Plane Sailing
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My memory is hazy, since that took place over a year ago - did you do anything useful in combat in that occasion? 
the Kyri Chronicles - last updated 22 Oct
*...... Quick while it's not paying attention, i seem to remember a fireball or two. Errrr i mean no you are right i did nothing useful.
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Taran has always been frail and it looks like he will succumb quickly, but Anne-Marie quickly drapes her Amulet of Health around his neck. The party make a quick return with their ailing companions back to the edge of the forest and then on horseback to Bridlerest – it takes a few days and their cursed friends are at deaths door before they get them to the temple of Asura and the aid they need to free themselves from the curse and the disease.
Another couple of days recovery and they travel back to the hunting lodge, confer with Baron Noliss once more and head back to his ancestral tower.
This time they explore southwards from the entrance chamber. They enter a corridor which has a series of monks cells on either side, and while investigating these rooms they are jumped by half a dozen shadows. The small monks cells makes manoeuvring difficult for the heroes, but the shadows jump back and forth through the cell walls, gaining cover from them and sapping the strength of the heroes with every strike. The combat is tense and lasts for nearly two minutes before the last of the shadows are put down. Further investigation reveals an ornate key but nothing else amongst the decomposed rubbish.
Exploring further they find a corridor leading to an antechamber with a large locked stone door sealing the far end. Naturally they need to find out what is on the other side, so Taran picks the lock and the door is slid to one side, revealing a long corridor leading to a dimly lit chamber.
The chamber contains a shrine which has been over painted with symbols of corruption and kneeling before it is the mummified remains of a priest clad in purple robes. M’ir recognises the robes from his vision of the past; it was obviously a representative of the old storm god heresy. Wary of mummies an attack is launched against the figure from the doorway, only to be deflected by an invisible wall of force across the entrance. Good job they didn’t try to fireball it!
The attention of the creature has been attracted however. Slowly it turns and rises to its feet. There is a susurration as its arms are raised to the ceiling in an imploring gesture, and it starts casting divine magics, power starting to settle across its undead frame second by second.
The party retreat back to the antechamber and set themselves ready to receive it. The creature has grown to large size (divine favour, righteous might, divine might, greater magic weapon on his metal staff) and charges forward. Trajan takes its first blow and returns powerful blows in return, but is taken aback when the huecuva strikes him once in the ribs, once on the knee and then an upswing cracks his jaw, snapping his head back and crumpling him on the floor! Taran bravely taunts the creature and he is so effective that it moves to strike him, ignoring Anne-Marie. Unaccountably Anne Marie doesn’t trip or grapple the creature but instead attempts a stunning blow, which is completely ineffectual. One blow takes Taran down.
Tania is starting to panic, and she unleashes a tremendous cone of cold which catches the undead, Anne-Marie and the unconscious Trajan. Anne-Marie skilfully evades all damage, but Trajan is frozen nearly to death and it is only the grace of Asura which saves him (went to -22hp, house rule gives a DC22 Fort save to avoid death). Fortunately the Huecuva is also badly stiffened by the frosty attack and Anne-Marie leaps forward and lands a crushing blow, shattering its frozen body into a thousand pieces.
While Anne-Marie tends to the wounded, Tania goes to search the chamber with the corrupted shrine. She is part way through her search when she notices the faint curdling in the ether which suggests magic at work, and through her spellcraft she realises that the wall of force is reforming itself! Hurriedly she vacates the chamber, unwilling to become a prisoner there herself.
Once Taran and Trajan have been healed back to consciousness, several hours are spent resting and recuperating until they are fit to continue once more.
The next stretch of corridor leads them to a solid locked iron door, and Trajan can sense a palpable evil emanating from beyond it. Taran picks the lock after several attempts and when the door is opened a foul presence washes out…
Another couple of days recovery and they travel back to the hunting lodge, confer with Baron Noliss once more and head back to his ancestral tower.
This time they explore southwards from the entrance chamber. They enter a corridor which has a series of monks cells on either side, and while investigating these rooms they are jumped by half a dozen shadows. The small monks cells makes manoeuvring difficult for the heroes, but the shadows jump back and forth through the cell walls, gaining cover from them and sapping the strength of the heroes with every strike. The combat is tense and lasts for nearly two minutes before the last of the shadows are put down. Further investigation reveals an ornate key but nothing else amongst the decomposed rubbish.
Exploring further they find a corridor leading to an antechamber with a large locked stone door sealing the far end. Naturally they need to find out what is on the other side, so Taran picks the lock and the door is slid to one side, revealing a long corridor leading to a dimly lit chamber.
