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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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Making Friends Over Birthday cake – Rowen

While we were on the boat a few things happened, one we got a new map to help us find an alchemist to help Calcifer with his little shape changing problem. Two Bessie is having some sort of break down and well we don’t have time for that even if she is the captain…. We managed to make it to the island and were greeted with flowers and a very kind gentleman named Arthur. After this, we eventually went to an amusement park to celebrate this lady’s birthday and Still Water went wild. There were rides and candy and it was very joyous. I even saw some elves…. and it made me extremely, well, homesick…. the others went to the tavern and now I’m just hiding from these elves and maybe even make some friends… Well until next time! – Rowen


Letter To Someone Who Cared – Tertius

“Today was a beautiful day, even considering what happened to me and my companions. Today was a day that I should remember for quite some time. Today I felt that there’s still someone hiding inside me, someone who has been hiding behind this coverup made off alcohol, brutality, and murder for a long time. I am not sure if I remember what he was like. Going back in time was never something I was particularly good at, and for that matter… nobody really cared about it either. The sands of time…. excuse me, the sands of the arena shaped me into what I am today. A miserable creature with the one and only purpose to spill blood and gore for the masses…. Nobody knows that better than you do. Despite the fact that I am covered in a mix of my own vomit and mead that tasted like piss, I can feel the spark again; the spark that you noticed the second we met. You gave up everything, so the spark could ignite the flame… But I turned away. I turned away like a coward because I could not see what you saw. Now and many times before I realized how wrong I was to throw away what you offered me. I don’t even know why I am writing all this, you have reason to care less than everybody else. I guess that all these letters I’m writing are a way for me to bring you back, even though I do not deserve it. Please help me to find the way back to myself. Dear Noggeth, my old friend, I wished our ways crossed once more before you had to leave this place.


A single tear runs down his cheek while he carefully stores the now sealed letter in a small box, next to dozens of other unsent letters. Noticing steps in the hallway he takes a last look at the box and quickly stores it away in his backpack.


Day 8 & 9 – Monty:

After finding a lovely bell and chime, Sprout, Kyrella, Tempest, and my self-headed out into the desert. Sprout, my father, must have pleased the gods somehow because the winds favored us through the storm that had settled upon us. We eventually found a dwarven pair, and after learning of their plight, we chose to help them. That is the right choice after all… be for that I prayed to my god… Salazar knows I am part of the game now…it saddens me that the possible loss of two fathers has driven me into battle, and a battle where I won’t win. Kyrella is curious about Sprout… I hope her curious thoughts lead to a friendship with him. Sprout is a good being.
The arrival at where the dwarves sent us had an enemy most foul. A salt demon…and gnolls. The gnolls were easy to dispense of, though I fell in battle, only to rise again. When the salt demon was felled, a black feather was found…ones I have fond memory of as a child. Ones that kept me safe at one point. Ones that I clung to…ones I keep. My thoughts are unclear…For now, we must press on.

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A Prisoner’s Life is the Life for Me – The Journal of Suhn’Vel Stellar:

Any common criminal would tell you that a Prison Cell is the worst fate that could befall you. I always take that as a joke. A prison cell is nothing more than a place to get a period of rest while you wait for the guards to screw up and allow you the opportunity to get away. That was my thought when they shoved me into here anyway. They took all my gear and left me my Journal and Pen, and my thoughts. They spoke of how this would probably be the last time I would get to write, though even I could tell that was such an idle threat. Alas, I could not bring myself to write. Something was wrong. I couldn’t place my fingers on what it was at first and had little time to ponder it before a Sister of Mercy stepped into the cell with me for interrogation.

I do not know what she was truly doing, it seemed strange that a Sister of Mercy was the one to interrogate me. If I was alone, If I didn’t have companions that I was working with, it would have been the easiest way to escape. All I would have needed was to put the cuffs around her neck and choke her enough to threaten the guards to let me free. But alas, doing such an action, while giving me a brief period to escape this accused arena, would doom my companions instantly as well as make me fail my mission to Lady Amana.

