed for me to act in good faith and yet he proves his race trait overrules any pretenses of civility. Now I search through the hot embers for a leaving from my God. Pyrico left nothing. But then, aside from egg shells, I expected nothing.

I turn my attention now to finding my clothing and belongings and set about to getting dressed. I see him departing, he talks to Jern in the distance. Then heads off. Great. The orc is off to try and raid what’s left. Well, to the elven arrows with him.

Phaeron lands beside me and asks about him. I tell him what I think and leave it to him. He flies off. I walk down to arouse the others and break camp. I shift my form to appear more elven, taking on much of my mother’s colouration and braid my hair in accordance to her culture, blending some of what she learned from the culture above us. I’m surprised to find the others awake, and quickly update them on what went down.

The dread of what I need to do creeps upon me…. my mother failed to do what I must succeed at.

I fall into step with Fyraiia and speak quietly about perhaps removing the brands upon myself and my friends. She is angered by the mark, but agrees to keep it quiet. I will be under her studious eye yet again. I know not how I feel about this. I quickly take lead.

We get out on the surface, and it’s lovely though still grey overcast, the sun is still muted. I get my bearings and proceed to head for the village. I allow some of my scars to appear that would be visible with my dress on. I don’t believe anyone notices the souvenirs that are left when one is whipped. Good. I don’t want to talk about it. The elves are polite enough to not mention them. Eventually a patrol finds us, not like we weren’t hiding.

Stand and declare yourself! Is yelled from a point to my left. I turn my head, here it goes. Thank you Mother for teaching me what you knew about these shy elves.

I am Ishnaferya, daughter of Vryntaea and Dizmot of the RĂ». We desire to talk to your Council of Elders for the benefit of both our people. We do not mean any harm.

Let them wonder at my name, as I blended it from my mother’s tongue and theirs. They gave her her name in their ancient dialect. Father, well, he’s human. We shan’t hold his name against him.

They talk quickly and quietly amongst themselves then question me about Psyren. I look back to her and smile. Xenophobes they be.

We were slaves together. We escaped together, she is with me, as is the giant and the lizardman.

What lizardman?

The one behind you, perhaps not the best response but it got them nervous. I switched to our shared language. Sslith’lac, please come stand beside me.

It was a few moments and he finally arrived. His appearance made them very nervous. Questions that I didn’t feel like answering were being asked. I fought the instinct to withdraw, and instead drew up a name that Mother was fond of. Even though she said no very strongly, the woman was my way in.

I desire to speak to Elder Elsperyn.

They seemed surprised that I knew the name of council member. They again talked quietly before a decision was made. We were to unarm ourselves, entrust our weapons to them. I pointed out that my lizard friend was a victim of a mad wizard and the blades were grafted into his being. They decided that he would be bound. I argued, but it was a they do it or we don’t go.

I explained what was going on, Jern asked when would we get our weapons back, which I translate back. It would be Elsperyn’s decision. I agreed to that and Sslith’lac took the choice regarding being bound away from me. He held up his hands. I didn’t like it. I had to bite my tongue.

We handed off our weapons. When it came to Pyrico’s Talon, I pulled it out of the tattoo, watching them for their reaction. I spun it around my hand and laid the blade across my palm, Treat this with respect. I tell the one I have been talking to. He reaches out to take it with his bare hand. Another moves swiftly and takes his wrist. This new comer clearly recognised the blade and took off his cloak and offered it to me to lay across. He then reverently covered the scimitar. I felt better by this.

We then were escorted in. Signs of overgrowth was everywhere in the village. But it’s still beautiful. These elves live in trees. My mother’s people live in the desert and heat scorched mountains. She thought this village was beautiful too. Pity my companions cannot see it as it was then.

We go through the center of town and I stop. Phaeron and the orc are in a cage. Like Sslith’lac’s bindings it is enchanted. I request for Phaeron’s release, willing to leave the orc there, but both Phaeron and the escort counter with both. I lose the negotiation and I am responsible for the orc. Just banish me now. The brute knows no respect or even how to pretend to have it.

We are taken to the Council Hut. The doors are opened and she stands within. I give a show of respect, silent request to enter and acknowledge that it is her place we enter. I approach her and stop a distance from her as appropriate in my culture. Then the talks begin.

Mother tried to get the elves’ aid before and lost her temper with their stubborn refusal to accept that the outside was targeting them. They were targeted, now awakened…. how much did they know happened? We begin with a bit of word dancing. This isn’t my strongest ability, why doesn’t Phaeron take over? Wait, maybe he doesn’t know the language. The orc begins to get bored, endangering this, and he doesn’t seem to care that I’m doing this not for myself but for the very resistance that he’s apart of. I just give up. I’m defeated when her attention is turned upon him. I don’t bother to hide it, as what is the point?

Knowledge is offered. Elf power will require a formal meeting. I’m surprised. This is acceptable. I inform her that if the Resistance requires more, their leader may send a delegation. Let them figure terms out. Even though I failed the door is opened. But I’m to be punished. I’m to teach the orc this dialect of Elven. It disgusts me. I inform him and he’s smug all over again. I truly despise him.

I ask when shall we depart? We are actually permitted to stay awhile. Sslith’lac’s bonds are removed and we are invited to a party to celebrate the revival of Pyrico and the awakening of the elves. We have three cabins assigned to us, when I inquire about freshening up. I ask her about my mother, if she’s been through since the first time. The easy answer is yes, as to how long ago, that’s more complicated.

We are escorted to the cabins, but first I turn for the shoreline. I’m so filthy I’ll stain the tub if there is one. Several follow me to rinse off in the brackish waters. I swim further out after using sand to scrub off the grime. The water is cool but it feels good. I slowly swim back to shore after a few minutes. The Sea Queen doesn’t want me right now.

I get partially dressed and head back to the cabins. I see the orc departing in bed sheets and request that his bag get returned to him. It probably holds his weapons but I care not. He would still find me a challenge to slay unarmed. I then request clothing for us to better attend the festival.

There’s apologies for there won’t be any clothing for the bigger members of my group nor the dwarves. I can only state that I understand. After all we arrived without advanced warning. I went inside and rewarmed the bath tub of water and added in some of the oils and salts that smelled similar to what Gronx added to the water back on the Fire Plane. It was great soaking in the heated water.

I awoke to Psyren’s fingers playing with my hair. The water was chilled and she was willing to warm me up. I wasn’t feeling it, but I had been ignoring her for a good portion of our journey, so I settled for a massage, and returned the favour. Together we got ready. She helped me with my hair. I shall have to cut some of it when I finally get to grounding. I haven’t been what my tribe needs.. but Psyren reminds me to be happy. The festival is celebrating what we had done. I let her think she cheered me up as she left.

Festival…. a gathering of people. Strangers. Too many people.

The dress I chose was scarlet with gold shimmer in a nice cut that left my back and arms bare. My legs were hidden from view, it was odd. And there were leather sandals nicer than what I took. They fit well enough. Will I be able to keep this as mother had kept the dress that was delivered to her? I do hope so. With gold jewellery it would be very fetching in normal circumstances.

I headed out towards the party. Too many people. Gah! I need my mind set right! I need to forget the past. No. That’s dangerous… I need to reconcile my past and try and put myself back together. But… crowd. And that voice!

I turn towards it and spy Warmonger talking to orc. Hmmmm, this could be interesting. Or not. There’s something about challenging the bitch. I’m guessing that’s me. I move on, unlike some I don’t want to trode where a God and his follower talk unless they are both enemies.

Hey you!

I keep walking.

Hey Doll!

Okay, now I turn and question the God who is wearing a body that is short and covered in weapons. Doll? I ask.

Toots. His response and I sigh. What, I respond.

He wants to have me do my thing that I did for Firebutt. His name for Pyrico. I see where the orc gets it. He wants me to bring back a Goddess he calls Doll. Wait, didn’t he just call me doll? He’s great with names, it seems. She’s missing, about a month, which coincide to when Jern and I arrived. He sniffs Jern and blames him for her disappearance.I defend Jern as a Goddess, even a minor one, would be aware of the dangers of taking someone who in turn starts to cause ripples.

Finally, something that I’m not to blame for. But that doesn’t help me explain 7 missing years….

I twice had tried to turn away and walk away when he got distracted with his paladin. But Warmonger demanded my attention. And my presence. I finally turned to him and told him defiantly as I do not worship him I do not come when he demands. Now be nice.

I’m rather surprised he didn’t back hand me. But somehow it feels right. Why and how?

He gives me leave to see to my grounding, to relax and to drink. To sort my memories in my head. But damnit I know not this Goddess and he expects me to work with the orc.

Lovely. Everything now goes back to the orc.

I turn. The party has lost all appeal. I seek the tallest tree that will give me a view of where my parents stayed.

Lets remain focused on the good here. Not Pronkar slaughtering elves, stealing my mother. Not Christopher treating mother’s stab wound from the black unicorn’s horn. No, I want to watch the replay of my parents finally confessing that they love each other. Trust me, it was obvious that they cared deeply for each other long before then, but neither was certain of the other given that they had been enemies at the start.

This is wear Dizmot proposed marrying her. And where mother, in her typical fashion, decided to do something hasty. This time it was soul bonding with Dizmot and giving him her true name. I smile, I like her true name, it’s beautiful. My grandfather gave it to her. He had plans, clearly.

I’m high up, when Jern and orc call to me to come down and drink.

Jern is with him? It may be safe for me.

I fly down then switch back to my half elven form to land. I can hear the primal drum beat. It sings to my blood…. I must remain in control.

The orc is under orders to make me a friend and to share his knowledge of Doll, otherwise known as Oceania and who was gifted a piece of his essence to assend. Interesting. A lover or a friend? She’s bonded to him now in either case. Her task is to heal Warmonger. Wow. She has her work cut out for her. I muse she must be a water Goddess. Nope, a war nature Goddess. Ok, what?

She’s a healer, so she must have been a priestess or a shaman when she was human.