The chamber contains a shrine which has been over painted with symbols of corruption and kneeling before it is the mummified remains of a priest clad in purple robes. M’ir recognises the robes from his vision of the past; it was obviously a representative of the old storm god heresy. Wary of mummies an attack is launched against the figure from the doorway, only to be deflected by an invisible wall of force across the entrance. Good job they didn’t try to fireball it!
The attention of the creature has been attracted however. Slowly it turns and rises to its feet. There is a susurration as its arms are raised to the ceiling in an imploring gesture, and it starts casting divine magics, power starting to settle across its undead frame second by second.
The party retreat back to the antechamber and set themselves ready to receive it. The creature has grown to large size (divine favour, righteous might, divine might, greater magic weapon on his metal staff) and charges forward. Trajan takes its first blow and returns powerful blows in return, but is taken aback when the huecuva strikes him once in the ribs, once on the knee and then an upswing cracks his jaw, snapping his head back and crumpling him on the floor! Taran bravely taunts the creature and he is so effective that it moves to strike him, ignoring Anne-Marie. Unaccountably Anne Marie doesn’t trip or grapple the creature but instead attempts a stunning blow, which is completely ineffectual. One blow takes Taran down.
Tania is starting to panic, and she unleashes a tremendous cone of cold which catches the undead, Anne-Marie and the unconscious Trajan. Anne-Marie skilfully evades all damage, but Trajan is frozen nearly to death and it is only the grace of Asura which saves him (went to -22hp, house rule gives a DC22 Fort save to avoid death). Fortunately the Huecuva is also badly stiffened by the frosty attack and Anne-Marie leaps forward and lands a crushing blow, shattering its frozen body into a thousand pieces.
While Anne-Marie tends to the wounded, Tania goes to search the chamber with the corrupted shrine. She is part way through her search when she notices the faint curdling in the ether which suggests magic at work, and through her spellcraft she realises that the wall of force is reforming itself! Hurriedly she vacates the chamber, unwilling to become a prisoner there herself.
Once Taran and Trajan have been healed back to consciousness, several hours are spent resting and recuperating until they are fit to continue once more.
The next stretch of corridor leads them to a solid locked iron door, and Trajan can sense a palpable evil emanating from beyond it. Taran picks the lock after several attempts and when the door is opened a foul presence washes out…
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A death in the family...
Plane Sailing
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Darkness shrouds a room which is cloaked in shadows. Their light doesn’t penetrate the darkness that hides the walls, and only the centre of the room can be seen – with shattered bodies, the remnants of armour and a single shining sword lying pinned under the broken remains of a knight.
Across the room stands a bearded devil, leering at them and brandishing his glaive. Trajan is sickened by the sense of depravity and intending to end this fiends existence charges across the room towards it. He never reaches it as huge spiny arms reach out of the darkness as he runs through the room, snagging his clothes and drawing him into a spiny and painful embrace.
Taran is affected by the devils fear aura and runs screaming back towards the exit from the dungeon.
The barbed devil emerges from its hiding place in the darkness and continues to grapple Trajan while Anne-Marie and M’ir join the fight and Tania waits for the right moment to cast something useful. The bearded devil is defeated quickly, but the barbed devil is a much more fearsome adversary – every strike made against it opens up vicious wounds in the hero from the multitude of spines.
Trajan bravely continues trying to wrestle free but can’t defeat the creatures strength and with a cry and crack of bones he falls limp and dying. The barbed devil turns to its other two foes who have both been wounded attempting to hurt it while it was working Trajan over.
Tania sees her moment and drops a powerful fireball into the room. Woomph! The devil is unhurt and both Anne-Marie and M’ir manage to evade the blast, but Trajan is burnt so badly that even his divine favour can’t keep him alive…
M’ir moves into full defence mode and dances backwards and forwards in front of the barbed devil, drawing its attacks and trusting in his boosted defences, expertise and fully defensive tumbling fighting to protect him – he knows that one good strike from it could take him down. Anne-Marie in desperation grabs up the sword from under the knight and as she lifts it the light of the sun streams from its blade – taking the chance she plunges it into the devil, accepting the wounds from its spines to drive the sword right through its body, where the sunblades power blasts the fiend into a thousand smoking shards (critical hit, triple damage. Whoo!)
