Footsteps of the Fallen

To Sanson

My Dearest Sanson,

I have to be honest this is the first letter I’ve ever written, and as I’m sure you know by now I’m not the greatest with words, but I mean it when I say I hope this letter finds us both well. Being out on the road again is exhilarating, as I’m sure it is for anyone with an adventurer’s heart, but I’m beginning to miss you terribly. I haven’t seen you in a month, and a long month it has been not having your company to cheer me up. Long trips on the road give me plenty of time to think, as there tends to be long gaps in the conversation of the wardens, I guess you just run out of things to talk about after a while. However I doubt this new priest/librarian we picked up will ever run out of things to talk about, I’ve started to tune him out though, and I know Sanson you would tell me that I was being rude, but if I hear “I.L.L.” one more time I think I might lose my mind! I’m sure you’ll meet him eventually then you will know exactly what I mean.

I’m beginning to think we may have made a big mistake taking Tanho’s quest, we haven’t even made it in the door yet and we’ve already lost my good friend Isabelle to an Imperium wizard, at least Corian said he was Imperium, he was too far in the air for me to tell. It was scary not being able to do anything about it as he threw spell after spell at my companions. Not to mention the door, it was so trapped that I would imagine any lesser man would have fallen over dead when it was triggered. I fear that what lays beyond the door is even more terrifying and fearsome than anything I have faced before, I’m worried I won’t return. I haven’t yet admitted to you yet but I myself have been to the other side a couple times, what happens if Hanla’Fe tells me I can’t come back this time. I would only hope that if I do depart from this world before I return to the city that my companions will deliver this letter to you.

Don’t worry too much, we didn’t miss Isabelle for too long. Being friends with the High Commander of the Runegaurd has its perks. Like having a seemingly endless supply of extremely powerful spell casters to begin with, or being invited to dinners with all the high ranking officials and nobles around Areoglyph, how else do you think a monk from the far west would ever get to meet someone such as yourself.

I have to tell you that I never thought I would be so lucky as to earn the admirations of one such as you. You’ve become this spark of light, you give me another reason to keep moving forward from my dark past. Maybe even one day I’ll gain the courage to tell you about it. I just hope I don’t wait too long. In the midst of this war, and everything falling apart you came at just the right time. You’ve given me love, something I never thought I would ever find for myself. Tonight, as I sit here with my companions around a fire in a somber silence, it’s the thought of your touch that brings a smile to my face.

While I may not be poetic, and I may have the tortured heart and rugged soul of an adventurer, I may not be able to stand still for long, I’m far from perfect, but none of that matters when I’m with you. I look forward to returning to the warmth of your embrace. The warm light you have brought into my heart will carry me through whatever dangers I face tomorrow and I will return to you within the month.

Always and Forever yours,
Sundari

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Deep Peace To You

Yasanna’s gardens were truly beautiful. I found myself spending as much time there as I could, which wasn’t much. My time was spent mostly with High Commander duties, meeting with officials, and learning the inner workings of the Runeguard. However, I always made time for my friends, nature, and prayer.

If it wasn’t for the gardens, I would have felt disconnected from the earth. I wasn’t able to leave the city and my only connection to the woods were the trees and plants Yasanna had kept. I’m not sure what Storgg thinks about my recent transformation into an ‘Urban Druid’ as I have been calling it, but it’s certainly not permanent and I would much rather be outside in the forest.

However, with assassination attempts around every corner, it’s not like I could get away easily. One morning when I was unable to sleep yet again, I decided it was time for some serious prayer and guidance and with Isabelle and Sundari keeping watch, I descended into the gardens to reach out to my beloved deity for guidance, grace, and inner peace.

With the runes of ancient magic adorning my body and symbols of the ancient druidic language painted on my skin, I danced in the silvery moonlight and sang a prayer to Storgg:

_ Deep Peace to You_
Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the infinite peace to you.

My mind and soul were connected with the earth as I danced naked in the snow. I chanted and danced to the point of exhaustion in which I threw myself to the ground and stared up at the stars in the morning sky. After awhile I gathered my belongings and the girls and I headed back to my chambers where my duties awaited me. With my friends, my God, and my own confidence on my side, I suddenly felt a sprig of hope emerge within me, like a tiny flower starting to bloom. With that feeling warming me inside, I was at peace with the decision I had made. I was at peace with me.

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Chosen
The half-elf druid runeguard traitor bites, but can she chew?

The heat from the fire warms my face as mother sings to me. Her voice is like liquid silk flowing with the breeze and I curl up on her lap as she strokes my hair. I love when she sings to me in elven, it sounds like magic. Mother always speaks to me in her native tongue as well as druidic. She says that it is important to preserve our language and promises to tell me someday of her life in her tribe. Slowly my eyelids begin to flutter, the flames from the fire begin to blur as I drift off to sleep.

No sooner do I shut my eyes when I am awakened by whispering outside the door. I sit up and see Torque curled up at the end of the bed, sleeping peacefully. I can hear the guards outside my door whisper something to each other and two walk off down the hall. It is the 4am shift change and I am not at home with my mother, basking in the warmth of the fire in our cottage in her loving embrace. I am alone, (minus Torque) in Yasanna’s old chambers, just like I have been for the last seven days. Each night it’s a similar dream involving my mother and I usually wake up sobbing. I crawl to the end of the bed and curl up against my giant tiger companion and pull the covers snugly over me. Though my new room is quite warm, I can’t shake the chill that has plagued me since I took the role of the High Commander.

Seeing the look on Yasanna’s face before it cracked and shattered into a million pieces had affected me more deeply than I thought it would. The hopelessness, the sadness, and the lonely look in her eyes as her beautiful runes melted from her skin burned a hole in my heart. This woman had once tried to kill me and had killed a friend in the process. She banished me, chastised me, branded me a traitor and threw me out of a world I had lived in my whole life. For so long I had hated her for what she did. And yet here I am, curled up in her room now in charge of every Runeguard in the land at her request. She had died in an attempt to stave off some of the curse from us, she died for the Runeguard. The thought of so many lives dependent on me made me feel queasy. I rushed to the end of the bed and puked into a bucket. I heaved and heaved until not even stomach acid was left. Tears stained my cheeks. I heard a light knock at the door, it was one of the guards. “High Commander, are you alright, can I fetch you some water?” “No no, I am alright, I will be fine, thank you.”

I flopped down on the bed and Torque was awake peering at me. He growled and nudged my hand as I stroked his fur. “I know I know, I am not fine,” I replied and sighed, slipping out of bed. I went to the window and opened it. The snow had stopped falling for a moment and Aeroglyph looked peaceful. The moon was still out the sun was on its way over the horizon. I looked down at the runes adorning my skin. They seemed to glow in the moonlight. “Why did you choose me Yasanna, why?” I asked the night; as if she were floated around out in the darkness somewhere, listening to me. I turned and looked at Torque stretched out on the bed. “Hey you, up for a walk?” I said throwing my clothes on. He leaped gracefully off the bed, and strected out his giant claws. There was no use trying to go back to sleep now. My mind was filled with questions, my heart filled with emotions, and my soul filled with conflict.

I grabbed my cloak and threw it over my shoulders. “Come on tiger,” I said in druidic, “It’s time for some serious prayer.”

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Work Chronicle - 10/03/10/3441
Allamonde, Sundari, Swift, Law, Court, Memorandum, Guilty, Murder, Morals, Ethics

10/3/10/3441
I won a victory for Rhondontius’ ally the Alluvian people today. It was like all other victories I’ve won before with the exception of there being an element of sadness to the outcome.

I met with a court clerk whom scheduled a hearing with Lord Marquis Adole Unyarh. Before the court date I of course sent out a runner to serve the ‘Memorandum of Law’ on Sundari beforehand as a show of courtesy and respect: it’s always worse when it just comes from the court in my opinion.

Anyhow, Sundari met with me before court and I succinctly explained to her, after she leveled many questions, what my reasoning was for acting in a capacity of qui tam pro domino rege quam pro se ipso in hac parte sequitur. In a very condensed reasoning (since I have a copy of the Memorandum of Law for my personnel records as required of Judicial Inquisitors) I explained to Sundari that the law cannot stop all other legal proceedings simply because there are in fact larger issues going on simultaneously. It defeats the point of law at that point. Law is not a matter of convenience, nor is it something that may simply be dismissed if a People seek to have a truly balanced life that also provides for safety, comfort and cultural dignity. Needless to say, Sundari did not see eye to eye with me.