Nature… so perhaps a follower of Merlay or Ylena when she was mortal. Or a hermit…. no. War doesn’t belong to a hermit. Nor to a nature Goddess. Perhaps corrupted by Warmonger given he gave her his essence…?

I’m apparently not supposed to be working on this riddle. Here, drink from this open bottle. Yeah, like I’ll drink from the same bottle that the orc drinks from. Nevermind that he’s an orc, but he’s immune to poison, though it seems Warmonger is allowing him to get drunk. He offers me a sealed bottle, that I open and sip from. He wants me to drink more, and I decline. I do not want to be drunk. He tries challenging me to a drinking contest, to which I decline. I have not consumed alcohol for almost two years and I have zero interest in being in his mercy.

I used to drink before… but it takes affect on me far too quickly now. I place the cork on the bottle and slip it into my pouch. Elven wine will be difficult to get a hold of now…. I plan on taking a few more. Havaan only drank elven wine. If we come across his feralness it may be what saves us.

I’m escorted to the heart of the party by a pyre. I play with it, causing shapes to appear in it and to burn bright and tall as the elves dance around it. I drink a little when Psyren offers me a drink. Phaeron joins us and the orc is encouraging him to drink. Jern also offers me some wine. I sip to be polite then join the elves in dance. They do not seem offended by my joining, but they do not welcome it.

I’m an outsider. Ironically, in more ways than one.

I spun out and hear Warmonger talking about a fight that could have only happened if he had been mortal too. Interesting. Perhaps he and this Oceania had been friends back then.

I move to sit near him. He pushes a bottle of wine towards me. Drink. It’s safe to relax.

Yeah? Because you’re here?

Pretty much.

I thank him again for interfering with the unicorn. He shrugs. Or if you were using me as bait, thanks for being quick enough to let me escape. Hehe snorts. I’m studying him, even though I know I won’t remember what I see like last time. I ask him a bit more about Oceania, he reminds me that I’m to relax. Gah, I haven’t been able to relax for years on me own…. literally since Strom fell. Hence grounding and meditating are difficult.

I had heard the orc asking for the location of a priestess of Oceania before I sat down, and Warmonger told him to search for one himself. So now my turn. I inquire as to being pointed in the direction of something holy to Oceania. Perhaps from when she was human. Armour, weapon, that sort of thing. I need a direct link when I’m doing the summoning. He tells me to talk to Lheare.

So, I now cannot skip out on reuniting with this woman it seems. He tells me to drink more, I do so. I can feel it taking effect and it’s making it harder to think straight. He is uncouth. Rude even. But he is approachable and oddly, I’m not threatened by him. Odd.

Perhaps he likes it when I am defiant? I recall using that tone again, but I cannot remember why.

I get up and stumble into Phaeron. I half stiffen and apologise, and half fall into him. I miss his scent. He chuckles and helps me to stand up better, but he’s also been drinking. I can see the orc trying to land himself an elven woman… there’s not enough wine for that.

Phaeron helps me back to my cabin. We talk along the way. We stumble and wind up sitting for a little bit. I remember snagging a jar of sweet nectar.

Then I wake up in a bed with a man in it. There’s a wing over me, and I’m red. I push away, and calm down when I see I’m still half dressed. My head hurts from the too much wine and not enough nectar. He stirs and we drink some of the juice. We talk about the past. We actually make jokes!

But we are both half drunk and half hungover, so we fall back into revery. I wake again, he’s petting my head and playing with my horns. Two can now play this game and without mercy I play in line with his horns’ bases. We talk more. Why are we in my bed?

He still loves me. I still love him. It seems we have a base to work upon, but I warn him it’ll take time til we are back where we were. He’s nonplussed by this. I’m worth the wait, I melt on his chest listening to his heart and his fingers find the spot that makes me super tired I fall asleep. I protest and he tells me it’ll be fine.

I’m on the sand of the arena. I can hear the crowd cheering and shouting. There’s a male planar on me, but I manage to get him on his back. We are more wrestling than fighting now. He throws sand into my eyes. I grab his throat and extend my claws. Without hesitation I try to rip it open…. and my eyes open to Phaeron gasping for air, and his hands upon mine trying to get them off. I get out of bed. I don’t make eye contact and my form shifts, not to my present guise, nor to Ameira, but to the one called Phyluvia. I don’t make eye contact as I apologise. I shouldn’t sleep. He wraps his arms about me. He tries to calm me down. I smell blood, I know this scent and I search him. I tell him to drink a potion. He’s bleeding a fair bit…

It’s still night. I can hear the drums. We talk about what I dreamt. What happened. I show him the scars I got for not waiting for the crowd to decide. It was an early fight. I was tossed in without weapon, armour or even clothing. I hadn’t wanted to fight. It was the start of living angry, and I wanted to live as living meant I could work towards escaping. I tell him about the brand upon my neck, the tattoo upon my leg. He wants to know more, and I supply the basic details. Much of what I say angers him, so I don’t give precise details. He doesn’t need to know. I go to switch topics when there’s a quiet knock upon the door. I switch faces, going to Ameira. Who’s there I challenge. No response. I creep towards the door.

If you’re Gronx, scratch once. There’s one scratch, which allows me to relax, then a second that causes me confusion then caution as my heckles rise. I hear Phaeron shifting about. I creep the door open a crack. The cabin is still.

There’s the scent familiar, the contained heat, red skin, fire dancing. A damn Efreet! I leap back and Phaeron charges as the door opens to reveal his form. Phaeron is frozen in midstep. I lunge for the Efreet, but my scimitar isn’t on me. Bloody Abyssal gnats! The elves still have it. At the same time he adjusts his monocle.

It’s that Efreet!

I stop my movement and glare at him. Unfreeze him, and get in here.

I don’t know what time of night it is. The party is still going on. But I don’t want anyone else to see him. Phaeron closes the door, but his body language clearly states he doesn’t like this Efreet, putting it lightly. He’s not an enemy, yet.

The Efreet responds, I hope to be a friend eventually. I respond not, I just grab a robe and put it on, then hand Phaeron his tunic. Modesty becomes you, the Efreet comments. I spin to level a glare and ask what he means by that. Phaeron sits and tries to pull me down to sit. I refuse and continue to stand. He’s apparently glad to see me adjusting well to my freedom. He hopes that I’m finding happiness now. It’s not malicious, how odd from one of his kind.

I reply with how can I be happy with my family missing; Gods banished or dead or something; and more enemies than years I have lived? He’s taken aback by this, and continues to talk in his calm demeanor. He’s reaffirming he means me no harm.

He came to give an update on the information I asked for. He also inquires as to Phaeron being the lover he’s heard about. I tell him none of his business and put myself between them. He dabbles in information. Lheare isn’t the only one watching us. I ask him what I’m to call him.

He smiles, Fliergen. He then asks what to call me.

Ameira. I’m going by that right now. I’ll let you know when it changes.

He agrees, then goes on to discuss the information.

  • Xystus’ advisor is a Devil. Type unknown. I inquire about true name for it,or information that can lead me to it. I figure it’ll be years before I can face it.
  • My sister was my sister, until Kayshna took over. She was a passive observer until then. So she heard my plan to bring back Pyrico, and she knows about Fliergen. Kayshna is the general of Xycas, damnit she’s been promoted. She does still work with her sister, this seems to be one of those circumstances.I think Kayshna sprung the trap too soon, or had to due to the Rite I was going to initiate. Lorelei has her soul again. But I know of a ritual to summon her soul. Two in fact. Father called Mother’s soul from the Weave…
  • He doesn’t know precisely where my brothers are. He assumes in their capitals. He does know who has them though:
    - Narm has Orous
    - Narhveer has Baelok
    - Toza has Rajiin, my worst fear a reality. The Father has his son! A son he didn’t know he had.
    My head swirls but I refuse to sink. I shake off Phaeron’s hand of support. I cannot show my weakness. It’s bad that Baelok is with Narhveer, but… a wizard savant in the hands of that Archmage…

I change focus. When is the bastard going to try again.
The latest we should leave is seven days…. I think I’ll aim for 3 or 4 days. I need to talk to the Elder about the underground city. Is it possible for the dwarves to use it? I need to talk to Jern about this idea. And Phaeron too.

Fliergen gives me heck for not hiding my signature. What was I thinking?

I hid my cohorts from their sights. But the Kabal and the Efreet are not looking for them, they are hunting for me.

I knew the Planars were, but why the Kabal. Aside from the fact I successfully brought back Pyrico. That may be why. I sigh. He makes it plainly clear if I want to remain free, I’m to learn how to hide my signature. Both in ritual and common encounters. I tell him I do not know how. He’s confident that I’ll figure it out. Gee thanks on not giving me pointers.

I admit that I need to raise up a Goddess in addition to Merlay. I would need his help in ensuring that the rituals are right. He agree to review my rituals. I thank him.

He asks if there’s anything else.

Actually, yes. I give him the names of everyone in my tribe that might be alive. I first start with the children, they’ll be about my age. Give or take. Then their parents. Blood brothers and blood sisters to my mother.

He agrees to look into them.

And he leaves. I now drop to my knees, wrapping my arms around myself now starting to process what has been going on. How can I find happiness like the Efreet wants me to when my family is suffering? Guilt. Rage. Sorrow. It mixes together for a mess of emotions and Phaeron is there trying to calm me down, telling me it’s ok,it’s going to be ok. Come back to bed and revery. I need to see this mess through, but he’s insistent.

I am tired still. I crawl back into bed. But I can’t revery. Too many thoughts. Too much emotions. I wait for Phaeron to fall into revery, then carefully slip out. I don’t bother putting my sandals on, I just keep the robe on.

I snuck out, and moved quickly away from all noise and light. I flew once I felt safe, having to take the robe off first. Modesty, my foot. There’s no shame in nudity.

I found a quiet clearing and set to work, drawing sigils for the Gods I needed.