So I sat here and let myself be interrogated. I lied to the best of my ability, and luckily with some tips from Ouro earlier about using Falriel’s Wild Magic to pretend to augment my mind, I either convinced the Sister of Mercy that I was indeed tampered with on a mental level, and my statement couldn’t be concluded, or confused her enough to where she gave up. To be honest, at the time, I cared little for either outcome. It was just time to wait.

The only thing I hate about prison cells is how you can’t keep track of time. Was it minutes or hours, or even days before they sent someone else in? Hearing the heavy doors open, I awoke from a small rest, only to see Ouro and Lucan stepping forth into their own cells next to mine. And The Piper….He was taken elsewhere. This whole situation for them was my fault, so I couldn’t bring myself to talk to either of my companions. I just sat there and waited. But something was sideways, I felt. Why was The Piper taken away from the rest of us? He was still apart of our team…

Suddenly I heard Lucan talking in a weird form of language, one that I did not recognize. It sounded very much like mumbling of a madman, but I could not look at Lucan from my cage. I glanced at Ouro and saw a look of small content. I kept to myself, but I figured that they had a plan for us to get out of here. The waiting continues.

Then my heart stopped. I had never felt a fear like this before. I woke to the Royal Castle Guards at my cell. These men and women, gleaming in armor that the common soldier would be jealous of. I knew them. Anyone who had any sense at all, after that Mad King took over, KNEW THEM! These were his Elites. These were executioners. I got up when I was told and I didn’t dare look at the others, and just prayed that they kept their mouths’ shut in this situation. Upon lining up, I am thankful I was in the front. They would have seen true fear from me. They were taking us to a prison, said to be almost impossible to escape from. No one ever has, and often do not live long enough to try a second time.

Lucan cracking a wise joke. Was he a bloody moron? Or did he just not understand the situation we were in. I wanted to beg for all our lives at that point. I was expecting to have those blades pierce into me, and maybe they would have until we all heard it. A familiar voice in an unfamiliar tone. The Jester, Angus, ordering these guards to return us to our cells. It was a sight to behold, the Elites of the Mad King, obeying the orders of an absolute Lunatic.

I counted my seconds, my minutes. I didn’t know what was to happen. Fear took a hold of my whole body, and it took every ounce of strength to hide it all away. And even more so to hide it when the Jester came to my cell and said, “You are free, under my ownership.”I couldn’t tell what emotion I was feeling. Anger? Fear? Happiness? Lucky? It was such a wide mess and all I could do was hold up my hands to ask the cuffs be removed, only to be assured that they will be once we were out of this situation. I just closed my eyes and stepped out with him. Under the ownership of the Jester huh… Something about this felt better. Something was tugging at my mind that the Piper pulled some strings, and potentially ratted us out. My anger only grew when Falriel refused to keep her mouth shut and had little understanding of the situation we were put in. I covered her mouth, but I resisted the urge to suffocate her then and there. Even though the child bit me.

The Jester as our new coach and sponsor… Even through all my anger and hatred, I can feel that this is going to bring us closer to the Mad King than being with the blasted Piper. All I needed was a reason to put an arrow through that man, and now I believe I have one. The Jester doesn’t need to know our goal, only needs to know we plan to see the Mad King. But I— (The pen mark suddenly jolts off the page she was writing on, a streak of ink following the path.)

Apparently, we are apart of a game together, and The Jester is showing that with this stupid hat on my head… I just need to remember my goal and push through all this. That’s all I need now.
Signed: Suhn’Vel Aramathine Stellar

The Shattered Gods

The Funeral Gone Wrong by Keeva

The City had shown up for a King they barely tolerated in life. Deheart hid away as we, McMarvin, Jasper, and myself sought his contact. After much debate, and an attempt to use a child to get said contact, I ended up throwing a Jellybaby at him. A performance of a lifetime went into that throw. Eventually, he wandered over and upon making our way back to Deheart….stuff of nightmares appeared. The rise of the Sun Demon. I had never seen something so terrible in my life, and I work for the Whisper Network. We were outgunned, outmanned, and we had to flee, leaving Max to her fate. Now we must focus on uniting our two factions…its the only way we can survive this.