The next day we met in court. In her defense in presence as well as in statement before the court were the rest of the Ascending Wardens. While I bear no ill will towards any of them, I should be clear about something. They did what they felt was right, and that is honorable of them to stand at their companions side during such a trying time. The sad, sad part was that they stood on the side of injustice as they did what they thought was wrong.

I completely understand that the Ascending Wardens felt that their actions were justified either in Sundari’s case in terms of punching the bound and defenseless prisoner in the throat, or the other’s backing her up. How sad though: I tried to tell them that what had happened was wrong. I tried to tell them that people, even prisoners of war, have rights if those rights are granted. Those rights were granted by none other than King Gyx. Did they care: no, they did not care at all that King Gyxs’ laws were not followed. Did they therefore demonstrate great disrespect towards the law that their King wrote: most certainly they did. I knew this, and tried to make a case in a way that facilitated their understanding, but they refused to listen. Did Lord Swift declare that in this case it was alright to punch the bound and defenseless prisoner in the throat potentially leading to his death even when I told him as a prosecutor certified in his own country that it was wrong: yes he did in fact declare his actions to be legal?

Why must people, most especially when times are dire such as in war feel that it’s ok for them to break the law as they feel it is appropriate? How arrogant. How self-righteous. In this case, how evil, despicable, disrespectful, and unethical their actions were, especially for a Lord of an important House in Aeroglyph. What kind of message does that send to lesser folk than his station? It tells them to disregard, even your own King, when you feel it is justified! That’s not ok, and I will never stand for such a thing, no matter how much I may enjoy the company of said people. I have my god Ilosia, my life, my family, my duty, morals and ethics, and I will not compromise on any of them for anything!

I must say that the most interesting element relevant to the violation of law and my support of such was when multiple members accused me of being “bi-polar” or conflicted in some manner. Their basis for making such a claim is premised on a suggestion that I made to Lord Rahvain after the flying City of Uldavai was returned by the Ascending Wardens. My statement to Lord Rahvain was that he should seek vengeance in its most exacting form upon the enemy relative to what had been visited upon them. The Ascending Wardens actually believed that that is what I personally desired or was striving for Alluvia. This made me realize how little they know of the Ilosian religion.

Our religion, as you know Brother, believes that facilitating vengeance as a matter of justice is a means by which the victims may attain solace for their injured and burdened souls. This is dogma of Our Lady Ilosia for the general faith. As Judicial Inquisitors, we are held to a different standard due to our particular set of duties. Even as I explained this to them, they couldn’t understand the explanation of the gray line between unwarranted and/or inappropriate vengeance and vengeance as a controlled and justified action meant to help quell the hurt of those whom have been so egregiously injured. Perhaps as they become more educated and experienced in life over time they will come to realize this and perhaps learn from this time.

Nonetheless, I delivered my case in front of the Lord Marquis, and the verdict came back guilty of attempted murder. In the ‘Memorandum of Law’ that I prepared for the Court I requested that in lieu of five years in hardened prison quarters and a 3,800 gold fine, that Sundari instead be placed under moral probation to be monitored by myself for a period not to exceed two years, but as little as one year if I feel that Sundari is fit for being released from such monitoring. Of course, even after moral probation was defined for not only Sundari, but for the entire group of Ascending Wardens, they still were outraged.

They all argued how I was unfit for such a duty (see my points above). They argued that Adora was a better moral compass. Simply put, no one there was even remotely qualified to monitor Sundari’s probation other than me. My job as a Judicial Inquisitor makes me supremely qualified in fact for such a position. After all, it is the Judicial Inquisitors that indeed judge judges in our land (as well as other as the situation may arise) in not merely a legal capacity, but in a moral and ethical capacity as well. Additionally, they would have had my continued work with them as a superior mounted combatant. Alas, that is not the destiny that was meant for me in light of everything that has happened.

Sadly, the lesson of the day was not learned. A group of people went out with the noblest of intentions, to protect their company, and when confronted about horrible behavior, they disregard it. Why my god, do these people not see the errors of their ways? I honestly feel horrible I must admit. I feel injured for their souls. I wouldn’t say these people were like family, or even really close and personal friends. However, they generally speaking were a nice enough group of people. Their purpose started out well, but the chaos, uncontrolled violence and sheer vile nature of war has seemed to claim these people’s hearts and souls: some more than others.

Nonetheless, I remember several years ago as I walked through the Halls, seeing The Mural, how adamant I must be in order to preserve, law, order, justice and fairness in life for my part in doing so. If I move or go beyond that line even once, I will compromise myself. I would not only compromise myself, but I as well would compromise the trust in which my People, and our allies, put in us to act in such a manner as to always be the final check and balance.

I think from here I will proselytize here in Aeroglyph for longer. Keeping focus on my roots in scripture so that when I travel out into the world again, in search of my quarry, that I may be successful in Her name is just as important as the mission itself. My soul and my sense of being as they are intertwined must remain clear of stain so that my vision is guided only by Her hand. I must say as well that the people of Aeroglyph, and in general the people of Alluvia, seem to be holding things together well considering all of the circumstances at play here. However, I can see that they feel a bit lost.

The people of Alluvia, and more specifically Aeroglyph, are missing that sense of completion that only vengeance can bring. They have been horribly wronged, and the only way to close their wounds and begin the healing of their souls is to make them not just feel the need for Her vengeance, but understand it. They need to understand what I do: that there is a gray line that exists where people move away from slaughter for slaughters sake and understand that vengeance is a tool intended for healing in the realm of Justice. I think I can help to begin the healing process with these Alluvians, and I aim to do so.

Beyond my time of additional proselytizing here in Aeroglyph, I seek to perhaps gain audience with some level of leader within the military ranks to convey the need for bringing a different tact to approaching offense and defense in Alluvia. Alluvia is sorely lacking of more traditional means by which they can manage this war. Orvosa seems like an excellent partner for the Alluvians’ to strike a treaty with regarding this war as not only is there a legal precedence for such, but there is the reality that Orvosa has some of the best trained and capable ground forces in the world. Better to strike as one large, unified and strong force, than as two separate yet strong forces. Hopefully they will listen, as I foresee greater hardships and unnecessary deaths if such counsel is not taken.

Whoever may be reading this, and I pray it is an ally: please continue on in my stead. The individual for whom I track is profoundly dangerous and is required to be brought to justice. However, they need to be brought before Her so that proper justice may be meted out. I will stay in town perhaps for another two more ten-day before I leave enroute to Orvosa. I will be taking back up my search for my quarry and I am hoping that perhaps I may pick up the trail as I make my way along the major routes where bards and other travelers may have information of utility.

Blessed be Lady Ilosias’ infinite wisdom, desire to quell the pain and suffering of those wronged and Her trust in me to deliver those whom deserve justice by Her firm but righteous hand of justice!

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A Past Life
Choose Your Destiny

Running through the forest with the grass and moss between my toes felt amazing. The sunlight streamed through the tree branches like golden beams licking the earth and Talia was well ahead of me in our game of tag. She was the biggest wolf I had ever seen and mother told me she was probably the oldest I would ever know. I often heard mother speaking to her at night next to the fire, stroking her beautiful white fur and reminiscing about the days they lived with the elves in her tribe, many many years ago. Today mother had sent me out looking for plants for her various potions and elixirs she brewed for the people of Alluvia. With bundles of plants and flowers in my hands I raced through the forest as fast as my five year old legs would carry me, trying to catch up with Talia who raced through the forest with such ease and grace, she almost appeared to be flying.

Suddenly the edge of the forest opened and a cliff overlooking the rolling plains came upon me. I skidded to a stop, wondering where Talia had gone. Below I heard swords clashing, women shouting, and large explosions all around. I slowly peered over the edge and saw hundreds of women battling with unfamiliar soldiers. Some flew around casting powerful magics I did not understand, others wielded huge swords, slicing into their enemies. Fire, ice, and arrows flew through the sky. The women were beautiful, with blue runes adorning their bodies…

The Runeguard.

I looked down at my own arm and saw very faint but similar markings. A few days ago mother had told me that my body would be changing and that I would see such markings all over my body. Years ago I had been assessed and found to bear an ancient and powerful compatibility with magic. I know this worried my mother. I edged closer to the cliff to take a closer look and suddenly Talia was there. “Come Adora,” she spoke to me in her native wolf tongue, “This is no battle for a young one like yourself.” As I turned to leave I looked back over the cliff and proclaimed, “Someday though, Talia, someday I will be down there, fighting…fighting as a Runeguard…”

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Death and Rebirth of an ex Runeguard Fire Loving Druid Half-Elf
Because I'm Just That Awesome

The snow is falling and winter is upon us, so naturally we decide to go out into the cold and look for imperium soldiers. Their threat of impending doom has the city officials worried, but I fear, not worried enough.