  • Pyrico as my patron, as my family’s primary God
  • Ylena, Merlay isn’t awake and my sister has a few times spoken of feeling a drawing to the Earth Mother
  • Quillar, Orous dedicated himself to the wanderer of air
  • Siella, she is the gentle Arcane Goddess Rajiin honoured
  • Nameless, both Rajiin and I honour him
  • Druumbos, Baelok dedicated himself to lightning for how hard and fast it struck
    Of these Gods, I know that I’m gambling on three being inactive.

I offer each a gift then call to them, asking for their ear. I explain myself, my weakness, my guilt, my worry. I do not shy away from the worse of myself, and I openly dedicate myself to bringing back the Gods of my family. And others that need to be brought back. I apologise to Ylena as I hadn’t heard of her, and ask for forgiveness if I am wrong about her being Merlay’s daughter. I ask her to give comfort to my sister stuck in a soul gem no doubt, the perfect Hell for her. To assure her that I’m working towards getting her back into her body.

I talk to each of the Gods, asking them to reassure my brothers. I am back. I may be flawed and broken, but I will not stop til death and banishment take me to free them. Send them my love.

I hear a woman’s voice and turn to find her. A quick glance shows that Ylena’s gift is taken. I talk some, about my weaknesses, about family, she had once been human, and like Oceania ascended. Lheare had eyes on what I need years ago. To get Merlay back I need Oceania. Interesting… Ylena goes as far to suggest that she may be a better fit for me than Merlay, since we’re also not so distant. I’m intrigued and say such, looking forward when I finally create my sacred space dedicated to the Elements and Magic Gods. She actually approaches me and touches my head! A cool calmness comes over me, the chaos in my mind settles. I look to her with gratitude and surprise. It will last a few days, she tells me. I thank her, a few days of mental peace is a blessing.

Next, I talk to Quillar but he’s silent. Then I draw the symbol for air, in case someone in his court is around. Nameless’ voice tells me to summon Warmonger as he’s full of hot air. A distant I heard that is caught by my ears. I talk to Nameless, trying to make sense of what he says regarding Rajiin. His words make me fear for my little brother. I doubt he’s whole or sane given Nameless’ words. I ask for Nameless’ permission to set him as he was before he absorbed the dark goddess that tortured my mother. I think in a way I got it. But the song he sang about stuff and things being done to Rajiin echo in my head as he departs to take care of business elsewhere.

I talk to the Arcane Goddess who’s only response was a light glow upon the symbol I drew. Was it her? Or Nameless being cruel?

Either way, I turn to Pyrico to send my words to Orous and Rajiin. There’s warmth, and I thank him honestly for his help.

Then there’s Druumbos, the dark God of storms. I talk to him, but there’s no response. I signed, then drew Warmonger’s symbol. It actually draws him away from the party and we get to talking frankly. He wants to know why I called him to pass a message to Baelok. I point out that when Baelok is free he’s one Hell of a warrior. There’s some verbal push and pull and finally Warmonger agrees to send a message of his liking to Baelok. There’s a pause, when I ask him about it, he says God Stuff, I wouldn’t understand. I’m curious but I don’t press. After a few moments he states the message is delivered. In his way. I thank him, and he again reminds me to bring back Oceania. I agree to get it done. I still believe it’s going to be the last act I do before the orc does the Kabal’s work and take me out of play.

My task done, I thank the Gods for their attention and wipe away the traces of the communication. I pick up Druumbos’ gift as it wasn’t claimed. Then I head quickly and quietly back, feeling a lot better, even though Nameless tried to undo what Ylena did. The sky tells me I have several hours until dawn. Wow. This has been a rough night.

There are quiet snores in the cabin and I sneak into my room. I clean and warm my feet before slipping in beside Phaeron. He snuggles up and asks if I was gone. I tell him I needed air. He accepts this and bids me to rest well. I find revery very easily, and I recall the last birthday celebration we had as a family together.

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Fire Rain Down Upon The Forest
The First Quest is Complete

I awaken to something moving pass me.

I sat up slowly and watched as Daniel left the group, speaking something odd to something that flittered above and in front of him. Ah his bat. He walks further away, I look to Asra and mentally ask her to remain in case we found trouble. Send help. She chittered and slinked to where the others are. I got up and followed.

He moved quietly along, then turned down the side tunnel that Psyren and I went down before I went to revery. He continued to move along and I heard movement. I kneeled down and looked for scat and foot prints. There was some. Trouble is here.

I pulled out my scimitar and began to close the distance when suddenly a light spell was used.

Damnit! There goes my dark vision. It actually stung.

As a carrion crawler comes out to attack Daniel, I get attacked by a rust monster. It’s actually kind of cute…. but I put my scimitar away and proceed to punch it. I don’t have much in the way of metal on me, so it must be confused. I keep an eye on Daniel. He has stated repeatedly he’s squishy…

I have to finish the beastie quickly as I see Daniel’s limbs slow in their movement. I try burning it but the scales don’t catch. I kick then punched it again, the head caves in around my fist. I move to assist him but he manages to kill it himself. Good.

Daniel. You alright? I ask. He seems surprised that I’m there. I told him it’s not safe for him to wander. Then I notice Clarence, he’s somehow found us. Then I hear Jern. There’s a rust monster on Clarence, then a carrion crawler behind him, but the beastie fled. Jern is also in a fight. I elect to help Jern while Daniel went for Clarence. Clarence has fallen over. Not my concern, as I hear Daniel call him meat shield. He’ll keep the human alive.

I flew to assist Jern, but he needs it not as he beats down the crawler. I turn to look at Daniel as Jern starts that way. He’s falling over!

Oh Hells no! I fly pass Jern, and slice through the crawler’s face, dropping it. I land upon Clarence, kneeling upon his chest, I ask where he’s been. I contemplate running my blade along his throat, but it would be good to fight him. I’m putting my blade away as Jern intercedes on his behalf. I agree with his council and turn to study Daniel.

Poor Catling. I search my pouch for a cure to the paralysis. I have 4 such vials. I carefully pour one down Daniel’s throat. I don’t want to drown him. The potion takes affect and he’s able to talk. Words are spoken and I almost smack the bat that flew out of his cloak. I apologise to Daniel when he says it’s his familiar. He oddly says it’s okay and that he’ll burn or cut Jeff. Very odd. I help him to stand, watching him for after affects.

I look back to Clarence. Daniel vouches for him…. doesn’t mean much. Jern then vouches for him. That means more. We can’t leave him. We must take him back. Jern takes his feet, I take his arms. We pack him back and place him well within our camp.

Osozo makes inquiries and I repeat what I know, and leave it at that. I trust Jern to watch Clarence and take action if necessary. I look at the egg. I pet it gently. I ask Jern and Gronx who’s turn it is to carry the egg. Jern says it’s his, but Gronx smiles and takes it. I return the smile. The fight has cleared my sight and hearing. This is good.

We break camp and begin to hasten to travel. I’m leading the way. No problem, no sights, no smells of blood. It’s good to be in darkness. I do not hesitate to take paths.

I have him. He’s bleeding. He’s barely lucid. And damn he’s heavy. I’m dragging him with me, we have to get away. I’m running. Running as fast as I can. The tunnels are so dark. I can’t see, my magic so weak from the blood loss, but I managed to cast light when we left. But outside the light I see nothing.

He’s after me!

I shift Chang to better hold him. I stumble, I roll. Something has me! I can’t see it, but I feel it. I try and break free. I try to cast magic missile, but my blood is too weak. Nothing happens and then I’m stabbed. I scream in pain, I fight it off, and I move to grab Chang and get out of here. I pull and drag him up into standing, then I pull him to start stumbling forward with me. I will not leave him to be tortured to death by that beast!

I crash into something. I roll with it, Chang gets tossed and I again get him to his feet. There’s nothing there. I get moving again. Then something cuts deep into my back and I fall forward. I smell blood. My blood. The beast approaches and kicks Chang hard, I hear his ribs break. He comes to me and grabs me by my hair…. the fangs. The fangs lead to red drenched darkness.

My hair is over my face. I’m not moving. There’s voices. My arms dangle and there is something hard pressing into my stomach. Something has my legs.

Someone is carrying me! I stiffen as old fears rise, and something no someone is dropped then gasping for air. I try to get myself dislodged and I’m brought about to face the Brokki who holds me by my arms. I struggle to get down, get away, break free. I bring my feet up and try to kick myself away from him. But he holds tight and brings me in to a crushing embrace.

No no no his voice is quiet, but the arms are strong. I can’t flex my way out. I can’t squirm. His neck is exposed.

I shift my teeth. I bite deep and try to tear a chunk. I’m not going back!

I’m dropping. But he’s hold me. There’s a pause them a gruff curse… then darkness as air leaves my lungs and pain sparks my head.

The floor is hard, dusty. My back and arms hurt. My head aches. I try and keep still, try and see through the pain. A warmth glows through me. Gronx? No it’s too general. Not a spell then, likely a potion. There’s quiet. Who gave me a potion? My memories are still. I rub my head. Why does it hurt? I get up slowly and look around. I’m in an ancient building, made of crystalline stone, carved with vines, leaves and birds. Beautiful. It’s empty save for a shape sat about seven feet from me. My head whips back and I straighten, ignoring the ache and pains I feel. I look at the being. It’s a man, but before I can bolt I realise he’s Phearon. But I don’t relax.

What have I done? My memories are still but jumbled. He asks me how I feel, I tell him I’m fine. He saw my pain though and insists I drink another potion. After arguing he wins.

We talk, for a long while. He tells me what happened, what I did. I sigh.

I’m segregated then. They’ve decided to be done with me then. The thought stung, but it made sense. I was still unruly and impulsive, not to mention that I have a slippery hold on reality.

He seemed taken back and told me he brought me here to talk to me. Selfish reason he admits. He’s keeping his features friendly. They eyes when I meet them are sad, confused, hopeful and caring.