Day 8 – Tempest:

It is an odd thing, that I should feel such concern for Sandcarver as he lays on his deathbed. He is just my employer after all and though we have been traveling with him for what must be a few weeks…..I have reason to be thankful to him. For a few years now, my only purpose has been traveling the desert and guiding those who would not survive without someone adept at finding their way through the wastes. Now I feel like there is a higher purpose, as cliche as that sounds, as we are fighting to save the world.

I must say, the situation between Sandcarver, his daughter Elise and Monty has made me feel rather emotional. I understand that Elise feels betrayed and abandoned by Sandcarver, only to find out he adopted another and put so much more of his time and energy into her. It is a knife in the heart to discover such things. I would have thought Monty could have had more tact with the heartbreak she has caused.

Whilst fetching medicine for Sandcarver, Kyrella brought back an interesting looking Turtle by the name of Sprout. He seems pleasant enough and seems to know Sandcarver very well. Despite the emotional turmoil in the room, we all have our reasons for not wanting Sandcarver to die. He is the pinion on which this entire mission balances on. He is what we need to understand Salazar’s motives – and we all know for sure that Sandcarver still has not told us everything he knows.

Elise is not the only one he incessantly keeps secrets from….

Then it was my turn to receive a knife in the heart. It seems, thanks to information from Sprout and our talking book Torna that he and Sandcarver know of the Genies…..and one in particular it seems. Of course, it is Mezi, the one my tribe curses the name of. It seems he may be our only hope of saving Sandcarver, on top of being what is needed to let Kyrella return home. It seems he likes to have his fingers in all the pies……except the one that involves his granddaughter. The group foolishly seem to think that I am the one who can help us find him, to which I reminded them that he has never shown a single shred of interest in my life and I’m convinced he may not even know I exist.

Still, if it will save Sandcarver (and by extension save the world) as well as help Kyrella return home…..then I will lead our group to my people. Maybe, my grandmother, Ronalla will have some of the information we seek, though I know it will hurt her to speak of him.

Before leaving, Ash informs us that he has helped secure the camels we need to travel the desert and hands over the two magical items he and Jezza were holding. They are to stay in Gnerome and see to the business within the city whilst the rest of us go seeking answers elsewhere. I hope they stay safe and that the heart of Gnerome is as much of a sanctuary as the Jester and Mr. Sandcarver believe it to be.

May the Old Ones bless our paths…..we are going to need it.

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The Secret Diary of Glory

Dear Diary,

It was the damnedest thing. There I was about to be ambushed by a swarm of rats for trying to look at a white rat behind a curtain, the next thing I know I come out of a blackout in the woods. Around me sit the doctor, a snake guy, Keo’s granddaughter and a rat guy, now that I think about it, that might be the same rat guy I was trying to look at when I got attacked, perhaps they drugged me, regardless I may want to be on the lookout for his friends as I have definitely seen him many times over this very strange day.

After some time my good buddy Keo does not return to the camp, I get to thinking that the rat people may have got to him this time, so through my expert tracking skills I figure out which direction he went and we are off (don’t listen to the snake, he did not know the right way to Keo)

When we get a clearing with classic scorched earth reckoning that is always left in Keo’s wake, we find a magic bit that is not activated. The group discusses how to turn it on so we may find our friend, but they start to bore me so I decide to troubleshoot the magic with my hammer, and it worked! (and they say I’m not smart… SUCK IT, little orc-elf girl)

The now opened portal takes us to a place that is falling apart, like a city just after a great battle, such a beautiful sight. We have to start running as the place is crumbling around us, and as luck we have we ran into Keo, and he had made new friends (but they are not as good a friend to Keo as I am, I mean, they aren’t awesome heroes that break into falling worlds to save their best friends)

These little goth people are kinda cool though, they did take us to an old tower that our other friends were able to turn on ( I guess they are pretty smart too. The orc-elf can still suck it!) As the snake and rat man are starting up the tower to take us home the doctor, Keo, and I do something that is very different to the way we normally do things, we tried saving other people, I’m pretty sure we got everyone because we are awesome heroes. Just as I’m pulling what I am sure is the last people in a lightning bolt hits Keo and… Dammit, I think I blacked out again…


Misery and the Guardian – Drathor

Made a fool of by a massive animated ice sculpture and a flighty bird-folk that I’m fairly certain is younger than the shirt on my back.