During our adventure, after a near run in with a white dragon snacking on bison, we come across a camp of imperium, or what used to be imperium. Bodies litter the ground. We encounter an old man seemingly unaffected by the weather (magic assistance, no doubt) who tells us of a powerful runegaurd who decimated the camp. Most likely Yosanna we decide. I didn’t realize it then, but the old man would play a huge part in my life in the days to come.

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One never knows when their life is going to end, unless they are the ones to end it. As a runeguard, you would think I would have thought about my own death a lot. The truth is, I didn’t really. This was partially due to the fact that I just didn’t have time to ponder my own death. It was going to happen someday and there was nothing I could do about it. Unlike my mother, who is immortal, I did age. However, it was much slower than my human friends. Now, I have thought about death, of course. With so many around me dying, of course I have thought about how my own life may end someday. As a druid, I have always believed that death is a part of life and that rebirth and reincarnation would be a part of my own fate. Little did I know, that that day would be just around the corner.

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Death by scythe…and as a bird none the less. The metal tore through my flesh like a hot butter knife as I tried to flee. This battle cleric was fast…and strong. I remember thinking ‘I hope Torque and Corian make it out alive’ before everything went black.

I remember waking up in the snow, curled up next to Torque. I am warm and alive. I open my eyes and look around. Is this a dream I wonder. I try to stand and steady myself against Torque. Torque, my beloved animal companion, is here with me, and I am alive. I hug him, squeezing him deeply. I would truly be alone without him by my side. As I look around I realize I am in a camp, surround by strangers staring at me, wide eyed. I see Flynn rush towards me and hug me. I hug him, still hoping this isn’t a dream. Sir Allamonde stares at me, like I am some sort of ghost. Am I? Is this real? Corian approaches me, welcoming me back to the living, and proceeds with one of the most beautiful stories I have ever heard.

He and Torque managed to escape the imperium soldiers and battle clerics that had slain me. They rode off into the snow, carrying my body, until they could ride no more. While camping out, waiting to head out again after some rest to meet up with the rest of the group, he encountered the old man we had met earlier at the imperium encampment (full of the dead imperium). The old man was looking for his very old friend, the white dragon we had seen earlier, and Corian agreed to help him find him in exchange for a ride back to Aeroglyph. After finding our other companions, and when everyone was asleep, Corian witnessed my rebirth and described it as such:

“I overheard the old man speaking with Torque as he stroked and groomed him. He said ‘yes, I agree, I think she deserves it.’ He and Torque appeared to speak some more as the old man mumbled. So I sat and watched the old man do something I had never seen before in my life. A tree bent down, listening to the old man, they appeared to be conversing and then the trees very large roots emerged from the earth. They wrapped around your body and pulled you under. I waited several hours and then suddenly, the roots began to push back up from under the ground. Slowly, a large white flower with green flecks emerged. The flower began to grow and after awhile its petals folded open to reveal your newly healed body…”

He then told me that the old man left in search for his dragon and he (Corian) then dressed me, covered me with a blanket, and slept outside with Torque to guard my body.

My face streamed with tears. I didn’t know what to say. I felt humbled, honored, confused, and grateful all at the same time. I grabbed Corian and hugged him. Corian isn’t the hugging type, but at that moment I didn’t care. I had just been reborn from the earth. A true blessing from the God Storgg himself, and words were not enough. Corian softly patted my back and left me to my thoughts. I spent the next several moments, half crying and half praying. I prayed to Storgg how honored and humbled I was to have my life returned to me, for the true beauty of nature and the forest around me, for wonderful and loyal friends, and for the most devoted animal companion who managed to scoop up my dead body and not only save myself and Corain, but aid in my own rebirth by means of what I can only assume was a powerful druid. I prayed to Storgg that I may one day meet this man again so that I may thank him for my life.

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Aeroglyph
Past session journal entry

Aeroglyph…the city she once called home. The same city that she was trained in, bled in, defended unconditionally, grew as a woman, and fell as a ‘traitor’ to her Runeguard sisters. As she and the rest of the group traveled towards the city, her insides twisted into knots. She was nervous. It had been nearly a year since she had seen her beloved fallen Aeroglyph and been cast out of the Runeguard for refusing to follow orders from an emotionally compromised leader. It still pained her to know that many of her sisters feel betrayed by her actions, yet, she is not surprised.
As a Runeguard, she was taught to follow orders, to defend Alluvia, to support each other, and do it without question. She had always had a problem with authority growing up, but never once had she turned her back on the women she had come to love and call family…until the day she spoke her mind and was deemed a traitor by those she loved.
It was difficult to go back to a place where everyone you once spent so much time with, joked around with, shared secrets with, and defended Alluvia with, now hates you. It’s an awful feeling, a gut wrenching feeling, and one she was still not prepared to deal with. Though her confidence in herself and her own abilities had grown over the last several months traveling with her new (and old) friends, she didn’t know what to expect when she arrived home, and it scared her. She knows that what she did was the right decision and does not regret standing up for what she believed was a terribly wrong path Yosanna was about to go down but that doesn’t negate the fact that she misses her old life, her Runeguard sisters, and the trust they had in her. It is very lonely on the outside and she felt as if no one could understand her pain.
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Since the fall of Aeroglyph, the city still remained flightless, laying partially on its side instead of floating in the clouds like it once had. Coming upon this sight almost took her breath away and for a moment, she wept at the site of her beloved city still broken. Flynn appeared visibly upset as well and for a moment their eyes met and she knew his heart sank for the despair of their city as well. The only hope still inside her was knowing that she and her traveling companions held the secret to make Aeroglyph fly again. She just hoped that her elven friend did not have to sacrifice his life to make it so.
As they approached the city, she noticed the increased security surrounding the city. The city gates alone had four Runeguard and archers ready to take down anyone who threatened them. Guarding the city gates was one of her duties as a Runeguard. She wondered if she would ever guard her city again.
As they enter the gates, one of the Runeguards reminds her “You know the rules Adora…” She pulls up her hood but does not avert her eyes and looks into the face of the guard as she and Torque and the others enter Aeroglyph.
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It is weird being back in the city after being gone for so long. She and the others headed to Flynn’s estate to rest, bathe, and try to discover a solution to the chaotic problem plaguing our companion Corian. Though she cared for her friend and his wellbeing, being back in Aeroglyph had her mind racing and it was difficult for her to concentrate on this issue at hand. She was consumed with grief and headed to the gardens to pray.
It seemed like so long since she had spoken with her beloved God. Storgg was all around her and yet she had been so busy fighting and trying to survive she had forgotten to seek his guidance and comfort for her own heart ache.
She entered the garden, fell to her knees below the leafless willow tree, and prayed to her God. She prayed for her mother, whom she had not seen or heard from in nearly a year and who she worried about each day. She prayed for Corian, who was facing his own mortality alone in the woods this very moment. She prayed to Storgg to keep him safe and for Corian to realize he is valued, cared for, and loved by others. She prayed for Alluvia and asked Storgg to protect all the living creatures that call this country their home. Most importantly, she prayed for peace in her heart. For the grief and loss that she felt being cast out of the way of life she had known since a girl. Though she loved and cherished those years, she now knew they were behind her, and her fate was up to the Gods.
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Waiting for her friends to return from their meeting with Yosanna, she explored the city a bit. It was good to see some things had been repaired. Soon, the city would be flying again and Aeroglyph with be as it once was.
Upon the return of her friends she learned of the plans for returning to Uldevai and the assistance they would be given to put the shoggoth away in a powerful spell buried away deep inside a mountain. They learned of Corians true past, his noble blood, the death of his people, and though her heart ached for his loss, she was glad that he had chosen to live and face the chaos within his to preserve his bloodline.
So they teleported back to the ancient flightless city they had been scouring for months with the help of powerful allies and bound the chaotic and vile creature away and Corain’s chaos subsided…for a while. With that and the information from Yosanna and the wizard, they were able to make the city fly once again. Adora summoned Grundhu and he climbed to the highest tower and yelled in celebration that the city he once guarded was ascending to the air once again.
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Flying the city gave Adora a renewed hope and a new found confidence. She and her companions had fought many enemies, lost several friends, and sacrificed so much to complete the mission they knew was needed to restore Aeroglyph and renew hope to the citizens of Alluvia.
Seeing the faces of the nobles, official, guards, and Runeguards as they hovered the massive city next to Aeroglyph made her smile. She held her head high and met every gaze. Even though she was no longer a Runeguard, she was still a guardian of her country, a powerful caster of magic, a friend to her adventuring companions, a master of wild tigers, and a proud member of the Ascending Wardens who continue to bleed, sweat, and die for Alluvia. For that, she felt satisfied and for a moment, she began to love herself again.
**During her time in the city, Adora was able to connect with Drisco, the chief of the city guards and someone whom she loved dearly to learn more about her mother’s disappearance. It seems he has not heard from her as well. Before they head back out on a long adventure, she will try to travel home to Astalor for clues to her mother’s disappearance. Also, after learning that many of her sister Runeguards had gone insane after being stripped of their magic and Runeguard titles, she spent the evening silently weeping curled up with Torque in Flynn’s estate. She was not only sad that her sisters had endured so much pain but she was grateful she had friends to keep her from facing that same fate.