Talking was hard. Part of me wanted to talk, another part wanted to run. I forced myself to talk. I tried to tell him about where I have been. What happened, but it angered him. I decided to stop talking, clearly the wrong topic. I asked him instead how was he alive. He crept closer when I gave him a slight nod. I missed him very much, but I kept to myself. I couldn’t touch him… I could lose it. I found out how it was he is alive. His mother probably had placed a magic item on him and got a group of people to unbury him. They stayed low in Strom while my siblings and I fled. Malek is stuck in beast form and feral. Havaan is on a war path to slaughter anyone he crosses. Great. The last of the Triple Threat have gone mad.

He tells me more about where we’re going to go after Pyrico hatches. It’s underground. Great. I have to endure more time under the earth. Perhaps by the time we get to the dwarf strongholds I’ll be over my dislike. Maybe though unlikely. Give me something to fight and I can do it.

I ask him why he doesn’t hate me. After all, I abandoned him. He flatly refuses to admit that I did or have done anything that would cause him to hate me. He still calls me Prae-kor. I almost melt. I tell him about being gone for 2 years, instead of the 9 that has passed. He suggests theories which scare me. I don’t want to dwell on them. Talking comes easier, but his touch….. I understand that he’s trying to get me to relax like he used to, but…. not like that. It’s too much. He lets go of my head, but continues to pet me gently. That even proves hard to allow and he stops. I can feel the frustration and the anger, not at me but at something beyond me. He wants to hunt down and kill the ones who did this to me.

I tell him about how Gronx decided to force his friendship on me by not forcing himself. He protected me as best as he could given his rank and privileges. I tell him about how Sslith’lac became a friend, how Psyren forced me to accept her company. He asked me if she and I were lovers, I told him I made that choice as it was safe. It was always men who were interested in hurting me, from free men to fellow gladiators. I mention the kind guard, the one who knew the truth of our secret. I mention the elven healer who I convinced to cheat. The wizard who warded the cell…. There are others amongst the gladiators, I realise who watched my back when Gronx was too injured to leave bed.

I turn to my plans regarding my time upon the Prime. After Pyrico’s hatching, figure out the means to awaken the elves then try and make allies of them. As Lheare originally wanted me for my ritual use, she may like having allies who do different form of ritual magic. I may travel to this place that they want us to go, or I may not as my honour exists not. I explain to him that I need to center and ground and that it may take days. I had told Jern that I will go through the mines to liberate the slaves there as well as seek information up in Merlay, heck any of the missing gods. He guessed that I intend to bring back more gods to which I agreed. He laughs, I didn’t change much then, aiming to work on goals too big to succeed, yet finding a way to do so.

But I have a limited time until I’m taken away. He has much to say on this. He doesn’t understand the threat fully…. I push pass it and explain the ritual and the locks my maternal grandfather placed upon the memories. It seems I can’t fully access rituals that are above my ability. Drynarlyn had very protective tendencies towards family it seems. So I think suicide by ritual will be nigh impossible unless it’s interrupted. But the rituals I do have access to will allow me to form a tribe….

At a point he remarks about being denied seeing me in my natural form. I’m hesitant. Does he really know what he’s asking? It takes me many heartbeats to get up. I turn my back to him and take my clothing off. I then shift, in this form, I cannot hide the scars. I lay bear the tale of what happened to me, from the floggings I received, to the blows that almost killed me, from blows that almost took my arm, to the tattoos I never asked for. I turn slowly to show him all. I tell him about how I got some scars. But again his face is clouded by anger, so I face quiet, his eyes scouring my body.

He’s quiet. Uncomfortably quiet. Finally, I pick up my dress and slip it back on as I return to my Ameira face, disappearing most of the scars. He finally spoke, you are still beautiful. I don’t meet his eyes. I don’t see the beauty in my marred flesh. It’s worse than flaws, the marks are reminders of what hell I’ve been through. I say nothing. There are no words.

Have you spoken to Fyraiia about removing the brand? I shake my head. I don’t know how I’ll react to magic being used upon me. Instead I tell him I’m not comfortable around Toza’s former apprentice.

There is much that we have to talk over, but it’ll take time. Again, my nemesis raises its head.

There’s a knock upon the door and it swings open. Jern pokes his head in, and he asks if there’s something I want to talk to him about. His eyes are upon Phearon, and he walks in.

He’s assessing the situation, and conversation is difficult again. We stumble as we move through the motions of conversing. Eventually it turns to what I saw that caused me to run.

The memory was my mother’s. She had Chang who was seriously hurt, he could have healed himself but mother was too weak to give up the amount of blood needed I’m sure. She had taken Chang and fled. Not for the first or last time, to get away from the one tormenting her: Pronkar. I now know fully why mother was always worried when he was around. All he did was drain her to near death, put a potion in her and do it again to torture Chang. I tell them that she was mostly unconscious through the town, so there is quiet here. Up on the surface there are mostly happy memories, except the Kabal had been waging war with the elves. I try to tell them about the shadow hounds,but Jern stops me to ask about when mother was here. He seems surprised.

Phearon is surprised that I still am fond of Pronkar. The vampire never did me harm, he instead saved my brother and I when we were infants and they tried to steal us. He guarded us, I think because mother guarded his nephew, after saving him from pirates who had enslaved him.

Jern speaks about what happened to him. Did he almost die before getting here? Explosions and white flashes sound ominous. Before we can discuss this further I hear the sound of moving armour.

The rest of the group finally arrives. I’m silent and fall in behind them looking at the buildings. Beautiful, what would have driven the elves underground? When? How many eons ago did the event happen?

I move towards the tallest building which is in the center. Jern agreed it was a good position to take being in the center and having a full view. A question was raised as to which tunnel lead to the elven village. I pointed it out.

There’s a fountain, it’s dried up. The flower beds are dead. Pity. I wish I could peak at what it used to look like. Maybe when my magic is stronger I can call upon the past’s echoes… perhaps the dwarves we rescue will like being here? I’ll have to talk to Jern, and the elves.

Watches are set up and I move to a different floor from the group, but find some members up with me. I set a low burning fire to keep the egg warm and slip into the magic flow to commune with the egg to learn the next step. It’s more feelings and fleeting images, but I believe it’s to be at the top of the very tower we are in. I see the plan and slowly find my senses…. and Daniel is seated beside me, watching intently.

Hello, I say to him. His curiosity seems to be killing him as he gets talking. First apologising for stabbing me, he offers a dagger to stab him back, which I decline. I’m not sure the game he’s trying to play at. He then goes on about ritual work, and learning how to do it. I ask him what’s in it for me.

That stops him right there. He’s interested in the magic up in Gronx. Course he is. He acts like prey at times, making me wonder what cruelties have been visited upon him. He talks and I hold a hand up. I remind him that he betrayed me to people we knew not. Trust needs to be earned and there is none between us. Not the type to convince me to take him as a student. It’s part and parcel to my culture, my people, and my family. Would he respect the tradition? Or use it to burn a forest down?

I’ll allow him to figure things out, then Princess Floofypants makes hers and Jern’s presence known. We talk a bit, then Clarence is brought down by her mental voice. Jern teases him about going insane, and I bring him up to date on the sentient warhammer. I begin thinking about how to build the pyre, and the airflow here. There is oddly a breeze, so, again what was this place used for? A refuge?

I come back to the present as Clarence congratulates me. I ask him for what and he approves of the lack of murder and avoiding the archmage. I’m taken back. This is the man I bit, the human that I wanted to cut the throat of…. I’m not sure of what to say. So I say nothing.

I tell those who are awake of what’s needed. And they jump up, ready to go get ancient doors and hot burning minerals for the next step of the ritual. They are excited. Even Psyren who doesn’t approve of ritual work as it can be fatal. Again, I am surprised. Clarence, after asking about what type of cult this is even goes to help and Gronx is taking the egg up to the top. Perhaps we can get this done without waking the others or setting off the orc’s warning rod. I head up and begin to draw the runes and circles upon the roof. They are similar to what I wrote to summon the egg, but are more focused on focusing the flow of energy, charging and purifying it. I saw some of them while in commune. I can feel the air flow here, this is good. The others bring the wood, Jern takes my lead with the mineral powder, and he has found himself a makeshift drum. I shall have to secure him a true drum at some point.

He beats a pattern, I take lead. And the others join in as the mood takes them. We dance and move, setting into a trance and the energy grows. I feel the precise point to ignite the pyre which ignites the runes and circles. Fire flows around us, and then propels itself out and back in when it hits the outer wall. I stop to watch as the egg breaks open and a small phoenix comes out with a screech. The great firebird grows rapidly and flies straight above us to sound his call again. I don’t realise that I’m on my knees til I move to follow my patron out. He swoops for the tunnel that leads for the elf village. I get up and leap off the building and become aware of two important facts: a) I’m naked, I don’t know when that happened, and b) I’m in my natural form. I fly swiftly, keeping up to his tail feathers. We hit surface quickly and I land on a tall tree’s branch. Pyrico again sounds his challenge above the forest and the flow of magic that comes is to guard and protect, then to destroy. Fire falls from the sky, from his wings and body, not burning the trees but destroying that which doesn’t belong. Puffs of smoke rise up in countless places.

An angry scream catches my attention and I turn to where the gods were fighting. Trees are moving, light is being shot and rage gives birth to defiance before the evil flees. Between Warmonger and Pyrico, I doubt that the foul one had a chance.

I turn again to see trees turning green, blossoms blooming, and Pyrico flying to wear I stand. I move to bow my head, but he’s already bowing to me! My patron acknowledged me! I want to laugh, I want to leap, I instead drop to a knee and place a hand upon my heart. It is great to see him again.

With a final call, he turns and flies away, I watch until he’s out of sight. I don’t chase after him this time. Instead I leap off the branch and fly towards the village, when I hear noise. I land on a new branch and spy upon moving elves. They are out of stasis! I want to take a form that resembles my mother and speak to some, but I’m naked.

I believe that they have certain celebrations where nudity is ok, but first meeting is not one. I instead fly back to the tunnel, being careful to not be seen and fly back to everyone. I’m happy! I’m excited! My first quest is successful! Pyrico is back! There is hope. I may survive this.