It hardly feels like a triumph though. All eyes turn to the smouldering corpse of Trajan in the corner…
Across the room stands a bearded devil, leering at them and brandishing his glaive. Trajan is sickened by the sense of depravity and intending to end this fiends existence charges across the room towards it. He never reaches it as huge spiny arms reach out of the darkness as he runs through the room, snagging his clothes and drawing him into a spiny and painful embrace.
Taran is affected by the devils fear aura and runs screaming back towards the exit from the dungeon.
The barbed devil emerges from its hiding place in the darkness and continues to grapple Trajan while Anne-Marie and M’ir join the fight and Tania waits for the right moment to cast something useful. The bearded devil is defeated quickly, but the barbed devil is a much more fearsome adversary – every strike made against it opens up vicious wounds in the hero from the multitude of spines.
Trajan bravely continues trying to wrestle free but can’t defeat the creatures strength and with a cry and crack of bones he falls limp and dying. The barbed devil turns to its other two foes who have both been wounded attempting to hurt it while it was working Trajan over.
Tania sees her moment and drops a powerful fireball into the room. Woomph! The devil is unhurt and both Anne-Marie and M’ir manage to evade the blast, but Trajan is burnt so badly that even his divine favour can’t keep him alive…
M’ir moves into full defence mode and dances backwards and forwards in front of the barbed devil, drawing its attacks and trusting in his boosted defences, expertise and fully defensive tumbling fighting to protect him – he knows that one good strike from it could take him down. Anne-Marie in desperation grabs up the sword from under the knight and as she lifts it the light of the sun streams from its blade – taking the chance she plunges it into the devil, accepting the wounds from its spines to drive the sword right through its body, where the sunblades power blasts the fiend into a thousand smoking shards (critical hit, triple damage. Whoo!)
It hardly feels like a triumph though. All eyes turn to the smouldering corpse of Trajan in the corner…
robberbaron
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Very close. Trajan actually survived the Fireball but M'ir's Concussion thingy squashed me flat against the floor (missed my Fort save by 1 or 2. He was very apologetic for a bit.
Plane Sailing
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Sorry, I forgot about the concussion wand usage - I can't remember where exactly it came in (did it perhaps fail to penetrate the devils spell resistance? there must have been some reason why it wasn't used again).
Some of my notes from the last 18 months are moderately good, others are less so...
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Some of my notes from the last 18 months are moderately good, others are less so...
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As of this post, I've not seen a single notification of update on this thread. Grr. I'm going to delete and re-add the subscription. Now, to find out what I remember and start back from there.
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PS: I checked. My subscription was gone again. Did I read mention of a thread merger? Maybe it went away when that happened. No wonder I've had an empty feeling.
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Ah yes, the thread merger. That would have done it.
I should have remembered that old superman saying (or was it spiderman?) "With Great Power comes Great Responsibility". The thread merger seemed like a good idea at the time but it
a) killed any recent subscriptions
b) slashed my "viewed" figures by a factor of five.
Huh.
I'll try to get another update done this week.
Cheers
I should have remembered that old superman saying (or was it spiderman?) "With Great Power comes Great Responsibility". The thread merger seemed like a good idea at the time but it
a) killed any recent subscriptions
b) slashed my "viewed" figures by a factor of five.
Huh.
I'll try to get another update done this week.
Cheers
Plane Sailing
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With heavy hearts they gather up Trajans remains and transport them back to the hunting lodge and then by horseback to the temple in Bridlerest. Messages are sent up to Knightsbridge and Alkanar is able to make it down by the next holy day. In moving ceremony Trajan is publicly restored to life, and after a couple of days recovering they are ready to investigate those ancient dungeons once again.
This time they are joined by a scout named Orlandar, a young ranger who works for the crown. Once again they delve into the dungeon. They find a library with doors that are sealed and which they cannot pick. Following the dungeon round they find a passage cloaked in a darkness which sucks their light into it. Scary baying starts up, and Orlandar is freaked out and runs for safety. Zherinda casts daylight which dispels the darkness and reveals several Shadow mastiffs. Trajan springs forward and takes one down in a single blow. Anne-Marie steps into the gap and uses her whirlwind attack to injure two of them. Zherinda follows up by stepping forward and impaling one on her flaming spear and the last one is finished off very quickly. Orlandar overcomes his fear and returns shamefaced.
A little further on they find an underground well room, and Orlandars search skills reveal a hidden space behind some loose bricks – there are a couple of scrolls which Zherinda can use and the tattered remains of a secret message – but they need at least one more fragment to make sense of it.