Journal Soundtrack:
Silence (Dj Tiesto’s In Search Of Sunrise Remix) by Delerium
There’s Only Me (Instrumental) by Rob Dougan
Hayling by FC Kahuna
Save Me From Myself by Sirenia
As The Rush Comes (Gabriel & Dresden Chill Out Mix) by Motorcycle
Euphoria (Firefly) by Delerium
Endless Reverie (Banco De Gaia Remix) by Azam Ali
Into The Dawn by JES
Eurydice by Sleepthief
Wolf Drawn by Emancipator

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Moral and Ethical Corruption
Flynn, Swift, Sundari, Law, Marquis

7/3/10/3441

I have encountered a set of serious circumstances that have presented to me the need to make very well thought out and correct decisions while balancing my moral and ethical center all in the midst of it. The Ascending Wardens have recently made decisions out on official military patrol that are of a near capital offense (attempted murder). Furthermore, upon returning to Aeroglyph from patrol, the capital was assailed by some foul beast that had attacked the city before and in this most recent attack plagued the Runeguard of Alluvia with a curse that will bring, seemingly, death upon all Runeguards.

In my travels with the Ascending Wardens, I have been put in a position of making not only decisions about actions by members of this group that are morally depraved to say the least, but as well how best to address them within the confines of the law and yet still be able to pursue the divine counseling I received by a month ago. It is incredibly complex and frankly has reminded me of a statement that Justice Malkut made to me several years ago when I was inducted into the Sect of the Inquisitor Harrier’s:

You will be required to make decisions without the luxury of counsel from those that you would like to seek council from. You will be the decision-maker. You will be the Inquisitor Harrier that must above all stand true to your calling of purity through law both in structure and writing and deliver the fair balance that exists between unbridled and senseless vengeance and justice served by it.

We recently left Aeroglyph on a routine military patrol to attempt to mitigate advancing forces of the Imperium. It is definitely an important duty for most of the Wardens since a majority of them are from Alluvia. I of course feel a moral and ethical sense of duty to help for several reasons.
1. My destiny appears to be entwined to some unknown degree with the Ascending Wardens based on divinations from the Order.
2. The Alluvians’ do honestly appear to need all of the help they can get as they have been dealt some serious setbacks by evil forces clearly aligned against Alluvia, bent on their destruction.
3. Rhodontius and Alluvia are allies, and what better of a way to strike a consistent diplomatic chord by selflessly helping Alluvia in whatever capacity I can offer?
4. There is a moral corruption that is sinking into the hearts and souls of two of the Ascending Warden’s and I feel a compulsion to try to help to the best of my abilities. Lord Swift and Sundari have serious problems of the soul. I hope the Word of Our Lady will help to bring some sense of relief, focus and direction for these wayward souls.
The patrol was very routine in nature. We moved across our patrol area and eventually came across a farmhouse. We immediately took note of the Imperium flag that hung outside and moved up on the farmstead to investigate.

Upon our arrival, the family seemed very nervous. Not sure if we were Imperium disguised, or actual Alluvian’s. Their fears were quickly laid to rest and the family informed us of what had happened. Imperium forces had confronted the family about their subjugation to the Imperium and demanded fealty. Apparently the family had been scared so badly that they have not removed the flag even after the Imperium soldiers’ departure for fear they would come back, see the flag gone, and slay them all. Clearly the Imperium has made their stance known and must be set upon in order to send a proper reply.

After the families gracious hosting of us, we left the next day out on patrol. The weather has been getting colder and colder with a good layer of snow in the fields, so we’ve been sticking to the roads of course where we can avoid fewer issues with holes and other hazards for our mounts and the like. This unfortunately led us to a point of being setup for an ambush that ultimately led us to the crux of the moral and ethical depravity that I mentioned above.

Approximately a two day’s ride out from the farmstead we ran across a largely unmarked crossroads. The only identifiable way marker at that crossroads was a berm approximately forty feet long in the southwest quadrant of the crossroads that was approximately fifteen feet high. Almost a complete day’s ride past that is where we encountered a small set of large trees that overhung the road and within one of them was an assassin.

I have to concede that there is no way I would have seen the assassin on my own. Fortunately, Adora (the Runeguard I mentioned before) has an incredibly keen eye and spotted him. Furthermore she made a rather clever innuendo that alerted Corian (the profound Elven archer I mentioned earlier as well) whom took action and immediately shot the man right as he was about to sound what appeared to be an alert horn. The man shot, fell from the tree down into the snow with the horn a couple of feet away. Quickly everyone reacted and ended up capturing the man. This is where the problems truly occurred regarding the moral and ethical depravity I mentioned earlier.

A short time after his capture, I would say within a minute or two actually, a series of horns began to sound. This apparently was some form of challenge/response system and the reply that his now assumed scout was to make was missed. It was agreed upon that this man would need to be interrogated in order to get information relative to not only the force that was in the area, but as well as any troop movement information overall. The scout (I’ll just refer to him as a scout from this point forward as that is what it seems like he was in function) was tied up, and I made an attempt to extract information from him. Unfortunately I think I was a bit yet charged from the surprise that this scout put upon us and didn’t get a good line of questioning or fear implemented.

Lord Swift then took the reigns as it were and began to ask some questions. It seemed that he was getting about the same level or response as I was initially when all of a sudden Corian approached and drove the pommel of his sword into the scouts’ hand which outright shattered it. While certainly right on the line of acceptable torture, the Imperium scout still did not break. It was at this time that I asked Corian to step-aside with me so I could speak with him. We were approximately fifty to sixty feet away at this point.

While being as diplomatic and understanding as possible, I informed Corian of my moral dilemma regarding the torture of the scout. I informed Corian that I support the interrogation, but for the sense of morality, I couldn’t let much more severe actions to be taken against the prisoner scout. Corian seemed to be amenable to this, whilst I do admit that he was a bit worked up from the frustration of the situation, and frankly I don’t blame him: I was as well. It was apparently at this time that Lord Swift then involved himself again by drawing a dagger across the face of the scout, but again to no avail. In fact, so well trained was the scout for counter-interrogation that he collected his nerve and even spit in the face of Lord Swift. This is when everything went awry.

At the point that Lord Swift finished drawing the dagger across the face of the scout (and I will testify that the cut along the cheek of the scout was quite ok in light of the seriousness of the situation in defense of Lord Swift’s actions thus far) and questioned his desire to continue to hold out with the information desired that the scout spit in the face of the noble. Certainly, I will admit that that is a known offense in practically every country I have heard of, and a pretty serious one here in Alluvia. Instantly, Sundari responded by directing a lethal amount of force vis-à-vis a punch to the throat of the scout so hard that veins and arteries immediately bust as witnessed by the swelling and darkening of the entire front half of the neck. Additionally, the man could not be heard making any noise whatsoever even though he appeared to be grasping for his breath. This was what led me to recognize that the blow was lethal since the larynx had completely collapsed cutting off the scout’s air supply. Had it not been for the swift reaction of Adora to utilize lifesaving magic’s upon the prisoner, the scout would have died within seconds.

At the commotion that was caused by the near fatal blow by Sundari, I rushed over and figured out what had happened. I immediately declared that what had happened was a felony in the nation of Alluvia and that Sundari would need to be taken in to face criminal charges for the attempted murder of a bound prisoner. To my utter astonishment Lord Swift primarily and quite loudly came to the defense of Sundari and supported her actions by saying that the two nations were in the midst of a war as well as confirming that spitting upon a noble was a crime. Incredulous! Murdering, or attempting to murder a bound prisoner was supported by a titled Lord of the Land! I without hesitation disputed the validity of the Lords’ assertion that he was legally within his rights to take or defend such an action and Lord Swift with an egregious disregard for the law, morality and a sensical approach to civilized warfare told me I was wrong and attempted to banish me from the group. My ability to tolerate such immorality and flagrant violations of the law had at this juncture ended.