I almost crash into Clarence and veer up and barrel roll above them. I swoop and twist in the air, and Jern calls to me. I fly down and above him and talk quickly. He begroans not being able to witness and I smile. I call some fire to me and replay all that I witnessed for those gathered. Jern curses his short legs.

I fly up and off, telling him I need to get redressed and back into my human guise. I need to gather the shell fragments. They will be useful.

Today is the start of something. We did the first step!

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Jern Staalbred: Journal - Pt. 16
In which we finally actualize intention.

Wake up suddenly from something bouncing off my face. Ameira’s ferret is there dancing around my head. Take a look around and see that no one else is here. Not sure why I was left here, wherever the others went, but that mystery can be left for later. Confirm as best I can with the gesturing of a little weasel that I’m to follow.

Charge through the tunnels as I’m lead, before I start hearing the sounds of combat.

Find my allies at arms against a Rust Monster. Quickly buckle up my cloak, and wrap Princess Floofy Pants up in one of my spare shirts as I charge in.

I run past Clarence, who is apparently here now. Suddenly something strikes at me from behind. We’ve been snuck up upon and flanked by a set of corpse collectors. Been a while since I’ve seen one of those. Crush the one by me to the floor, and charge after Clarence, who had already succumbed to their paralytic bullshit.

Ameira flies in quick-like and ends the second one. She drops down onto Clarence’s chest and threatens his life. I tease him a bit and remind her that it’s hard to question that which cannot answer.

Jeff; Daniel’s Bat that is distinctly not a Crow, but is distinctly an ass; makes an ass of himself.

Pick up Clarence in a fireman’s carry and bring him back to camp.

He wakes up, we try to explain what’s been going on. After some brief exposition, he goes around and introduces himself.

Food is passed out by Jorn. He refuses not to honorific Ameira, despite her complaints. The food’s pretty damn tasty at least.

We pack up and head on our way. Gronx packing the egg as he is wont to do.

As Clarence lost his armour against the rust monster, we have him try on the glamored breastplate. It fits.

As we continue through the tunnels, Ameira suddenly takes off ahead of us, followed quickly with Daniel. None of the rest of us have a chance to catch up.

Suddenly we hear Ameira screech. I charge down the tunnel in that direction. Another scream. Hear shouts of fighting, casting, and general arguing.

By the time we get to where they fighting, they’d already taken off. Continue the pursuit. Eventually catch up to where Daniel is sitting on the ground panting and bleeding, and Ameira is on the ground. Psyren has apparently whipped her unconscious.

Psyren indicates that Ameira’s memories were catching up with her. Hallucinations or some such. Clarence carries the two and we move on.

The day progresses and eventually we decide it’s time to find a place to rest. I recall that at the previous fork, the opposite path seemed to lead into a cave. Might be worth checking out.

We get back, I head in, and yeah, I think I was right. The cave opens to a cliff face, with stairs leading down to a huge stone city. Quick recconaissance indicates the city is clear. We head down, Ameira unconscious in Phearon’s arms. I call for everyone to reconvene in the center, and go after them.

We all reconvene, figure out where everyone’s going to sleep, set up watches that can keep an eye on all the exits/entrances. A bit of time to settle and discuss indicates that this was once an elf city. Abandoned for ages. No travel in/out for many decades. Still.

Wake up to Princess trying to wake me up. Apparently Daniel called me slow while I was sleeping. Pfft. Oh well.

Come downstairs and out into the decided common area. Call out Daniel for equating himself with the Orc. Princess begins harassing Clarence out of his own sleep. Take the piss a bit when he comes down complaining of voices telling him to kill. We gather the supplies we need from the city and the flammables we need from the walls and doors.

Ritual begins while everyone else sleeps. Ameira indicates that it should take Much less time. Get the rythym going.

Few hours pass, she sets her rapier down by the egg, and shit explodes. Flames everywhere, and Pyrico erupts from his egg. He begins growing, and immediately books it off towards the one path that leads out. It’s not the kind of sight you can describe properly, nor is it the kind that can ever dull in memory.

Before I have the time to properly unpack what just happened, Ameira takes flight and charges after our God reborn. I pick up Clarence, who was all fucked up from the ritual, let out a call that we’re on the move, and chase after.

Before I even get out of the tunnel, we’re met again by Ameira. Everything is done, and Pyrico has left. FUCK. I wanted to see that shit. Fortunately she was able to replicate it in miniature with the flames. Witnessing what he did through the flames only enflames my irritation at having not gotten to see it with my own eyes. It’s not often I curse my stature.

We head back down towards the city. Ameira is clearly ecstatic. I comment on it jokingly. Of course she’s gonna be. Her one true god is awake, and is cleansing his forest. I express my pleasure at having been a part of it. It finally feels like we’ve actually got a chance at fixing whatever happened to this world, and our path is laid out ahead of us. Ally ourselves with the Elves. Find and release my kin from their prisons. Determine and ritualize Malaar’s magical hot spots. Continue.

Our efforts are paying off.

It feels good.

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Inconsistencies

I awaken to Jeff smacking my face with his wings. Prattling on about me needing to see something. I’m half asleep, I follow. The caves are dark, too dark. I clench the dagger harder and start complaining at Jeff.
I’m too tired to realize we’ve walked further than 20 feet from the original point. That’s the range of Jeff’s abilities.
“Looking for something shiny” he says.
I’m too tired to realize that he can’t tell if something’s shiny in the dark.
Too many thoughts, they’re all too loud. I WILL FUCKING CUT YOU JEFF!

light up my dagger. Attacked. Strike back.. no make yourself harder to hit Dar’jhir. Always defend first.
It’s still striking. Blur. Still striking. I promise to mutilate Jeff for this. Burn it. It’s slippery. If it was controllable I’d enjoy owning some of these. My bodies a little stiff. Magic missile. Dodge this you fucking worm.

I hear noise. It’s Clarence. He’s useful. Convenient.
“Daniel” I cringe at my slave name. Ameira approaches, general concern?
No she’s a threat to us. There’s a lot of noise but they all agree that she’s a threat. She has too many people willing to serve her. Untouchable. No we’ve seen it, the chinks. They’re there. Just need to exploit them.

Clarence goes down. Damn I like his protection. Go to aid. I go down. Jeff help.
……im so mutilating you.
Apparently Jeff has developed an attitude. Should probably find out why. No he’s the familiar. He obeys.
I’m helped up by ameira. The threat.
Clarence is carried back. I enjoy having him back. He’s something familiar in this hell hole. This CAGE. No, no cage.

I sift through the imprints. Each one has a different tone. They’re become more frequent. More extreme. This is worrisome and troublesome.

We continue. So many thoughts. Too many.
The threat bolts for it. NO! No no no no no. We need her to get out of here! I’m told to chase. I do. God is this tiring. But I will not be left in this fucking hole! Tackle. Barely hanging on.
Try to snap her out of it, stab with The dagger. OH GOOD GOD! Oh this heavenly scent, every hair standing up as a wicked smile crosses my face. Blood. Oh it’s been so long since it’s gotten personal. A spell usually works. Mmm mmm. I hold back a laugh somehow. I make false apologize as I stab again. Oh fuck mmm shivers through every part of my body. NO!!!! We need her. I pull myself back to reality. Try a headbutt. Doesn’t work. She gets away. I chase. We collide. Chase. She’s whipped. I sit on ameira.
I sift through my thoughts as I wait. We can’t kill her but we might remove her from our little game. Attack her psyche, destroy her mind.
Others arrive. We continue.

I am dropped while sleeping. Can’t breath can’t breath can’t breath oh good god. Clarence is bit. Karma.
Go into town. I nap. Confront ameira about mental state. Splendid she’s vulnerable. Easy target now. Need to eliminate before I recreate the world.

New world. Which one of us decided this……… who knows, regardless we all seem to be on board. Shocking.

I ask mindless questions. Ritual magic. She’s able to do it. Seems useful. I ask to learn. Asked what she gets in return. Loaded question she knows I have nothing. Pull some crap about not having a backup. Denied. Trust is needed. Learn gronx’s symbols are ritual. Needed. The threat is now an asset. It’s worth that risk.

I’ll have to let the inconsistencies continue like before.

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The Adventures of Princess Floofy Pants and Sidekick! Part II
Why Won't You LOVE ME????

Princess’ Log
Sillydate: Anyr 3, 6A 13

More bitching happens. No one asks me my benevolent opinion. Feel slighted. They don’t understand my magnificousness.

Get moving again. Still some complaining and arguing.

Ugly Dead Things attack! Band together to fight! Everyone except me……. :(

Had enough. Bitch at Sidekick! Complain about Younger, Sexier model. Damned trollop!

Sidekick seems angry! I needed food, afterall! Why’d he leave something so yummy so close if it wasn’t for me? It’s not like the cloak is gone…….

Scowley, Horny, Winged guy arrives! Sidekick could take him…….

…….with my help.

……………..only with my help.

We’re off! Travel travel. Such hard work!

And we stop for darker dark time.

Crazy Devil Lady wants to study me! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Voice my displeasure. She gets sassy with me. I think she’s trying to move in on Sidekick.

Displeased.

Get through to Sidekick. Make him understand how Special I am. How important my food was.

Princess’ Log
Sillydate: 6A Anyr 4, 13

More travelling. No fighty-fights. No chance to see if Sidekick truly saw error of his ways.

Get to a spooky cave. Looks spooky. Not sure I want to go in….

We go in! It’s an Adventure!!!!

Travel according to Scary Devil Lady’s directions, until she doesn’t know the way. Sidekick takes over.

Good Sidekick!

Stop for the night. Talk more. BOOOOOOOOOOO-riiiiiiiiiiing……..

Scary Devil Lady is scared. Huh… New Name!

Scared-y Devil Lady goes to talk to Dark and Brooding. Talk for a while. Then talks to Hussy Lady. Then talks to Big-O Man.

