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Diary of Mes

I shove the Glowing rod into the Mechanism and then a blinding light then blinding pain only to see a metal pipe had fused to my shoulder. In a state of shock I allowed my friends to perform surgery on this pipe shoulder thing but first, they need to get me down. The doctor tried to help though she says she hates people she sure loves those children.

Now the children are chasing me I’m trying my best to distract them from what my friends(?) are doing to the dead void fey. I think no matter what we do we are sacrificing to some Old One.

I just noticed the snakeman was gone well if no one else says anything maybe he was just a hallucination caused by the void realm(?) I’ve heard those places can mess with one head.

Well, the “Good” doctor lost a child that may or may not have been kidnapped now we split the void fey in half and go looking for her. Well, this could have been worse.


 Events Unforeseen to the Trained Eye – The Journal of Suhn’Vel Stellar:

I must be having a nightmare. That has to be what is happening. (The line ends as abruptly as it began, new writing starting about halfway down the page.)

Calm down, you have been through worse in your life already. Think slowly and methodically, like you always have.

After we left the prison, Angus allowed us our magical items. But for me, it was slightly different. He claimed my prize and in return gave me what is only a cursed bow that belonged to the family I tried to hard to forget. It is funny how no matter how much you flee from your past, it always catches up to you. A bow that houses one of my ancestors, and now I am forced to be stuck with him. Narsinth. The start of a long line of hell for me, as the cogs of fate, continue to turn.

Why am I suddenly writing about fate? It was never something I believed in before. The idea that all events are predetermined and you can do nothing to stop it. It is a sickening thought to me and yet here I am blaming it for putting me through this.

An ancestor who knows Angus back when he was alive, and now having to babysit me. Well, I know he can read this as I write, and I have to say this to him so he understands. This is my body and my life. I will not allow some ethereal being to manipulative me. If we are stuck together like Angus has told us, then he will have to play by my rules in the end.

I am getting off track. Today has been so skewed it is hard to think. Next, the letter. A letter that, at the time, we did not know was forged. How stupid of me to not see that. Of course, the King wouldn’t send us a personal letter. But, it is unclear that wither someone wished to help or to harm us. Following the instructions on the letter led us to a back alley shop in the Arena, ran by a man named Godfried. The shop was trashed from the ceiling to the floor, and apparently, the old man thought it wise to lie to us. Lucan was fast to pick up on it, it seemed. Prying a bit of information, and almost invading his shop, we saw a young child that was badly injured. I am a woman who can’t turn my back on a child in such a helpless situation. I wanted to question them but Tertius was more on top of it than me, especially with my mind on so many other things.

I spent my time listening and healing the child, helping Godfried’s Wife, Jane, in the process. We learned that the true attacker was a toy dragon apparently, something that was supposed to be given to us by who we believed was The Mad King. Learning that the dragon escaped into the sewers, my companions set out into those wasted filled tunnels in search of it. I couldn’t bring myself to go if I was honest with myself. My mind was scattered and I was only going to slow them down. It isn’t like I would be much use to them anyway.

I couldn’t do much while I waited. I just sat and sketched whatever came to mind until… How would I describe it? There were memories that just started to flood into me. Memories that were not my own. I lost it. It broke me completely and all I could do was scream. But as quickly as they came, they vanished. I looked up and saw Godfried, though his voice didn’t show it, it was clear he was more than a touch worried. How could I explain this to him though? I just brushed it off with a poor lie. Truthfully I don’t know if he bought it but he understood it wasn’t something I wished to talk about.

He offered me a place inside his shop for a cup of tea to help calm my nerves. I needed it desperately but wasn’t able to enjoy it as I saw a child from one of my Lieutenants. Using children for tasks like this was never something I agreed with. It wasn’t my place to judge, however. I at least gave the poor child a toy since she was just doing her job and deserved some type of payment. In return, I was given a note with Jensil’s symbol. He doesn’t contact me since our prison break in Stonepoint, and the first thing he tells me is that “something unforeseen has happened.” He made mention to talk to Angus about it, posthaste. I didn’t want to leave my companions behind but if it was this important, I had little choice. How much I regret that now…

Meeting with Angus, I wish I didn’t. I wish I just tore the note to shreds and pretend I never saw it. It was mildly amusing to see Angus break his normal character, but all humor faded when he explained to me the situation. “King Ondska asked your father for your hand in marriage,” He said in a nervous tone that wasn’t fitting for a man like him. What kind of cruel joke was this? Asking my father, a man who resented me as much as I resented him?