Further investigation in the dungeon tunnels reveal a pit trap which guards some doors which can’t be opened, so they return to the library they found earlier. Outside the library door both M’ir and Anne-Marie sense psychic static from inside. A key which they found earlier amongst the shadows opens the library door and inside the room appears untouched – even to the skeletal body sitting at the table with a silvery diary.
The slightest vibration causes the skeleton to crumble to dust. The silvery coating on the diary is identified as quintessence, a substance which freezes small items in time. It is scraped off and saved carefully, and the diary is read.
/46 – I am beginning to worry about the prince. He is acting strangely. I am starting to think that this might not be the best place to secret one such as he. Despite royal decrees to the contrary. It is not much , but occasionally I see him gazing at one of the keepers with a look of, well, I cannot describe it but it is frightful. And now he has been very quiet of late. brooding.
I am sure I am merely imagining the worst. After all, he is on the cusp of manhood, and being locked away with the likes of us probably does not appeal to his youthful sensibilities. Though one would imagine that he would be used to it by now.
/50 – I think something is troubling the mind of our reverend cleric Septimus. He has shut himself within his chambers and has not ventured forth for even meals for almost two days now. The serving boy who last saw him said the priest was hurrying down the hall with a look of such consternation as to make a man blanche. And I now recall that shortly before I saw him remove something from the hidden alcove by the cistern. What he is doing in his rooms I do not know but I dare not disturb him for fear of ruinding some divine process.
/55 – I learned some interesting things about Severi von Purry today, after speaking with Gridla the serving maid. I knew Severi was a powerful wizard, but I never before realised how powerful – it turns out he was once the royal court wizard of the king himself! I knew that Severi was a member of house von Purry, related by blood to the king and of a very noble and powerful family, but I didn’t know Severi was actually the Kings Wizard! I asked Gridla how such a one came to be here hiding in obscurity, watching over this moody prince we’re sheltering instead of at court where he belongs. Did he fail the king somehow? No, Gridla told me, it’s the opposite. When the prince was born with his obvious problems and the king decided he needed to be secreted away, Severi volunteered for the job! It makes me proud to be serving under such a man.
/61 – Oh, tragedy, tragedy! I had never thought that such a thing could occur in our quiet sanctuary. Sweet Septimus has been murdered! A servant discovered the fact when she went in to clean the clerics chamber and found his rent and bloody corpse on the bed. Horrible, horrible! I have never before heard such a clamour! The servants were in an ungodly state of confusion, milling around like ants, and the girl who found him was positively hysterical. Even we keepers found it hard to keep our heads. Through it all, only the prince seemed to remain calm; perhaps there is hope for him yet. Well, guards on all entrances were immediately doubled and extra torches ordered for the halls at night. I pray the intruder be found!
/63 – We received a messenger from Baron Bediss von Purry, Severis’ brother and as head of House Purry the one ultimately responsible for the prince. The message stated that the Baron was sending a troop of soldiers to help us guard against whatever fiend slew poor Septimus. The company includes the famed Honourbound Knight Tremones the Pure who wields a blade called Sunrazor! The presence of such a knight will undoubtedly raise spirits around here. Also with them comes a high priest of Asura to administer the last rites to Septimus as befits a devout cleric.
/65 – Tremones and the other men from the Baron arrived today and they searched every crevice and alcove in the keep for the signs of the murdered. As we had already done this several times it was no surprise to me that they found nothing. The High Priest laid what was left of dear Septimus to rest but he also spoke out in fear that whoever did this gruesome deed would return with the intention of desecrating our honoured dead. Personally I would think the killer would want to desecrate the honoured living but that’s priests for you. No, I shouldn’t be sacrilegious, we are all in such a state right now. The High Priest cast many magical traps upon the entryway to the crypts but we can bypass them by uttering certain holy phrases. I suppose I ought to write them down here so I do not forget.
The first phrase is “I am of noble intent” said when entering the fist door. The second is “I come to honour the sacred dead” which must be spoken as one passes about halfway down the entry hallway. Lastly “I beseech admittance in the holy names of our ancestors” when opening the door to the mausoleum proper.
/68 – Well, things have quieted down a bit there have been no more incidents of any kind. The High Priest has returned back to Singh as have most of the men sent by the Baron, though the knight Tremones stays on. We can only assume that whoever or whatever this murderer is, we have scared it away. Even so, I cannot shake a feeling of dread gnawing at my gut.
/70 – Strange. Everything appears normal but I have been on edge for several days and cannot sleep properly. Perhaps I will take some medicine.