Boring stuff. Bleh.

Sleep time. Maybe Fighty-Fight tomorrow!

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Time. There is never enough time!
I see blood when there's none, I hear screams when there's silence

I disrupted their plans.

I had to. We cannot corrupt Pyrico. We must not.

Amazingly, but unsurprisingly they argue. Shadow, it seems does not care about corrupting the god. Or even changing the world to something better. Why is she even in the Resistance? Is she a plant to spread discord? She seems to think it’s okay to wipe out an entire people. It’s okay to sacrifice my friend.

No, it is not.

I must remember, life is precious to Pyrico. Even orcs? I’m not sure on that one, given the long standing fued between them and Pyrico’s followers. But we argued and I was asked if I own Psyren.

I was a slave. She was a slave.
We escaped.
I care for her, but I need not a person that I care about sacrificing themself for me. Again. No, not again. Never again.

I wish for the impossible.

I elect instead to walk in the necessary direction. I have the egg. I am charged with safeguarding it by my God of Flames and Hope. We need a better world. We need hope. I need hope. To the Stygian River with these who care not.

I’m stressed, the memories are mixing up. I’m talking like my mother.

We travel, we bicker. I will set the fire in the cave to hatch Pyrico. They can depart. Fire needs air. Gods know I have been strangled enough times that I should be able to survive this. If not….. well, I wonder which plane I will awaken upon. With some luck it won’t be the realm of fire. Or Shadow. Dear Gods, not where that thing is. I’m hunted enough.

I am doomed.I know this, I accept it. I wonder who gets me, a ritual misstep, the Kabal, or the Efreet bastard. I let it out that I can’t die. Stupid me. I need to keep my words in my head. Now I’m a quasi demon thing. I’m now an it. Someone suggested that I’m a pseudodemon. I distract them with mentioning that my father had a pseudodragon for a familiar.

I use the memories of my mother and father of this forest. I know a lot thanks to them, but the emotional taint…. it’s growing stronger. Mother was severely wounded, bleeding, dragging her friend who laid on the edge of death through the unseen path that I’m seeking. Her emotions are strong, her thoughts though are focused: get to the island. That focus is what makes this easier, ironically. It makes it harder for me to keep to the here and now.

I need to ground. I need to meditate. I need days of safety to do it right.

I need to bathe.

Can I do both at the same time? Not likely.

I need to find time to do these things.

We would have been ambushed by ghasts and ghouls, except Shadow warned us. The fight wasn’t difficult and it was made easier by the presence of a priest, the halfling, I really should talk to him. And the orc. Their energy channeling destroyed the undead. Perhaps the orc is a good orc? Right, and the Prime isn’t vast with multiple realms and worlds in it.

Daniel is outraged by my destroying the ghast that was eyeballing him. He wanted it for a pet. I told him it would eat him if he wasn’t a necromancer. I had to stop myself from telling him how precisely to make undead that would be his to control. He’s favouring the Resistance members more and more, he’ll be their responsibility to teach. Part of me is relieved. Attachments form when one takes on a pupil. I already have a bond with a member of this party who wasn’t an expendable slave for amusement. That’s enough. For now, yes. For later? Probably a yes too. I’m living here on borrowed time. And wasting most of it with people who do not care to try and right wrongs…. though the undead hunter may be worthy to know. He knows who is making ghouls and ghasts.

I was going to check out what items of magic there was when I heard a familiar voice that I haven’t heard out of revery for 4 years. He’s not seen me for 11. Damn the chronomancer or God who felt the need to push me forward in time. I feel ill. There’s a pit in my stomach, and I turn to look and move behind Jern to hide my scimitar and put it away. I want to become smaller. I want to run and hide. Duties. I must focus on those.

He’s in his true form…. when did he grow horns? His wings have grown larger. More stronger…. He has almost died, judging by the scar on his throat. Is he enemy? Or their friend? Osozo inclines his head.

Their ally then, potentially of rank. Of course of rank, his aunt is their leader. Daniel requests to know what way to go, and I tell him. I want to go with him. I want to be elsewhere. I betrayed this man… the memory, my memory forces its way up. I’m fighting two who have turned, Phearon is at my back. The drone of casting begins but I’m too busy to locate the caster to interrupt the spell. There’s a huge explosion above behind me. The castle wall falling, I’m shoved away. I register the wall as I roll into a defensive crouch. The cloud of dust from the debris. Where’s Phearon? Another explosion, I’m getting back up and have to defend myself. Toza’s voice casting another attack spell, yay! I see Toza. He sees me. The spell is ice based. I move to hide from him before it’s completed, where I was standing is covered with ice. Where’s Phearon? My eyes travel the rubble. I have to dig for him! I hear Toza’s chanting. The bricks are huge. There’s no way. But he might be. Toza tosses a bolt of electricity into a group of loyalists. My twin cries out in pain. He’s been stabbed. I can feel his pain. His worry. He’s losing blood fast. I look back to the ice covered bricks, there’s no way he could have survived.

I thought he was dead.

I had to leave. My brothers and sister were somewhere in the city and needed to get out. My twin was injured. I had to get to him. He couldn’t stop the bleeding and continue to defend himself at the same time.

I left Phearon for dead.

I began to mourn him, after nearly four years not letting him go…. I had no time beforehand to assess that he’s gone until it was forced upon me. No, pointed out. Much like now, I had no time to do what I needed to do.

I keep out of Phearon’s sight, studying the ghast that Daniel. It was spawned from another. It’s clean, in theory. I identify that that one is from Xarr, well what once was Xarr, the other a local potentially. I study another one, a ghoul this one. It too was a spawn. Stupid vile necromancer allowing their creations to wander around killing and turning people. Anger quietly courses through me.

There are questions asked, I answer out of hand as no one else does. I realise too late that it’s Phearon’s voice. I can see Phearon looking at me, studying me. My voice may be different but they way I talk is the same. I ask Jern to look after the egg as soon as Phearon asks who’s in charge. Gronx picked it up and gave Jern a solid nod. This is good. I depart saying I need to ensure Daniel is on the correct path. I climb a tree to run along the thick branches. Once I’m far from sight, I shift and take flight, dropping branches to mark the path. I stop to mark where they need to turn, then I go after Daniel.

He had gone too far. I find him easily.

He’s being odd. I need him to back track, but he has no interest in frolicking. Is he ill? He has no interest in fire butterflies, dragonflies, and the barest interest in frogs. Those were interesting to mimic the real movements. We make it back before the others arrive. Before I can think of how to entertain Daniel he sinks into meditation. Good idea. Asra guards while I meditate. I don’t get nearly enough done, but I’m a little grounded when Psyren comes down and plants a kiss on me. It startles me to awareness and I may have grabbed her hair and pulled a bit hard…. but the smile tells me it’s ok. I kiss her back deeply, letting go of the hair after I draw her down. I help her back up, she in turn helps me up.

I motion the direction and start.

How far now?

Seven hours stumbling run, I reply.

It takes us to after nightfall to make just over halfway there. The orc and I find a suitable place to rest. He set down a rod of alarm, I studied it and told him he has no excuse for calling me evil. And I proceeded to threaten him should he call me evil ever again.

Perhaps not a wise action.

I fall into revery after telling my friends that I’ll teach them Stromic when I awaken. It’s nice resting near a small fire, even though Phearon is across from me. I’m curled around the egg, my traveling cloak over us, as I hadn’t been able to get my hands on a blanket or even a sleeping roll.

I awaken to see that Phearon has moved on. Good. The orc settles to sleep, Fyriia is still in revery. Odd for an elf to need more than four hours. I quietly begin teaching my friends Stromic through Shyykish.

Then this horrible, annoying, high pitched sound begins. I can hear it acutely over Jern’s snoring. My ears twitch to locate it better then my head turns to look at the source.

The orc.

How in the name of the Fell is it possible for him to snore like that!

I try to ignore it. I focus on the lesson, they should learn what the Resistance members speak. But it is beyond annoying. I search my pouch for something to stop him. A cork, a gag, a scroll of silence (apparently I have one), I couldn’t think of anything else. The scroll… too valuable to use. I snatch a stone and look at him. I throw it at his head, hoping to wake him up so he stops, yet this loud alarm sounded. I forgot about the damn alarm rod!

I get yelled at by everyone. The orc looks very smug then rolls back to sleep.

I didn’t want to travel with them to begin with. I put out my fire, carefully move the egg, and set up well on the outskirts of their camp. As dawn approaches I leave the egg in Gronx and Sslith’lac’s care to go and scout the path. It takes me a fair while, i misstep, well, misfly the way a couple of times and have to backtrack a few times. I find the cave entrance and check for magic auras. It seems clean. I turn around and head back to the others. I really don’t want to go back, but I left the egg there.

When I get back, the orc brushes pass me. The elf passes by me, the aura is cold.

I will leave at first chance.

The travel is quiet, strained, and just…. Phearon at least ignores my presence. I correct course occasionally, they don’t bicker with me. When we arrive at midday, I now search for traps, it’s been years since anyone has been through here. The orc gets impatient and walks pass me again.

I don’t exist. This is a change.

I think I prefer it.

We get traveling down then he stops and wants to know the lay of the island, so he can ransack it. I argue against showing, and he tries to push that if I had honour… which I pointed out I do not. He said as much. I know as much. But he continues to press, and finally I decide to do not, more to get him away from me. Too damn close.

I purposely shrunk some of the important buildings to keep them safe. It’s beyond rude to take whatever is left from a sleeping people who when one awakens them somehow, one hopes for them to be allies. Seems everyone wants a piece of loot as they gathered to look over the 3D map.

Even Phearon.

Once everyone is done studying I put out the flames and continue on. Some of the way becomes fuzzy to me. The emotional interference is intense. And I can feel us going down deeper.

I don’t like going down, so I keep quiet, speaking only to point out the correct path at intersections.