I’m not a woman who prays to gods or deities, but even at this point, it was like they were all screwing with me. I just wanted scream again, but I resisted every urge. Angus was at least kind enough to give me a couple bottles of wine to help drink this nightmare away. It has been a long time since I needed to do this….

Signed: Suhn’Vel Aramathine Stellar


Day 9 & 10 – Tempest:

It was a very close thing, that fight against the Salt Demon and Gnolls, after our group being so close to perishing I suppose I was expecting some thanks when we reached the Dwarves. Instead, we were met with suspicion and hostility. I was about ready to walk off with the water we brought them, but it turned out that it was mostly just the old patriarch of their group who was suspicious and he was like that with just about everyone. They too had recently fought a pack of Gnolls (the same group we had encountered?) and drove them off, keeping one as a prisoner. It makes sense that their guard is up.

My concerns then turned to Monty as she was informed the prisoner had asked to speak to her – how did he know she was coming? All became clear when I stood guard as she spoke to the creature…..Salazar wished to speak to her. This was concerning enough but the conversation which unfolded was worrying. He wishes for her to join him and find some sort of sanctuary while the world ends. Most of us may have predicted that he would want this, I certainly did, but the worrying part is that she told him that she missed him and asked him how what he proposed would be possible. Either she is playing him like a fiddle or it is us whom she is playing….

That evening I experienced a most awful dream. I was celebrating my birthday with my family and tribe when a storm erupted, bringing inky blackness falling from the sky. As my tribe clawed at their skin and eyes to get the blackness off of them, myself and my family hid under a table. As my mother turned to comfort me, it was not her face I looked upon but that of my grandfather Mezi (a face I have never seen before) and he was telling me that everything would be alright. He then seemed to move inside my mouth as if he were becoming a part of me. Needless to say, I woke up panicked.

After discussing this matter with Monty it occurred to her what might have been the cause and we went to inspect the corpse of the Gnoll. Sure enough, it had vanished and left grey staining in the sands on its journey North to the Plumed Precipes. After speaking with Sprout, who had also experienced these dreams, we knew we had to hurry with our mission. He seemed as concerned as I was about Monty’s admission of suggesting she be an ally for Salazar. It is a dangerous game she is playing.

In leaving with the Dwarves we seemed to have….aggravated the father’s suspicious nature. He believes we are the reason the Gnoll escaped (which I suppose is partly true) and distrusts us now more than ever. In fact, he has suggested that when we get to Sabula, he ask the people in charge there to do a proper inquiry. Regardless, we knew we needed to get to Sabula, now more than ever as I am quickly panicked and want to find my family after my dream last night.

On the approach, we saw a storm hanging over the village and this caused a greater panic in me as it was a storm that started my dream. Monty noticed that the lightning seemed to be arching upwards rather than down to the ground which is a curious thing. Before reaching the village, I wanted to clear the air with the Dwarves and approached the son to tell him a little of what is going on and a promise that we are only trying to help. He seemed amenable to the idea that we are trying to get to the bottom of the dark things going on around the deserts and in staying out of the village till we solve what is causing the storm. During the course of the conversation, however, he showed a confusion as to why we brought him water……so I promptly asked him what the name of his sister was. He claimed not to have a sister, confirming my suspicions that his sister has seemingly joined the ranks of those being wiped out of existence. Will I remember why we brought them water? Would I even know if I had forgotten members of my tribe who had been wiped out?

With tears stinging my eyes, I begged the party to move quickly to the village. Aside from solving the mystery of the storm, my main concerns were for finding my tribe and my family. I longed desperately to see my mother again. On our approach, we saw in the middle of the village square a large blue crystal which appears to be the source of the storm. In our attempt to get into one of the large public buildings to find people we were struck by lightning (boy am I glad I have Djinni heritage!). As we burst into the tavern, it became clear that my mother was inside and insisting the man behind the door open to let us in. She is as feisty as ever. I know I should have entered with questions, looked around to take stock of who was all there, but all I could do was run to my mother’s arms and sob.

I am home.

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