/71 – Oh, horrible, horrible! The worst disaster ever has come to pass! The prince is the murderer, the prince! Not only is he guilty of Septimus’ bloody end but now he is the slayer of them all! Blood runs down the halls. I can still hear the screams! What shall I do? I saw the prince, laughing, red light streaming from his eyes and mouth as he brutally cleaved through men and women! For a sword he wielded naught but unholy darkness! How they screamed! And he, laughing all the while. Weapons were useless, blades could not pierce the skin and magic might as well have been water for all the good it did. What a sorrowful catastrophe!
I awoke to terrifying screams in the night and emerged from my cell to find the keep in a horrifying state of madness. The prince stalked the halls slaying whoever he came across! He must not have seen me, thank Asura, but be murdered any who tried to flee the keep. Finally all the servants and keepers rallied around Tremones in the storage room. I saw it all from the hallway, saw the prince go in, saw the shaking men and women gather themselves around the knight… but when the prince entered darkness entered with him and it was like it all happened on a night with no moon. I held hope to my breast as I watched Tremones approach the prince, Sunrazor blazing, but the knight was cut down with a hideous cry! The remaining servants huddled together, clutching whatever weapons they could find but the prince cam on uncaring and then I saw two more creatures lurking in the shadows, falling upon the helpless victims. They were terrifying monstrosities – something out of a twisted nightmare. One was tall and covered in immense thorns and spikes, the other was shorter wielding a glaive that left horrifying rounds in whoever it touched. The massacre began and I couldn’t take it any more. But I had to do something. I rushed forwards and slammed the doors shut and locked them, then ran to the library and locked myself in. I fear he will find me even here, that prince – he should have been killed after he was born, after they saw the horns and the eyes.
Is that a sound outside my door? Asura preserve me.
This time they are joined by a scout named Orlandar, a young ranger who works for the crown. Once again they delve into the dungeon. They find a library with doors that are sealed and which they cannot pick. Following the dungeon round they find a passage cloaked in a darkness which sucks their light into it. Scary baying starts up, and Orlandar is freaked out and runs for safety. Zherinda casts daylight which dispels the darkness and reveals several Shadow mastiffs. Trajan springs forward and takes one down in a single blow. Anne-Marie steps into the gap and uses her whirlwind attack to injure two of them. Zherinda follows up by stepping forward and impaling one on her flaming spear and the last one is finished off very quickly. Orlandar overcomes his fear and returns shamefaced.
A little further on they find an underground well room, and Orlandars search skills reveal a hidden space behind some loose bricks – there are a couple of scrolls which Zherinda can use and the tattered remains of a secret message – but they need at least one more fragment to make sense of it.
Further investigation in the dungeon tunnels reveal a pit trap which guards some doors which can’t be opened, so they return to the library they found earlier. Outside the library door both M’ir and Anne-Marie sense psychic static from inside. A key which they found earlier amongst the shadows opens the library door and inside the room appears untouched – even to the skeletal body sitting at the table with a silvery diary.
The slightest vibration causes the skeleton to crumble to dust. The silvery coating on the diary is identified as quintessence, a substance which freezes small items in time. It is scraped off and saved carefully, and the diary is read.
/46 – I am beginning to worry about the prince. He is acting strangely. I am starting to think that this might not be the best place to secret one such as he. Despite royal decrees to the contrary. It is not much , but occasionally I see him gazing at one of the keepers with a look of, well, I cannot describe it but it is frightful. And now he has been very quiet of late. brooding.
I am sure I am merely imagining the worst. After all, he is on the cusp of manhood, and being locked away with the likes of us probably does not appeal to his youthful sensibilities. Though one would imagine that he would be used to it by now.
/50 – I think something is troubling the mind of our reverend cleric Septimus. He has shut himself within his chambers and has not ventured forth for even meals for almost two days now. The serving boy who last saw him said the priest was hurrying down the hall with a look of such consternation as to make a man blanche. And I now recall that shortly before I saw him remove something from the hidden alcove by the cistern. What he is doing in his rooms I do not know but I dare not disturb him for fear of ruinding some divine process.
/55 – I learned some interesting things about Severi von Purry today, after speaking with Gridla the serving maid. I knew Severi was a powerful wizard, but I never before realised how powerful – it turns out he was once the royal court wizard of the king himself! I knew that Severi was a member of house von Purry, related by blood to the king and of a very noble and powerful family, but I didn’t know Severi was actually the Kings Wizard! I asked Gridla how such a one came to be here hiding in obscurity, watching over this moody prince we’re sheltering instead of at court where he belongs. Did he fail the king somehow? No, Gridla told me, it’s the opposite. When the prince was born with his obvious problems and the king decided he needed to be secreted away, Severi volunteered for the job! It makes me proud to be serving under such a man.