Bessie, the zombified first mate makes demands and thinks she can bark orders and get what she wishes when she is completely obsolete and I already see the fires of mutiny in the eyes of half the party. Apparently, she gave clear instructions at some point, I’ve actively dismissed everything she said thus far so I missed that key detail while we were ending the devil-gnome creature. One of us agreed to get the Ironwood lumber she spoke of and return before the ship sank though.

We stumbled back towards the mountain en route to the Ironwood trees when night fell, we were spared the wrath of the crystal lighthouse this night but insidious as The Old One’s servant is it still sent spies out. When Zesha woke me for my watch she explained that “The icy trailsss, do not worry about them” and curled up where I had been resting, I immediately grew suspicious and followed the trails despite the snake’s warning, too trusting of the crystal I decided. A few scavenged weapons and Tiefling body parts were also slowly thawing near the fire as I set off and eschewed my watch, a shortsword caught my eye but the crystal guardian took priority.

They lead up to the center of the Island, I recovered a few essentials we might need to fell the Ironwood trees, the devil’s Golden Axe, a small log I could carry under one arm and the golden door-knocker I desired. Not happy with how I left things with the crystal I went to sort out our disagreement and put it in its place. It didn’t understand how poor of a guardian it was and even denied sending out little sprites to watch us, I thought if I offered it something it would leave us be but it just kept one “What are you? Tell me of your nature” and such. Left it Bessie’s thumb, thought they would get along and this thing would calm down a bit being a little less lonely.

Eventually catching up with the rest of the group I saw Rowan trying to fell some of the Ironwood trees, I handed over the Golden Axe (After a very persuasive argument Zesha) and she felled two more. Around this time I asked to see the shortsword of the frozen tiefling, apparently it had some infernal words on it, but Drathor wanted to keep it safe himself instead. Zesha had done a little cooking and offered me some of the meat she had roasted, I didn’t hesitate to try some but soon regretted it.

The Tiefling flesh was odd tasting, but worse was the booming voice that rang through my mind “Child, Destroy the crystal, you are mine and I your father” it bellowed. I knew not what manner of creature speaks this way but I saw sense it destroying the crystal anyways and if it may also win me a boon from whatever contacted me all the better.

I sought answers on what spoke to me and what the runes on the shortsword meant from the little Ink Devil we had freed, as I questioned him though he panicked and shouted for aid as he teleported away I accidentally almost took his head off… Should he have simply answered my questions he might have had one scar fewer.

After this Drathor took charge and stopped the group’s madness for a moment, he flew off to speak with Bessie and establish the best way we could get what we needed and leave the island, warning others of the dread guardian that watches over it. The best way to do this would be affixing a flag atop the lighthouse the crystal resided. When he returned we agreed to take the logs back to the ship and that, void knows why he would retrieve Bessie’s thumb.

I slipped away from Stillwater, Rowan, and Zesha as they carried the lumber towards the beachhead and followed Drathor, I can’t travel as the crow flies so it took quite a while. I heard him rooting around and planned to sneak up on him and take the infernal shortsword, I suspected it had the power to damage this crystal. Wingbeats told me my ambush would fail and I quickly scaled the tower to try and catch Drathor unaware as he was mounting the flag, sending my shadow next to the crystal to strike when the moment was right. I saw the crystal had somehow sprouted a great eye and called out “What are you doing back here? It roared” but I needed a weapon before I dealt with it, one with more essence to it than the blades I carried.

I dove into Drathor’s flank and trying to swipe the shortsword, he managed to spin out of the way and hovered in the air as I fell. I called out to him “Save me!” anything to draw his attention and give me another chance, I’d already ruined so much to even attempt this and I knew not what failure could cost me. I swapped places with my shadow ignored the crystal’s whimpering and tried to tackle Drathor to the ground once more, with only a handful of feathers I fell before the crystal, no magical shortsword at hand and accepted my fate, I closed my eyes and whispered sorry to Drathor before we were frozen forever.

And yet nothing, we fell into the sea at the shore of the island the rest of the party looking onwards. I have no idea why the crystal spared me but everything it seemed to do was alien and illogical to me, maybe it preferred freezing innocents and parrots.

