Thursday, October 24, 2013

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


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

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


Day 63: A Curious Map and A Decision Made


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

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

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

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



Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Kleptomania in Hommlet

There is a meeting at the town hall (#9) that is going to start in a few minutes, and our party has been invited. Don’t panic, this shouldn’t be anything serious. If it was then there would already be a riot going on outside. That might change however, if we don’t handle this delicately. They want to know about what happened in Sardik’s city, with a mind to prevent a similar event in Hommlet.

Hmm, I guess I’ve gotten ahead of myself slightly. You should know what lead up to this situation. After visiting the general store and paying their abysmal prices this morning, I wandered over to the druid’s grove for some conversation. Being one of the spiritual centers of the town, it seemed likely that the druid there might have some information that would be useful during our upcoming excursion into the temple of elemental evil. Jaroo Ashstaff, The druid didn’t have much to share, but he did mention that while he knew the general location of the temple, as do we, the entrance is hidden and unknown. Seeing that I wasn’t making much headway on the temple, I moved over into some small talk about that drunkard that you mentioned greeting you at the entrance to this inn, Elmo. It turns out the story was true, Elmo had made a bet that had conned that party we rescued out of half of their magical items with Jaroo acting as a neutral third party.

Figuring that Elmo would be looking to sell his newly acquired goods, I set off for the farmstead he lives at. I was greeted by his parents at the door. An older couple, they likely hadn’t done any farming themselves in some time. The property was large and well tended however, so they likely hired helpers to work the farm or rented out the land. They called Elmo to the door when I mentioned his name. He came with a clatter of tankards and followed by a haze of booze so think that one could get tipsy just standing near him. After I mentioned the magic items that I believed he had acquired through a bet, his mother exploded at me in hysterics. Apparently she… disapproves of his lifestyle choices. Before she could finish shouting me down into my boots, Elmo’s father, being as wise as his years, suggested that they go check on the cows while Elmo and I talked.

Elmo was drunk. Probably still is. Our conversation sloshed back and forth like the ale in one of his tankards, going nowhere. I’d press him on what kinds of items he had and express my interest in buying some of them, and he’d go on about how he has lots of magic items. I was about to leave when he motioned for me to go see them. Following his serpentine stumble back to his room, he told me to open up a barrel. It was like a fountain of rainbow colored light erupted out of the barrel. Magic items, of all shapes and sizes filled the barrel to the brim. Turning toward him in surprise, he just grinned at me with a smug, half-drunk look and motioned to the other fifteen barrels in the room. Every single one of the was lined with lead and full to the brim with magical items, except one which was mostly fully of a foul smelling ale and the rings from the adventuring party we had encountered earlier. Elmo was particularly excited about that one barrel.

Elmo then wanted to know if I was willing to take the wager as well. The wager the other adventures had died trying. He bets everything in his room against half of a person’s magical items, that they can’t go to the nearby Dwarven ruins and return within a month without dying. When he said this I almost choked on my own tongue. There must be a catch, I told myself. We were just there. Maybe he triggers some kind of trap or curse that kills off the adventurers? I gently reminded him that we should get the druid involved as a neutral witness to the wager. Constantly full of surprises, Elmo summons the druid by walking over to the window and yelling the druids name over and over and over. A bird flies into the room and transforms into Jaroo.

Elmo informs him of our wager, he is confused at first, as he knows that we were just at the ruins, but I was able to convince Jaroo with a few gestures to let the matter drop. The deal being sealed and Elmo still carrying on about how no-one ever comes back, I stomp one foot and materialize at the bottom of the ruins. I pluck a scale off of the dragon’s corpse as a souvenir, then teleport back to town. A short walk later I’m back in Elmo’s room facing the furious drunk and a mildly amused druid. Strangely  enough, now that I’m thinking about it, I believe I heard us leaving the caves just as I was teleporting out. What a weird place.

Elmo can hardly stutter his frustrated anger past his drunkenness as I remind him that he had never asked me if I had been there before, or anything else of that kind. Jaroo agrees that I had fulfilled the letter of the wager, although he was less than thrilled that I hadn’t told Elmo about my advantage. Jaroo also insists that I get everything that was fairly won, and forces Elmo to reveal the even larger cache of items he had hidden below the floor. Jaroo then shaped the wooden walls of the room into a cart (they were a part of the room, he insisted) and summoned two horses to temporarily pull it. The druid also informed me that the leaves of The Tree in the grove were grown so that their veins are a living record of all the items Elmo had collected, although they wouldn’t be much help for identifying individual items. As a final act of generosity, Jaroo helped me find a temporary storage location for the cart, until I can move the magic items to a more permanent location.

In a fit of generosity, that I’m now beginning to regret, I warned the druid of Duke Lupic, Prince Rel, as well as what happened in Sardik’s city. Elmo’s brother, Otis, works in Duke Lupic’s city so considering recent events it is likely that he is in some degree of danger. Jaroo took my statements seriously and has asked that we come and speak to some of the cities notable figures. Namly the City Elder, Druid Elder (Jaroo I think), Head Priest of St. Cuthbert, Burne & Rufus. Like I said before, I’m the one who made the comments so don’t come if you don’t want to. If you do come I ask that you let me handle any questions about….. the companion we lost in the Dwarven ruins and that you don’t bring him up. Araja, I also think we should avoid talking about your two favorite people if we can help it.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Day 62: Closure and Comfort


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

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