At the continued belittling of my person and the law I challenged the Lord to a mounted duel. Not surprisingly, the Lord passively denied the acceptance of my challenge to him by continuing to speak very loudly and ignoring my continual challenge to him from horseback. Lord Swift additionally continued to berate me at which point I informed him that I would not leave the Ascending Warden’s company and that I would in fact continue on in the same direction. At this point, Corian and Adora both intervened with words meant to diffuse the situation and additionally, Corian pointed out that the missed response signal would likely be bringing a significant response shortly. At that point, the rationale of what Corian stated sunk into everyone’s mind and everyone agreed that moving out immediately would be in the best interest of everyone there.

Immediately following the agreement that everyone would move out back towards the last crossroads a full day back, Corian and Adora stated that they would stay behind just long enough to place the bound scout into the tree. They figured they would be no longer than a bell behind us. Everyone else immediately mounted up and left for the crossroads. We eventually arrived at the crossroads while not encountering anything until we arrived at the crossroads proper.

Upon our arrival at the crossroads we took note of a large wagon tipped over and the clearly audible screams of what seemed like a human female in absolute fear of her life. However, the snow fall had been and continued to obfuscate our vision beyond perhaps thirty to fifty feet. As such, I informed everyone that I would circle around on Tal-Quar-Ian so I could be in a good position for charging if need be.

As I rounded the end of the wagon at an arc and equal distance to maintain a safe and tactically sound distance I took note of five trolls. They had a human female it seemed at the time (which I later confirmed was in fact a human female) in their grasp and were hauling her away: likely to rape, kill and consume her. I yelled out to the trolls a challenge that was meant to inform both everyone behind me of the danger and as well to hopefully intimidate the trolls. Naturally, as is the case with trolls, they are too dumb to know when righteous death visits them and they continued on their path to leave.

I immediately charged in and delivered a damning and holy blow with my lance to one of the rear trolls and as I continued by the now trampled and impaled troll, yelled out to attack them. Over the course of the melee, everyone fought bravely in the defense of the woman fearing for her life. However, as is the nature of fighting trolls in such numbers, the danger caught up with Lord Swift and a couple of trolls eventually dealt what were near a lethal set of blows to him as he fell from his mount to the snow floor of the battlefield. I, with the assistance of the others posing a tactically sound distraction, delivered all of the trolls to an appropriately violent and painful death.

After all of the trolls were slain, I poured the Holy magic’s of Our Lady of Vengeance through the dying body of Lord Swift and revived him to near complete health. Upon the Lord’s return to a conscious state I inquired of the lady where her traveling companions were and she replied by informing me that they had taken off to the northwest to pursue another band of trolls. I thanked the young lady and immediately took off in pursuit of the other group. Often most men do not know of the perils of trolls and find themselves woefully ill-prepared to fight and permanently kill them.

After a few minutes of riding at an all-out gallop following the many horse tracks I caught up with the human band in the midst of battle with the trolls and lent what aid I could to them. Victory came swiftly and the humans suffered no deaths at the hands of the trolls thank Ilosia! I informed the men who I was and what had transpired back at the crossroads. They provided their heartfelt gratitude for saving the young ladies life and we all traveled back to the crossroads together.

Shortly thereafter we all agreed that Corian and Adora must have been caught in some unfortunate snow or what not and likely must have decided to camp overnight and meet up with us in the morning. So, with a bit of trepidation as to their status, I setup a large pavilion tent with the assistance of the others and we took a much needed rest. However, our hopes were sadly dashed when a few bells later Corian came rushing into camp on the back of Torque (her tamed tiger companion) with Adoras’ cold body tied down over Torque. Apparently a battle with a significantly powerful and vile force took the life of Adora while Corian was barely able to escape. Thankfully at least Corian and Torque survived instead of it being a complete slaughter. Additionally, Corian took into his company an old man that appeared to be addled minded and as one would expect, lost. A kind gesture for certain. However, the old man ended up providing one hell of an unexpected event but a few bells later.

Apparently the old man was some sort of a wizard either playing very odd and frankly creepy games, or he is an incredibly powerful wizard that is severely mentally disabled: either way that is scary. However, as I was later informed by Corian, while I slept the old man conjured some manner of magic such that he actually brought Adora back to life. The entire situation was extremely odd and has me very taken aback. I will need to take some time to truly process that situation. There are so many questions! Where did he come from? How did he just ‘happen’ across Corian and thus, our path? How did he manage to utilize such powers while not seemingly having much of his wits about him?

In the end, with Adora delivered back to the living and seemingly everything set straight relatively speaking, we all moved out back to Aeroglyph. Several days later we all arrived unmolested back to the capital. However, while clearly luck had blessed us all in many ways to see us back to the capital, Aeroglyph as well as all of Alluvia would not be so fortunate. As we arrived, and we were all figuring out what we would see to, a foul beast with profound magical power appeared over the city and proclaimed that the formerly mentioned price would be paid for not turning the Ascending Wardens over to the Imperium.

The Runeguard and other protectors of the city flew skyward or fired skyward with great magic and other more mundane firepower to only see it turned back. The creature then proclaimed a curse of some sorts and immediately the affects were witnessed. The runes that covered Runeguards bodies began to run like ink on a ragingly hot summer day. As the curse took effect, Runeguard as well began to become ill, vomiting, falling to the ground and in some cases having fits right before everyone’s eyes. One of the leaders of the city then yelled out to all Runeguard to leave the city and hopefully save their lives. Corian and I immediately looked to Adora and told her to run, and she did.

As Adora ran for her life, I looked around to see what I could just as the foul creature disappeared into thin air. I realized that my best way of helping would be to stay out of the way, but visible in the event that some martial assistance may be needed. As odd as it seemed, I figured this would be a good time to find some magister or noble that may not be consumed by any duties required at the immediate moment and bring to his attention the unfortunate and felonious activities of Sundari.

It just so happened as I approached a guard house that a noble by the name of Marquis Adole Unyarh was on site and said he would see me. Not only was the noble a Marquis, but he as well held the second seat of the Judicial Council of Aeroglyph and was naturally a justicar by position. I was told to come back in one bell for audience. I have hastily written this account while I waited and now I am summoned….

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Friedmont, Allamonde, Ulduvai, Corian, shoggoth, artifacts

Work Chronicles of Sir Friedmont O. Allamonde, Knight of the Order of Judicial Inquisitor’s and Holy Champion to Her Grace

Other than through divine indication that I am on the right track, I have had no sighting of my quarry. As such, I’ll keep on track with the Sovereign Blades.
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In the event that something happens, and another should find my body and possession, these notes may be of use and so I provide a warning to my potential successor if every that should come to pass: be very wary of these travelers. They are generally speaking kind enough, but their methodology about how they go about resolving matters, how they carry themselves, and what their motives are for doing what they are doing are all very unusual and frankly suspect.

Lord Flynn Swift is a noble from Aeroglyph, Alluvia. He’s charming, well spoken, clearly has a noble’s education and is reasonable with a weapon (more of a dilettante than anything I suspect). I’ve been traveling with the Sovereign Blades for close to a year and a half now and I have seen a positive change in his personality towards being more mature, not as arrogant and easier to be around. However, he appears to have a wandering moral compass. His ethics are highly questionable in how he will go to change resolving one situation to the next. He seems to be very amiable and welcoming when things are going well, but when situations start turning badly, he is an opportunist. As such, I warily trust him. He makes me uneasy and suspicious. Be very careful about trusting this man.

Adora Sinea is another member of the Sovereign Blades. She is another interesting person. She is a former runeguard: cast out for treason against the Order of the Runeguard. Needless to say, I trust her even less than Lord Swift. It’s beyond incredulity that she attempts to portray herself as a righteous person, but yet, she’s a traitor. She professes her love of country and the like, which I don’t necessarily disagree with. It’s more the issue of her level of sincerity to country and cause. How awful to be a respected member of the Order of the Runeguards, which many, many people know far and abroad and frankly revere and respect, to be cast out as a traitor. On a related note to Adora, she seems nice enough and she is I will admit extremely comely. Her particular profession beyond that of being a former runeguard member is apparently that of a forester. From what I’ve overheard, she lived with her mother in a small cottage of sorts and learned the ways of druidism. She has a very large tiger that travels with her named Torque. It’s clearly a smarter and wiser animal than an average beast. Clearly Torque is not to the standards of Tal-Quar-Ian, but capable and loyal.