We set out for the Isle of Janoth home of the Yuan-Ti or so I’m told, maybe Zesha will have some insight and be able to guide us, would be a welcome change to being guided by the ravings of that old lunatic Belgin.

May also gain the forgiveness of the party for endangering their lives, running off during my watch and assaulting Drathor. Regardless as long as that voice is quiet I’m happy to defer to the others, everything I try in this world seems to end with me imprisoned anyway.

Thrice curse The Old Ones.


Healing Words – Falriel

Now that was a weird day! First I get put into a weird room with stones, where Tertius nearly cripples himself, then we get to fight a wave of monsters, solely because I pushed a button, and then we nearly get eaten by the undead. And to top it all off, I forgot how to speak my mother’s tongue. Not that I’d know my mother, but you know, the thought is what counts.

That damn maniac, (Insert Jester Name here) tried to talk to me, but let me tell you, I didn’t understand a word he said until he started screeching at me. I didn’t know he spoke Screech. I should learn Screech, it’s a wonderful language! Anyways, I am getting carried away!

The Jester sent me to the Sisters of Mercy, where some weird angry woman told me I was blowing her cover, whatever she meant by that. She gave me a headache, and then I could speak my normal languages again! Let me tell you, I don’t wanna do THAT again!

Well, Lucan and your’s truly are off to find the other, I have a feeling they will just get into trouble without me to supervise them….

The Shattered Gods

Secrets in the Weave by Tegan

This lab has something to do with the Rhaxon family. I don’t know what, and I certainly don’t know why FISCHUR led us here, but I’m willing to bet I can use whatever I can find here. R.H.A.X.O.N….

These people can’t see us for some reason. They can’t see us, but I can see them. This paper has ‘DNA’ and ‘genetics’ labeled all over it, I wonder if Dr. Bernard Beladoux can help… Dr. A. Magai? This letter is addressed to Dr. A. Magai. That means that he was right! On some level, we were right. Who is this? How is Magai involved here?

Judging from the Numenera here, and the fashion tendencies, this isn’t another space. This is another time. We’re in the past, and Magai is involved in a lab experiment related to the Rhaxon family. Not the family… it’s an acronym. The family took their name from this lab, from this project. What is going on here? There’s so much to find out, and the Sun Demon was right behind us. I need to start.

There’s a woman in a chamber of water, receiving injections, lowering herself… human experiments. To what end? Is that a gem? Crystals? Growing on her skin. Just like Jasper. Jasper’s noticed he’s watching her like he wants to know if that’s where he got his abilities from.

Wait, that means mine might have come from – FISCHUR reactivated, but it doesn’t have Dr. Bernard Beladoux with him. It must be a unit from this time instead of ours. It must know about the project then!

There’s a knock on the door, the Sun Demon is here and she’s taunting us. The others want to hurry, but I need more time.
“R.H.A.X.O.N. project is an attempt at surpassing mortality through crystalline structures… it was successful, but not with that woman. It was successful because of the family. They’re using the results of the project, storing themselves in crystal to extend their lives infinitely. Abilities like that could help so many people, and they’re hiding them for themselves.

She’s begun breaking down the door, I still need more time. I can unravel these AI, I can figure out how to stop all of them if I can find out who Dr. Magai is – NO! WHY WOULD YOU TAKE HIM FROM ME!

What am I supposed to do now? He’s gone and she’s breaking down the door. I lost my best shot at finding out who Magai really is, who is behind that AI everyone worships. I was so close, and now it’s gone.


Day 8 – Jezza:

Where to begin? So much tragedy… Sandcarver might be dying. I have an awkward fan, but he seems harmless, not smarmy at least (small blessings). Got screwed over by Gimmel with fine print, stupid Notaries, I now have a gold band that will make me suffer on my wrist. My mom killed a bunch of people, my home is wrecked from all the death, my dads a bit of a coward, our family reputation is diminishing faster than I can write this…. but… I have a Teddy Bear. Monty seems to be feeling a lot of unpleasant stuff… lord help anyone who royally ticks her off. Kyrella must think Gnerome is insane, and honestly, it is a mess. People missing, the markets are unstable… nothing makes sense to me. There’s little logic left, everything could very well be futile. Jeeze this is depressing. Stop the world, let me off.

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