/61 – Oh, tragedy, tragedy! I had never thought that such a thing could occur in our quiet sanctuary. Sweet Septimus has been murdered! A servant discovered the fact when she went in to clean the clerics chamber and found his rent and bloody corpse on the bed. Horrible, horrible! I have never before heard such a clamour! The servants were in an ungodly state of confusion, milling around like ants, and the girl who found him was positively hysterical. Even we keepers found it hard to keep our heads. Through it all, only the prince seemed to remain calm; perhaps there is hope for him yet. Well, guards on all entrances were immediately doubled and extra torches ordered for the halls at night. I pray the intruder be found!
/63 – We received a messenger from Baron Bediss von Purry, Severis’ brother and as head of House Purry the one ultimately responsible for the prince. The message stated that the Baron was sending a troop of soldiers to help us guard against whatever fiend slew poor Septimus. The company includes the famed Honourbound Knight Tremones the Pure who wields a blade called Sunrazor! The presence of such a knight will undoubtedly raise spirits around here. Also with them comes a high priest of Asura to administer the last rites to Septimus as befits a devout cleric.
/65 – Tremones and the other men from the Baron arrived today and they searched every crevice and alcove in the keep for the signs of the murdered. As we had already done this several times it was no surprise to me that they found nothing. The High Priest laid what was left of dear Septimus to rest but he also spoke out in fear that whoever did this gruesome deed would return with the intention of desecrating our honoured dead. Personally I would think the killer would want to desecrate the honoured living but that’s priests for you. No, I shouldn’t be sacrilegious, we are all in such a state right now. The High Priest cast many magical traps upon the entryway to the crypts but we can bypass them by uttering certain holy phrases. I suppose I ought to write them down here so I do not forget.
The first phrase is “I am of noble intent” said when entering the fist door. The second is “I come to honour the sacred dead” which must be spoken as one passes about halfway down the entry hallway. Lastly “I beseech admittance in the holy names of our ancestors” when opening the door to the mausoleum proper.
/68 – Well, things have quieted down a bit there have been no more incidents of any kind. The High Priest has returned back to Singh as have most of the men sent by the Baron, though the knight Tremones stays on. We can only assume that whoever or whatever this murderer is, we have scared it away. Even so, I cannot shake a feeling of dread gnawing at my gut.
/70 – Strange. Everything appears normal but I have been on edge for several days and cannot sleep properly. Perhaps I will take some medicine.
/71 – Oh, horrible, horrible! The worst disaster ever has come to pass! The prince is the murderer, the prince! Not only is he guilty of Septimus’ bloody end but now he is the slayer of them all! Blood runs down the halls. I can still hear the screams! What shall I do? I saw the prince, laughing, red light streaming from his eyes and mouth as he brutally cleaved through men and women! For a sword he wielded naught but unholy darkness! How they screamed! And he, laughing all the while. Weapons were useless, blades could not pierce the skin and magic might as well have been water for all the good it did. What a sorrowful catastrophe!
I awoke to terrifying screams in the night and emerged from my cell to find the keep in a horrifying state of madness. The prince stalked the halls slaying whoever he came across! He must not have seen me, thank Asura, but be murdered any who tried to flee the keep. Finally all the servants and keepers rallied around Tremones in the storage room. I saw it all from the hallway, saw the prince go in, saw the shaking men and women gather themselves around the knight… but when the prince entered darkness entered with him and it was like it all happened on a night with no moon. I held hope to my breast as I watched Tremones approach the prince, Sunrazor blazing, but the knight was cut down with a hideous cry! The remaining servants huddled together, clutching whatever weapons they could find but the prince cam on uncaring and then I saw two more creatures lurking in the shadows, falling upon the helpless victims. They were terrifying monstrosities – something out of a twisted nightmare. One was tall and covered in immense thorns and spikes, the other was shorter wielding a glaive that left horrifying rounds in whoever it touched. The massacre began and I couldn’t take it any more. But I had to do something. I rushed forwards and slammed the doors shut and locked them, then ran to the library and locked myself in. I fear he will find me even here, that prince – he should have been killed after he was born, after they saw the horns and the eyes.
Is that a sound outside my door? Asura preserve me.
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