Corian is another individual, an elf in fact, that is part of the Sovereign Blades. He’s a difficult person to peg down but he seems honorable enough. I don’t get the uneasy feeling around him that I get from Lord Swift and Adora. Of course, he is elven, and in fact the first I’ve ever met in person, so the jury is still out as I have to get to know him better. Corian is a gifted archer and arcane wielder. His abilities with a bow are truly profound. His martial capacities beyond a bow haven’t been exercised as of yet and so I have no idea. I believe the key with Corian is that he appears to be by all accounts very trustworthy. For the life of me, I wonder as to why he travels with Lord Swift and Adora, but he has been one of the greatest influences with me continuing to stay with the Sovereign Blades beyond others that She has given. Corian could at some point be considered a friend, but I wouldn’t be arrogant enough to assume he would even tolerate such a relationship based on what I’ve read of elves. Who can blame them though I suppose, we humans must look like seven day flies compared to their longevity. If anyone would be trusted reasonably so, trust Corian. He is reasonable, listens to you and doesn’t get outraged if you have a point that runs counter to what point is being offered.

Ortan Swillbeard is a degenerate drunk and a priest. I must profess that I as well had never met a dwarf in person before Ortan, much as I had never met an elf before Corian. What a difference. He is very rough, stodgy, and belligerent. He appears to be capable of healing, but his moral character seems to be centered on drinking, filth and living the life of a degenerate. If that is indeed his drive, he has done well. Based on his loose moral character and propensity for a loathsome lifestyle recommend watching this dwarf closely. He hasn’t given any reason for concern of imminent threat such as murder or robbery, but with character issues such as he has, it wouldn’t surprise me. In terms of combat skills, he seems to have the capacity to carry himself well enough in combat.

Overall, I am not trusting of this group (with the exception of Corian) as they all seem to have spotty, unreliable backgrounds. I would again highly recommend doing additional studies to find more about these people in order to figure out what kind of relationship you should have with them. As of now, I have decided to maintain a merely contractual/consulting sort of relationship with them. Unless something changes significantly, I could never have a meaningful relationship with them with possibly the exception of Corian.
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The last few months have been very trying. The Sovereign Blades and I have fought in the city of Ulduvai. Ulduvai was once a flying city in a likely greater era in Alluvia’s history. The charge of the Sovereign Blades has been to explore the city, and look for artifacts and/or knowledge about how the artifacts can assist in helping bring Aeroglyph back to the status of a flying city once again.

During my travels in Ulduvai with the Sovereign Blades, I have found that they are highly chaotic as my earlier observations of them individually are, with the exception of Corian. He is very adept in combat and has been instrumental in helping to bring down a plethora of demons and other fell creatures in the now fallen and defunct city.

In my times in the city of Ulduvai and in fighting next to the Sovereign Blades I have found that they are very reliable in combat: a great and valuable asset. However, the processes by which they function are still decidedly frightening. Most decisions are made by process of a group vote. This is so quaint. I don’t even know what one would call such a decision making process, but it is not efficient or productive.

There are times when Lord Swift will come forward and appear to push for a leadership role, but then he melts backwards and goes for a group consensus. It baffles me to the point of madness! How can a titled lord, whom has by all likelihood been educated in leadership and warfare to some degree, be so lackadaisical about what seems to be a natural desire to lead for a lord? Great, ask for advice from Adora, Corian, I, Ortan, etc. but why is this man seemingly wanton to cause so much confusion? Every day tries my patience and my desire to take the minotaur by its horns, but I can’t, as it is not my place, my duty and something I just don’t think this group of people are mature enough for with the possible exception of Corian. The irony here: a titled lord, and a former runeguard (whom are soldiers), neither of whom provide any leadership in its proper form. By all rights Lord Swift should take command of this group, particularly of the citizens of Alluvia (such as Adora and Ortan) as their rightful superior and lead them.
I can say this though, when we took the fight to a wizard by the name of Banderak, the world became very odd. It all started with a conversation that some of us had with Banderak. This creature reeked of evil, yet his charms worked so well, specifically on Lord Swift. Lord Swift began discussing, I dare say I am even reticent to think these words let alone write them, the finer points of the city and began to take sides with this obviously foul creature. When I say takes sides I mean the conversation began to occur about property rights!! Who in their wildest imagination would think of such an absurd notion?! These lands are the property of the Crown of Alluvia! I know that not just as a lawyer but as an educated gentleman of Rhodontius. Alas, Lord Swift took sides with Banderak as did others and I left. Weak minded fools fell to the charming call of evil.

However, the oddest set of events I have ever borne witness to occurred shortly thereafter. That evening as we all slept I had a dream in which a most foul demon from the deepest of the Abyss’ levels set upon us and as valiantly as I fought I was smote by the demon. The others (as it seemed I was observing things from a disembodied perspective) went back to Creesk with my body in an attempt to attain divine magic’s that would bear me back to life. In a flash, the dream was over and I awoke with the others telling me that there had been some form of magical attack in our dreams but that we were now ok. To be honest, it seemed very odd, but then again, I am not a wizard and know nothing of their ways. Corian explained it to me, but that is a science I have not been trained in and since I have had no real reason to distrust him, I took his word for it. I can say this: clearly Ilosia wanted revenge for such a dare to kill me in the midst of my mission.

It was then that we returned to Creesk to try to find mercenaries whom could help with slaying Banderak. During the approximate month of travel back to Creesk we encountered by way of Adora’s excellent observation skills a half-breed named Garok. A brief discussion occurred and to my astonishment Lord Swift and the others “voted” him into the group. At this point, it is laughable how things are done. Here is a half-breed orc that proclaims he is a tracker and bounty hunter and they simply blindly trust a creature who was tracking them into their camp beyond a simple travelers welcome and share of a fire.

During the campfire discussion I was surprised to find upon questioning his credentials that he is in fact registered with the crown as a bounty hunter. I was quite pleased about that. He seems like he may be moderately capable in a combat situation, but he is no soldier. It’s hard to say overall though what to expect from Garok since he doesn’t interact with people very much and is very quiet; he seems pretty dim intellectually. He clearly has the skill to perform moderately difficult quarry tracking, but beyond that, I have no idea why he was hired/admitted to the Sovereign Blades. Overall, I am in the middle of the road on this half-breed. I would spend more time learning about him and talking with him to see about whether he can be trusted or not.

Upon arrival back to Creesk a hiring process was undertaken to find some qualified mercenaries. Again, the group/vote process presented itself which bit me square in the rear. A woman by the name of Sundari approached the table that everyone was at and inquired about employment. It wasn’t apparently to long before she was hired into the Sovereign Blades from what appeared to be a brief interview process.

She is religious and monastic in her teachings and lifestyle. As far as I can tell, she has no profession, which is concerning. She’s pretty obnoxious though when you interact with her. To a large degree, she either has a low opinion of herself or she is one of the most arrogant people I’ve ever met as she makes a joke out of most things she discusses and acts very flippant about almost all decisions. In dealing with her I’m suspicious of her having been possibly kicked out of her monastery for what would seem to be discipline issues, maturity issues or both. I have no idea what she will be like as the group just hired her but she seems to be calm and collected, likely a result of good training in martial skills. However, I can’t get over the lack of clarity or sense to her. She acts completely random and somewhat childlike in situations that have no calling for such a reaction. To top it all off, she has a serious alcohol issue. Not as bad as Ortan, but pretty bad.

Additionally, a former soldier by the name of Isabelle approached the table as well looking for work. She is a self-admitted millwright of traps and specializes in creating them for infiltrating complexes. I have yet to see her produce any, so I have no idea if this is true. I have no idea as to why she is no longer serving, but, that is perhaps something I can learn of more. I would really like to know, as I am starting to see a pattern here: flunkies that fall out of their specific calling (with the exception of Corian thus far) and group together to work: if that is the case, not good. I will be spending more time to get to know her and recommend that if you are reading this, you do so as well.

Later that evening when I went back downstairs from my room after bathing and taking care of personal matters to see what the status of the hiring’s were. It appeared that they were still in the final processes of it, but close nonetheless. As I approached, I was asked if I had any input. I said, yes. I believed that we should put these people through some trials before we left town to see if they truly brought to the quest what they said they did. In response to that I was berated by both Lord Swift and Adora for taking too much time and additionally that it wasn’t my place to do such a thing either. The irony to whom may read this is that a traitor felt it her place to tell me, a Knight of the Order of Judicial Inquisitor’s and a Holy Champion to Her Holy and Vengeful Lady, how to go about qualifying a mercenary. If nothing else, I feel that Her Lady would find the irony entertaining.

