Dear CrIsis-
You no longer need to be concerned with the one formerly known as Dispater. The one named Ashassa has been freed. My Master has the offensive book safely tucked away.
I regret to inform you that all the members of the Soldiers of the Torch perished, save the bard Gleba. He is recovering under the best care in Caer Itom. Gleba is a favored bard of the Emperor
My Master sends his regards. “This threat was too grave to leave it be,” he said. He wishes you well, but reminds you that you are not currently welcome anywhere in the World but Timiro- “Choice is tricky”, he told me to tell you.
Signed,
Bondrake Earthseeker
Most trusted of the Slayer
Sent on the 14th of Selestra in the 24th year of the Great Western Empire.
Picture by the great Keith Parkinson.
Comments
Figured this would get lots of comments, but it seems CrIsis is now numb to loss….
The wheel continues to churn ever forward. Aside from Terramore you never wanted to flush out the Soldiers of the Torch. Every time I tried you shot it down or wouldn’t interact with my attempts so I gave up.
Both the player and the PC don’t want to involve anyone else and watch them die as well. It’s only a matter of time before Tiny dies, Rogtilda dies, our crews dies. Then we watch the fetal corpse of Honeysuckle and Overkill’s baby wash up on a shore. So yeah, maybe a lack of comments is to be expected.
Some of us grieve, quietly. Is that enough? I can keep going.