Sometimes I see the hallways with smears of blood, where mother leaned to catch her breath, or where she used the angle to get Chang back on his feet. There’s blood droplets on the cavern floor occasionally. Sometimes I see what’s really there, old dusty stone. Dust moves under our passage. I can’t smell anything foul, but thanks to the nose stud I wear, I won’t be able to anyways.

We get to an intersection that I can’t see. I’m not here, I’m then. Mother isn’t sure if her friend can last any longer. He doubts it and tells her weakly to leave him. Rage. Sorrow. Fear. And more rage dominant this branch. I’m asked a question, it brings me back. I look, the question is asked again. I admit quietly that I cannot see and ask Jern for help.

We go his way. It’s correct. The memory overlays are still happening. The presence of all the stone is becoming stronger. The open sky is behind us, but I cannot go that way. Not until my god is back.

I do not know how far we go before someone calls for us to rest.

Jern helps set up the alarm rod. I look around. It’s a long corridor. The orc goes for one end of the corridor. I move away to the back to keep far from his snoring. I would have gone farther but Gronx stops me. He sits down and pulls me into his lap to hug me. I protest even though I know he’s trying to reassure me. Psyren sits beside us and runs her hand upon my leg. Then Jern joins us. Sslith is on the outskirts, watching.

We talk just barely above a whisper. I see quickly that they are all trying to get me to relax. To keep me to the now. I tell Jern loosely about why I don’t like being underground. I fought and stole food from a higher ranking gladiator. I ate some and hid the rest. The punishment was getting tossed down a pit that is too tiny to sit down in. And left there for a time without food or water, with the time becoming longer after each offense.

Jern speaks of his childhood, then the minerals overhead. I cast spark and move fire carefully to where he indicates, keeping it dim. But even then, the sparkle is beautiful. He talks about the constellations they form, clan kings having certain veins cut out and inlaid in their throne room. It sounds beautiful. He then talks about how some burn well.

An idea.

It’s nice. I say as much. We turn to now. The situation.

I want to leave. The only reason their leader wants me is because I can do ritual magic which their mages lost access to. The high king has all the knowledge, which I doubt. He didn’t have it all nine years ago. I doubt he has it all now. Just most of it.

We talk about Phearon. He’s staring at me from across the way. Jern shifts to put himself in the way. I tell him of our history. It was good after all. I admit to using the memories while I was enslaved. They were my escape.

I’m afraid. He either hates me for what I’ve done. Or he will try and touch me, maybe embrace me….. I cannot handle either at present. Which may have sounded odd to Jern but he didn’t give any indication. I am able to sit where I am because Gronx spent nearly a year gaining my trust, treating me well, and being a good friend when I hadn’t realised I needed one.

I don’t tell him that. He doesn’t need to know.

I instead ask Jern to run interference if Phearon tries to talk to me. I need time.

I always need time! Time to take in and sort the memories of pain and sorrow Sslith’lac gave me, time to calm the memories stirring from my line, even as I evoke them to figure out how to solve the present situation, time to ground, time to adjust to what’s around me. I’m constantly moving!

I was chased on the Plane of Shadow. I had to get here and invoke the ritual. Now I must safeguard my God’s vessel and see that he hatches without corruption. And I travel with people who care not about his purity, or the desire of making allies out of the sleeping elves. They do ritual magic too!

I will be free when they awaken.

Jern yawns and blinks a bit, I tell him he should turn in. I promise him I won’t leave without him. I name him formally as friend.

Can I make him a blood brother? Or teach him enough of my ways to indict him as a tribe member?

He offers his hand to me, also naming me friend. I actually grasp it without hesitation. I trust and respect you, I tell him. It’s very important to do so.

Our talking slows down and I bid him to rest, which he does so.

But I cannot. The underground now begins to weigh in me. Gronx lays down and bids me to rest. We instead talk. He has a couple if new gestures thank have to guess their meaning until I get it right. We talk about Phearon and the emotions I have. He doesn’t think it’s a good idea to leave. And he strongly disagrees that I’m a horrible person. Psyren comes behind me and begins to talk.

She tells me to come with her and excuses us by telling Gronx it’s girl talk. We head off to a turn and talk. She wants to do more than talk, but I’m not in the mood. She tries to tell me to go and talk to Phearon. I explain to her the whys, she counters with how he looks at me. I tell her to drop it, which she tells me she will if I don’t leave the group. To try and talk to them. Right. All we do is argue and bicker.

Psyren shifts to talk about Gronx. We talk for a bit more, and I admit that I know his feelings for me. She presses to figure out my position on Phearon, which is both sad and ironic. I am definitely a horrible person. She pushes again for me to talk to my former mate. Former since it’s been years and he could very well hate me. I choose a different person to talk to.

I head back, take my sandals off by Gronx and move into the other’s camp. I tip toe pass people, careful to not wake them, and search for Osozo. He’s near Phearon. I move quietly to stand in his line of sight and observe him. He’s standing watch? No, he’s talking. Damnit. I thought Phearon would be in revery by now. Osozo nods his head then turns and begins to walk towards me. My arms wrap around myself and I catch eyes upon me. I spin about and incline my head to a direction and begin to walk.

I walk carefully around those slumbering as I come upon them. It’s odd how comforting being barefoot can be. I had spent the last years in such a state. Osozo follows. I can feel his presence. We stop far from everyone and I try and find my words.

I don’t see how one person is worth the risk I bring with me. I am hunted by an Efreet who dared to laid claim upon me. I am escaped property and he already sent a group after me. Now that Gronx has left his ownership he will not stop til he has both of us. Gronx was his champion.

That surprises him and he nods. He doesn’t press me for why the bastard would want me. He wouldn’t understand. Instead I ask him, Do you know what I am? He nods and tells me that they know who I am.

Great. So much for trying to hide. Lheare will want to beat me for leaving Phearon for dead. I sigh. You knew the true meaning of my statement that Lorelei took me out of play. Banishment. And neither Pyrico nor Nameless caught me. They normally used to….

The bastard did not know. He believed me to be a half elf. The Kabal banished his guards, who will report what they saw. The Kabal saw me and they work for Toza and one managed to escape to report. Toza…. was my guardian. He knows my true name. Fyriia and him tested me as an infant and child to try and figure out what I am and what I could do.

I’m a risk to the cause. He shakes his head.

Your companions like me not. There. I started that line of thought. I talk barely above a whisper.

The group traveling with mine doesn’t get along with me and vice versa. They care nothing about sacrificing an entire species of people, or sending a woman to her death, but try and block the attempt to stop both, they care nothing about corrupting a god, or even ransacking a village of a people who I am aiming to call allies.

He stops me there and vows that there will be no such looting. It didn’t sit well with him. I continue with the ceiling trying to crush me and my mother’s strained voice trying to stop an attack upon her echoing in my ears. Great. I have auditory now.

Your leader, Lheare, wants me for my rituals. Gronx, my large protective friend, had his tongue removed. I promised him should we escape I would search for someone to regenerate his tongue. Before I could say more, he agrees.

I can hear my mother’s voice louder, more clear now… I’m verging on panic, but manage to pull myself away from the past. I mutter about not liking the cave. His response tells me that he doesn’t understand. So I barely describe what happened with the pit. Then the memories. I admit to having them from my ancestors and some are up at the surface. I tell him about how pain, torture and blood reign here. That seems to take him back.

I glance behind me, I see Phearon staring at me. Studying me. I can read the mix of emotions now that I look. Psyren was right.

I turn back to Osozo and nod barely towards him.

He wasn’t supposed to be here, Osozo starts, he was tasked with clearing the forest, and possibly followed the trail….

Ah yes, of what we have been killing.

He, Osozo, actually apologises for Phearon’s presence as all things hit me. The scream is louder and cuts off suddenly. There’s a man swearing an oath that’s cut short. The ceiling is falling.

Too much. I whisper, closing my eyes.
Breath. Deeply. Slowly. Focus on my voice.

Osozo speaks trying to keep me calm. To find the now. Between Phearon here, my fears, this particular cave and tunnels, the too many memories trying to flood up. I have no ground.

I need to ground.

I spoke aloud. Osozo questions me. Not now. After the egg, maybe after the elves, if I last that long. Too many memories. My mother had been here. Some of my grandmother’s has also bled through but not enough to counter my trauma and what happened here. I triggered those to try and figure out a method to awaken Merlai. Jern has agreed to help, but I think I keep that to myself.

I need days potentially to sit, meditate, ground the energy, sort the memories, quiet them even. I should have done it after the fight with the planars. Or at the latest after the ritual of summoning. I need somewhere safe and quiet, connected still to magic.

He tells me of a place where at the surface the magic doesn’t work right, but underneath it still does. Can I make it that long?

I have grounded since the Shadow Plane. I really should have when I arrived here. But there’s been no time.

Time will be made.

But Phearon, his presence. It is too much. The number of people is too many. I’m not use to it. When last there was many around me, not so good things happened.

He asks about Phearon, and we discuss.

I’m a horrible person. I began to mourn, he still hasn’t given up on me. He should hate me, but he doesn’t, yet.

I feel utterly horrible, tired, wound up, and waiting for our sky to fall. And there’s one more thing I must do.

Gronx embraces me and makes me lay by the egg, and places his great bulk between me and the rest of the group. I turn to him, embrace him, I cannot be what you want me to be. I’m so sorry. I’m such a horrible woman.

Best part of speaking to Gronx is that he’s silent. It’s also the worst part. There have been times when words were needed to soothe me, not gestures…. that’s where Psyren and Sslith’lac came in. He pulls me close and pets my hair, then pulls me back so I can see what he has to say.

He asks then states that I still have feelings for Phearon. He also signs that he still likes, no, that’s wrong, I know exactly what he’s signing, that he still loves me, and wants me happy. He then states very strongly that he will protect me. I tell him he should go home to his realm, be free. He shakes his head. His place is beside me.

I repeat that I’m a horrible person, and share what Osozo told me. I get lightly cuffed. He gestures that I’m healing.