I admit that I lost my temper and patience as I had been holding on to such anger and frustration for so long. I told Adora that since that is how she felt, that I would part way with them and I did in fact do so. Immediately following that separation of ways I went back to my room, relaxed or the remainder of the day before I set out to Aeroglyph the next day. At that point I believe the Sovereign Blades were preparing to the leave the next morning.
My travels to Aeroglyph over the course of the next ten day were unfettered. It was honestly very relaxing with just me and Tal-Quar-Ian traveling alone once again. Riding with Tal beneath me as a symbol of righteous authority truly precipitates a calming feeling I must admit. I must admit that it helps as well with keeping riff-raff away as I travel, ha! The next few nights under the stars I mostly contemplated my holy quest since I had complete silence and nothing else to consider. I’ve been on the road for almost a few years now and it is good to refocus and contemplate what I’ve been doing and to ask if that is taking me where I need to be going. Thus far it has seemed that way, but it clearly must not be as such. The Sovereign Blades are an undisciplined, rowdy, and haphazard group of people. They mean well I truly believe, but, they’re dangerous.

As I rode into Aeroglyph I decided to gather myself, reconnoiter my notes from the last two plus years and make sure I haven’t missed anything that may have led me astray. I also decided that during this time of chaos, anger, hurt and desire for revenge that I would help bring the Word to Aeroglyph. Not only will I tithe of course but I will also speak to the wary, the downtrodden and hurt and reinvigorate their souls with a passion for hope and for revenge!!
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Over the last three weeks I’ve managed to get a lot done. I have proselytized to the masses for a solid three ten days’ worth of time. Not in a row, but with days scattered in between so that I might gather my knowledge of all that has transpired over the last just shy of three years. I can see and feel the passion in this Alluvians. They want to bring suffering to those whom have made them hurt so much. The first ten days were difficult. I had to peel back the scabs that have crusted up over the raw emotional nerves to allow for the hurt to truly appreciate what is going on. It’s been invigorating to once again be able to hug a child, a sad and lonely woman who has lost a husband or a nobleman who has lost soldiers under his command. When you’re on the road for so long, you can lose track of those important things in life. I’ve brought into the fold solidly a good eleven souls, four of whom have decided to join the priesthood as acolytes. Another twenty-two have decided to worship Lady Ilosia and truly understand the importance of justice through vengeance. Life is good my Lady. Thank you for your blessings.
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After the last three ten days of proselytizing I felt a renewed sense of urgency to make contact with the Order of Judicial Inquisitor’s back in Rhodontius. I went to the small (but now growing) temple that venerates Lady Ilosia and worked with a priest to send a message to the temple. I was rewarded with a message only four bells later. The message was not what I expected. An Inquisitive Diviner informed me that the Bones of Foresight saw success on the same trail that the Sovereign Blades travel.

Oh Lady….I felt anger, but as quickly as I felt it, I felt it subside and a sense of vigor washed over me, clearly your Holy Grace, and I realized that such righteous paths are not easy and that if such a path was laid before me by your Holiness, then that is the path I would take! I speak this prayer and will reflect upon it regularly:

I pray to you Lady Ilosia, I pray for these wayward souls to achieve sanity so that they may live to fulfill their goodly cause; to achieve a synergy that defines it purpose; I pray to You to deliver upon these reckless few the clear path and divine guidance that they only pay lip service to through their tolerant gods, all with the exception of Lord Swift. He takes Your name for self-serving need. Please Lady, take vengeance on him so he may be rebranded with the fire in his soul of Your ever burning reminder to obedience. He does not venerate You with heart and with love. He takes Your name when it suits him and thinks not of it later. It makes me feel very angry and very vengeful for his lack of love to You. I ask for our divine blessing in allowing me the continued grace and patience to tolerate this man whom takes Your name in casual mention. Allow him to see the light that Your divine grace provides so that he might see that path once again and come to glory once more. Let him know vengeance against all of those whom have attacked his country, harmed his people and broken his heart so that he will know You in your divine perfection!

I immediately packed up my gear, prepared Tal for the rode with a proper grooming, and finalized all other odds and ends before my need for departure. I then sought out a wizard to expedite my return to Ulduvai where I would meet up with the Sovereign Blades hopefully. If I am correct in my math, I should be close to on time with their arrival and the impending battle that needs to be had with Banderak.
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Before the arcane professor teleported me in I prepared a spell of grace, one of protection and one to allow me to smite any foes that would dare stand before me. The professor teleported me and I literally appeared in Banderaks’ chamber a moment after the woman, whom I recall as Brianca, split Banderaks’ head in twain. Marvelous! The job was done and no one died. However the frustration of seeing Lord Swift and Adora definitely arose swiftly.

There was a brief discussion about my return which I briefly explained was tied to my quest and it was left at that. They seemed to be accepting enough of the reasons and did not object, so I began discussing with them what laid before the Sovereign Blades and I. Essentially a basic plan of scouring the city was put together to find the remaining artifacts so that the information and artifacts could be relayed to the proper authorities back in Aeroglyph.

Over the coming week several battles occurred with demons no less! There fearsome beasts and all were sent back to the bowels of the Abyss. Foul sons of bitches that they are indeed! As more time progressed and more of city was searched a most foul beast was uncovered. This beast is apparently called a shoggoth (I double checked the spelling with Corian and that is correct in case you need to take this back to elders) and it is a beast of epic chaos. Apparently it hails from reaches so far beyond our sphere that it is simply incomprehensible. It appears to be a part of the arcane teachings to be aware of such things and as such, I had no ability to intelligently discuss the matter. This terrifying creature is well beyond our capacity (and I daresay, perhaps even against the ability of a mundane army: this beast may possibly only be slain by magic’s) and as such we are formulating a plan as we search the city for how to deal with it.

What I can say is that the Staff of Rightful Rule was uncovered and it was as well found that an item called the Bag of Winds and the Fandibulum (not sure on the spelling) are needed. The Fandibulum is a room that we have found and it was largely figured out how it would work. The Bag of Winds seems as if it may be lost to time though. For now, the priority seems to be to find a way to destroy this creature. Corian has a plan to read through some tomes that have been discovered and hopefully they will lead us to a solution in destroying this foul beast from the ends of reality.
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A horrible turn of events has been visited upon poor Corian. How can I seek vengeance on his behalf against arcane professors from millennia gone past? Corian has read the tomes I mentioned from a few days ago. As a result of one tome that is infused with the chaos of this beast that roams and destroys all in its path, Corian seemingly has been infused with the some level of chaos associated with this beast. There has been discussion between Corian and Adora as to the nature of it and other things, but I simply don’t understand the complexities of it. A lawyer, Inquisitor, and holy champion I may be, but alas an arcanist I am not. No one knows what to do; however, I have borne witness to his soul and he bears no stain of evil. I dare not bear witness to his soul as to this chaotic sickness he is infused with as I know the return and folly of such an action. I know that we need to continue to find another path to help Corian, and I pray we find it in time if this is indeed dangerous.
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A vault in the ground near the border of the city has been found and searched. Not sure what it was once used for, but it seems to be a good place to rest and gather ourselves if need be. More information has been uncovered about Corian’s affliction. After reading the tome, somehow Corian was forcibly connected to the shoggoth. No one knows how, but it is in fact what has happened. Apparently where Corian goes and where the shoggoth goes, they are both aware of it. It has been determined after discussion that returning to Creesk and/or Aeroglyph for guidance will be the best option. Everyone is at their wits end on how to solve this symbiotic relationship that the two have, and the shoggoth must die on principle as it is evil, a source of ultimate chaos and most profoundly destructive. We all set out tomorrow back to Creesk.
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We’d been on the road for two and half ten day when serendipitously enough, the Chosen Few were spotted walking on a magical cloud of traveling. Their attention managed to be caught by all of us calling for them and making ourselves quite obvious on the ground. They descended and we spent the rest of the day and night talking, sharing a fire and stories as well as good food, and discussed the matters of Ulduvai as well. After all was discussed it was determined that they would make an attempt to heal Corian of this affliction. Ultimately, the magic’s cast in the morning were no avail. The Chosen Few have offered to teleport back most of the Sovereign Blades. I offered traveling back with Tal myself in the company of Adora. We told Corian and everyone else that we would meet up in between a half to a ten day.