I’m tired. I’m feeling weak. Gronx isn’t stupid. He was the one helping me to come to terms, as he had stated, I believed that Phearon was dead. I’m certain that he knew that I wasn’t going to return his affections when Phearon’s identity was revealed. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t feel horrible.

I am a horrible person.

I have no honour.

Why then do I feel so lousy?

Why do I feel compelled to try and stick with the group?

It’s not just the armies that are moving to the forest. I already knew they were likely to come.

So why?

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Jern Staalbred: Journal - Pt. 15
In which we remember height/depth exist

Psyren goes to take off towards the tower, and is halted in her steps by Ameira. She offers up an alternative method via going through the caverns underneath the village and the lands between here and there. If we can complete the ritual without the razing of the village and all the souls in it, the better chance of raising Pyrico uncorrupted. Shit is stirred regarding Psyren’s free will when Ameira tries to make decisions for her. It’s forgotten quickly as further discussion about the hows wheres and whats of our plan. Our discussion was paused as our scouts caught the sound of something coming up on us. Ameira tossed around a couple of boons. Handful of undead fucks burst through the underbrush and start moving towards the group. I charge in to one of the groups and tear off one of their arms.

Shit hammer starts mouthing off. Apparently she ate my fucking cloak. We’ll talk about that later.

One of the ghasts dusts beside me. Drop another one.

The orc lets out a second wave of healing energy, which dump the other two that surround me, and; it seems; most of the rest of them.

Something draconic comes down and dumps one of the last two on it’s ass, and I follow suit with the final one.

Phearon is the Dragon thing. Apparently he’s a lieutenant in the resistance, who gets all the work no one else can handle. He’s here to clear the forest apparently. He’s been doing a shit job so far, not that I’d say it aloud.

Introductions, and Phearon determines that group 2 is now under Ameira’s command. I call out for Daniel to get himself found.

I continue the previous discussion with Princess Floofypants. She didn’t eat my cloak, just the Power out of it. I’m going to bury her under a tree.

We keep moving until the others can’t be bothered to keep going. Find a good place to camp out for the night. Study the books from the dwarfhold during my watch. Apparently the Orc’s stick is some kind of alarm system.

Ameira took a look at Princess Floofypants. Apparently she’s Stronger now. +2, Impact. I want my damn cloak back. She can’t give the energy back. It’d make her weaker. SHE EATS MAGIC GEAR TO GET STRONGER AND NEVER FUCKING TOLD ME.

Alright. So that’s a thing. Give her more licorice. She eats it and cheers aloud. For everyone apparently. She’s gone public again.

Reading, sleeping. The Orc’s alarm went off at some point, but everyone started bitching instead of fighting. Count me out.

We travelled to the cavern system. It has ROCKS around the entrance. We go in. Orc in front, myself in the rear. Went down the path, assisting with leading towards depth when important. Hours and hours pass. We’re still not there. Helped the Orc set up his staff for the night.

During our watch, It becomes apparent that Ameira has no love for being underground. We talk for a bit about that, and her time in the pits. I gather up some nearby minerals that can be used to generate a minimal light source, and get that going to highlight the sparkle and shine of the minerals all around us. Tried to show her the beauty of the Earth’s embrace, explaining how in our holds, we treat these much like surfacers treat the stars over their heads. We have stories about the patterns, the Mountain Kings have certain particularly glorious sections installed in their quarters, etc. Seemed to help calm her down a bit.

We continue talking about our current scenario, wherein no matter what their spoken aim, those who would lead us to believe they are our allies simply want use of her power, her knowledge of ritual magic, and her ability to make use of it. We also speak of the ritual in question, and how we need to invoke the ritual without risking corrupting Pyrico’s hatching. It doesn’t seem many of our company share that concern.

We spoke of the Zodiac, members I’ve met, and the many I have not. They do not sound like a very stable group, but even were that not the case, I would not like to be on the wrong end of their individual strengths.

We discussed in hushed whispers this new Draconic addition, and her previous relation with him. She does not want him near her for she has no idea how he’ll react when he realizes who she is, and she is not prepared for Any reaction at the moment. Asked me to do my best to keep the two separate. Not sure how to handle that without giving way the intent, but we’ll see how things go.

My watch was nearing it’s end, as was my ability to keep my eyes open, so I bid her good evening, and tucked in to meet the morning.

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The Void

Their bickering is endless. One could call this group chaotic. But it’s a stagnant chaos. We go in circles and nothing is accomplished, nothing ends and nothing grows. I am indifferent about their opinions, I am simply along for the ride.
Sleep. It’s easier than dealing with these imbeciles.
The Void. My personal he’ll awaits me whenever I sleep. Nothing is possible here because nothing has ever been or ever will be. Nothing dies because nothing grows. I drift in this vast emptiness.
Movement. The orc has picked me up, I am being carried it seems. This paladin is proving to be more useful with every passing minute. Perhaps I won’t try to remove him.
Jeff informs me that the egg can possibly be corrupted. This is fascinating. Perhaps I’ll attempt to do so.
I drift off into the void again. This hell is endless. Why do I come here? Is it to remind myself that change needs to occur? Perhaps.
I’m awake again. I’m being told that murder may occur….
I’m surprisingly not excited. What’s wrong with me today? Did I forget a piece of myself when I woke up? Perhaps.
Prepare for the attack. There’s a lot. I don’t trust the paladin yet. I step back. Was correct in not trusting, the dwarf and orc let many past them.
I’m enjoying my conversation with the halfling. He seems intelligent and seems to have a passion for fire. I’m positive that I’ll be able to utilize him.
They hurt the halfling. Should I burn them All? Positive energy seems to explode out of the halflinga, very useful. I opt to not burn him with the walking corpses. One remains resilient despite my efforts. I swear it’s smiling at me.
I want it.
Jeff I am in no mood to listen to your complaints, please simply watch or I will remove one of your wings.
One still on me. Shadow keeps her word and comes to my aid. Very reliable. I am pleased, she will most definitely be of use.
Gimmy bursts into flames. Ameira. She insists that I don’t have one. DISPLEASED.
sift through his remains. Choose the jaw as a trophy.
The group distracted by someone new. He seems to inspire awe. Useless to me.
Onwards. Get stopped by ameira. Decide to meditate, perhaps find the part I’ve lost. My blood lust is very low, I am concerned. I don’t find him. Just the void. We move. We camp.
I leave Jeff behind. Perhaps I need to train physically. I do sore for a couple hours. My good god it’s been awhile, dying.
Sleep.
I am awoken. Shadow wishes to play. If I hadn’t trained i may have agreed. Perhaps tomorrow.
Sleep.
Woken again. Harm is meant up in the orc. The stick alarm rings. I threaten lives.
Sleep.
I’m picked up and fed. The orc is attached to me, perhaps views me as a pet? He’s convenient regardless. I heard he worships warmonger. Perhaps he’ll adopt my view points.
Sleep

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Bloody demon
Kill

I was sent on a errand to retrieve some people and a maybe un hatched God it seems. The travel to the forest was alright . Nothing really happened which was boring. Till we got to the forest where we had to meet the other team. But we were attacked by a flying creature . Darkness . Blind attack which annoyed me. I chargd after. But a tree. The tree lost . Grumble grumble bloody demon. Dwarf stupid demon. Will kill it one day

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Humblest Begginings
Resistance Log #1
Away from the monastery, thank the nameless one!

Wilderness travel, but what an adventure, a mixed party of intrepid individuals off to find gods and demons, fire and flame! The captain, what’s her name, did promise fire and flame…she did, though perhaps not right away. Ahh, basking in the glow of embers, like so many dusty tomes aflame. No, mustn’t think about the library at the monastery any more. Wasn’t my fault. Wasn’t my fault…

An Orc, an Elf, and a collection of characters we are bound to aid in their quest…sounds so wonderfully storylike!

Our party: the Orc, Throgg (although he doesn’t seem clear on this) seems an honourable fellow, though short on tact and guile (being a warrior of his god, a Paladin, after all) and not particularly encumbered by intellect. I can trust him, and his faithful watch-stick, and he doesn’t outpace me like so many others of his size. Now and then he even offers to let me ride on top of his backpack, witch helps wondrously with my studies. He doesn’t seem to be touched by fire, though he does display some of the emotional merit…more to study and ponder.

The Elf: Shadow…(silly name really, but who can decipher Elven culture and practice, so much older than ours). She seems lost and yet at home with herself, she is questing for far more than just the resistance. No fire in her, though she does possess magic and could be wizened to the ways of flame…once her personal searching is further along. She is dutiful and driven to do well, no doubt due to her wanting to impress someone, her parents perhaps even though they are gone (perhaps they know fire and flame, hmm further studies). She will make a stalwart companion.

The ones we are supposed to find and aid, well, they turn out to be somewhat more, and less, than we had been given to think.
The giant, not so much, taller than I but not so great as the fire-giant I had hoped to meet. The Dwarf, seems the steadfast of their group, and likely trustworthy, very earthy, very not fire. The red-skinned one,she seems emotional and perhaps unhinged, though accepting and open minded, not the demon we’d been told of. The cat-man (Catling?) doesn’t seem very cat-like in appearance, despite what we were told, but does possess some cat-ish proclivities, playful, definitely touched by fire and flame. And then there is the witch…for that is the only term I can come up with…she leads the party (or thinks she does) through badgering, threats, guile, and charm (and perhaps not just personal charm, but magical as well, hmm, more studies). She will prove difficult. Her will to complete her task is both driven and torn. She will help and she will hinder, for us all… Lastly; the egg: egg of a godling, the phoenix god wanting to rise from its ashes, needing to bask and burn and dance amidst the flame! But the setting must be right, must be right…and then the fire…and all the grandiose conflagration! Oh how the brightness of flickering flame will enliven!
Thus the first installment of the requested logs for the resistance…I will need to go through these before handing them in, edit them appropriately, expunge the nuances that those not of the fire would not understand…

Oh Nameless one, what path have you set me upon, what trail of fire and flame, what red ruin awaits?

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