As we arrived into town we were briefed that Corian had no luck on uncovering information regarding his plight with arcanists in Creesk. As such, plans were made to go to Aeroglyph the next day. We took refuge in the comforts of proper lodging, rested up, recouped any needed provisions and what not and set out the next morning.

Several days later we all arrived in Aeroglyph. It was much as it was when I last saw it roughly just overly a month ago, with the exception that the cold had brought with it a thin veil of snow and frost covering everything like a blanket. Corian immediately sought out magical aid from casters felt to have greater knowledge of such afflictions that he bears. The others all went about their business proper. I would like to take a moment to acknowledge a robbery on the way between Creesk and Aeroglyph. A halfling and his similar companions came from the hanging trees over our passage and stole an ioun stone from me as well as much money and a few mundane items from others. Corian used magic to aid his search and Adora sent up Torque into the trees to track them. In the end they gave back much of it, but did not surrender. I have properly listed this band of felons in my book. If you are reading this, then I am dead. As such, I ask of you to bear my vengeance and lay it upon these felons and bring them to justice as justice calls for it in these lands. Those felons MUST FUCKING PAY!!!! Corian along with members of the Chosen Few were able to come up with a plan that would allow for sealing the shoggoth up and forcing it to slumber for massive amounts of time, with renewal of the magic every so often. This would allow for Corian to continue on with not nearly the burden that he carries now and to try finding a better solution at another time. Additionally, this plan will help to protect the countryside from the wrath of the shoggoth.

Alas, as a few days went by, it was determined that we needed to head back (after some information was given regarding how we might be able to discover the Bag of Winds) to Ulduvai to continue this quest of aiding in information retrieval in order to ultimately get Aeroglyph flying again. Again, teleports were used to transport the Sovereign Blades and I back to Ulduvai. As we arrived, Corian and the others went to implementing the plan they had previously discussed. Suffice to say, it was an incredibly difficult arcane ritual that apparently they all came up with as a unique response to what was happening.

After but only perhaps fifteen minutes, the entire affair was over. They tried to describe to me what happened, but frankly after a short bit into the monologue, I could no longer understand it. Most importantly, the result of this magical endeavor was that Corian’s tie to the shoggoth was diminished so greatly that magical analysis barely bore out the tie even existing. Sadly, the aesthetic impacts remained: the black eyes, a lightly smoldering of something resembling smoke coming forth from his eyes and the like. Though, the fact that Corian has his life in a much better position speaks volumes as to the success thus far.
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Over the course of the next day and a half, the Bag of Winds was uncovered, taken to the Fandibulum. The staff was placed within the Fandibulum as well as miracle happened: the city came to life. The room lit up, magic hummed through the control chamber, an ancient magical power awakened and the flying ape guardians came forth to help protect the city. I am beside myself with the awesome glory of the City of Ulduvai; brought back from the forgotten annuls of history and once again rising into the skies of Alluvia to go and bring aid to the hurt, homeless, and demoralized. Ulduvai flies again and I am a part of this magical and divine experience!

All hail Your Grace! You bring vengeance back floating through the air, ready to bring justice to those whom have been found guilty of violence so unwarranted and so unjust!
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You may have taken my title, but you can't break my will

Aeroglyph…the city she once called home. The same city that she was trained in, bled in, defended unconditionally, grew as a woman, and fell as a ‘traitor’ to her Runeguard sisters. As she and the rest of the group traveled towards the city, her insides twisted into knots. She was nervous. It had been nearly a year since she had seen her beloved fallen Aeroglyph and been cast out of the Runeguard for refusing to follow orders from an emotionally compromised leader. It still pained her to know that many of her sisters feel betrayed by her actions, yet, she is not surprised.
As a Runeguard, she was taught to follow orders, to defend Alluvia, to support each other, and do it without question. She had always had a problem with authority growing up, but never once had she turned her back on the women she had come to love and call family…until the day she spoke her mind and was deemed a traitor by those she loved.
It was difficult to go back to a place where everyone you once spent so much time with, joked around with, shared secrets with, and defended Alluvia with, now hates you. It’s an awful feeling, a gut wrenching feeling, and one she was still not prepared to deal with. Though her confidence in herself and her own abilities had grown over the last several months traveling with her new (and old) friends, she didn’t know what to expect when she arrived home, and it scared her. She knows that what she did was the right decision and does not regret standing up for what she believed was a terribly wrong path Yosanna was about to go down but that doesn’t negate the fact that she misses her old life, her Runeguard sisters, and the trust they had in her. It is very lonely on the outside and she felt as if no one could understand her pain.
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Since the fall of Aeroglyph, the city still remained flightless, laying partially on its side instead of floating in the clouds like it once had. Coming upon this sight almost took her breath away and for a moment, she wept at the site of her beloved city still broken. Flynn appeared visibly upset as well and for a moment their eyes met and she knew his heart sank for the despair of their city as well. The only hope still inside her was knowing that she and her traveling companions held the secret to make Aeroglyph fly again. She just hoped that her elven friend did not have to sacrifice his life to make it so.
As they approached the city, she noticed the increased security surrounding the city. The city gates alone had four Runeguard and archers ready to take down anyone who threatened them. Guarding the city gates was one of her duties as a Runeguard. She wondered if she would ever guard her city again.
As they enter the gates, one of the Runeguards reminds her “You know the rules Adora…” She pulls up her hood but does not avert her eyes and looks into the face of the guard as she and Torque and the others enter Aeroglyph.
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It is weird being back in the city after being gone for so long. She and the others headed to Flynn’s estate to rest, bathe, and try to discover a solution to the chaotic problem plaguing our companion Corian. Though she cared for her friend and his wellbeing, being back in Aeroglyph had her mind racing and it was difficult for her to concentrate on this issue at hand. She was consumed with grief and headed to the gardens to pray.
It seemed like so long since she had spoken with her beloved God. Storgg was all around her and yet she had been so busy fighting and trying to survive she had forgotten to seek his guidance and comfort for her own heart ache.
She entered the garden, fell to her knees below the leafless willow tree, and prayed to her God. She prayed for her mother, whom she had not seen or heard from in nearly a year and who she worried about each day. She prayed for Corian, who was facing his own mortality alone in the woods this very moment. She prayed to Storgg to keep him safe and for Corian to realize he is valued, cared for, and loved by others. She prayed for Alluvia and asked Storgg to protect all the living creatures that call this country their home. Most importantly, she prayed for peace in her heart. For the grief and loss that she felt being cast out of the way of life she had known since a girl. Though she loved and cherished those years, she now knew they were behind her, and her fate was up to the Gods.
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Waiting for her friends to return from their meeting with Yosanna, she explored the city a bit. It was good to see some things had been repaired. Soon, the city would be flying again and Aeroglyph with be as it once was.
Upon the return of her friends she learned of the plans for returning to Uldevai and the assistance they would be given to put the shoggoth away in a powerful spell buried away deep inside a mountain. They learned of Corians true past, his noble blood, the death of his people, and though her heart ached for his loss, she was glad that he had chosen to live and face the chaos within his to preserve his bloodline.
So they teleported back to the ancient flightless city they had been scouring for months with the help of powerful allies and bound the chaotic and vile creature away and Corain’s chaos subsided…for a while. With that and the information from Yosanna and the wizard, they were able to make the city fly once again. Adora summoned Grundhu and he climbed to the highest tower and yelled in celebration that the city he once guarded was ascending to the air once again.
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Flying the city gave Adora a renewed hope and a new found confidence. She and her companions had fought many enemies, lost several friends, and sacrificed so much to complete the mission they knew was needed to restore Aeroglyph and renew hope to the citizens of Alluvia.
Seeing the faces of the nobles, official, guards, and Runeguards as they hovered the massive city next to Aeroglyph made her smile. She held her head high and met every gaze. Even though she was no longer a Runeguard, she was still a guardian of her country, a powerful caster of magic, a friend to her adventuring companions, a master of wild tigers, and a proud member of the Ascending Wardens who continue to bleed, sweat, and die for Alluvia. For that, she felt satisfied and for a moment, she began to love herself again.
**During her time in the city, Adora was able to connect with Drisco, the chief of the city guards and someone whom she loved dearly to learn more about her mother’s disappearance. It seems he has not heard from her as well. Before they head back out on a long adventure, she will try to travel home to Astalor for clues to her mother’s disappearance. Also, after learning that many of her sister Runeguards had gone insane after being stripped of their magic and Runeguard titles, she spent the evening silently weeping curled up with Torque in Flynn’s estate. She was not only sad that her sisters had endured so much pain but she was grateful she had friends to keep her from facing that same fate.

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