WORK IN PROGRESS
Our return to Rogtilda saw my crew in a war to defend our ship from ReSet! At least we were prepared with spells and mystical buffers to our normal abilities. Seeing the mob fighting brought back shock of the mob during the Lopanic Games when the demons were brought in by our arch nemesis group. A cry from our ship’s lookout directed my attentions to events and not the shaken feeling that often accompanies a teleport. Lord Raulf went to deal with boarders while I attempted to try and put everyone one the docks to sleep before they did each other more harm and force the city guard of Caer Itom to have more work than it already does wrangling this monstrous sized city!
Alas, our arch nemesis group’s Psychic picked me up the way I have seen Master Asher do it before and tossed me overboard! With the ability to Battle Casting I readied Callandor and cast a Swim as Fish spell. Good, Master Chronicler, could continue masking Callandor in the texts as Uraeus’ Fang until our bonding is done, please?
Did you forget when Bishop Rose Nodeki held you? I could feel that, so as much as I am protecting you I am protecting the part of me that is becoming a part of you as well. My change in behavior may be an unintended side effect of casting a Ritual of Legend, I am not completely sure?
We are digressing, trait I feel we may share now. I swam under the waves and held you in my teeth as I climbed onto the docks slowly. Covered in refuse and bilge water from the ship masked anything that might give me away. For some reason fate had smiled upon me as the docks were clear save for a face. A face that I had seen briefly in ReSet’s last attacks upon us. As we closed I drew you from my mouth as I took the time to ready a spell of Death. When the psychic finally took notice and tried to flee it was to late for him. I gripped his head in the one hand that hid the spell’s effects on his body while I swung Callandor at his torso cutting him in half! I tossed the upper half into the water to make bringing him back difficult if not impossible.
That was murder. We justify our actions by saying if this person dies we prevent him from harming others and since we have established I can’t think of more ethical ways to deal with other killers I vent upon them what they vent upon the world, murder. When I noticed a few stray eyes I stripped naked and dumped everything into my satchel of holding. Then I changed into a large hawk and flew out to catch my ship, which had begun to break away and clear the dock, my satchel gripped in my taloned feet.
Once upon Rogtilda, the most selfless creature I had ever known, I heard about the death of the Troll via Zorrus, our Jeridu rigger. Having their numbers cut down by a third I am told they fled like cowards. Given how low I was on magic I am glad to see my companions, no wrong words, my friends are catching up on being able to defend themselves if I am not there to be the target of aggression.
Great he has stopped talking so I am writing what I can feel. Over the next few days, 6th, 7th, & 8th of Algor anytime anyone tries to interact with Master Melancholy he was distant, barely responsive, and more melancholy than I believe the root of the word is capable of.
Huh, I am not sure what day it is currently but Rogtilda has alerted a member of CrIsis that he feels sick. Honeysuckle is making crude jokes about Master Sister Caminata, somehow using the Lawgiver’s Member to heal the ship. Someone lead me to the chapel where all the iconic figures, and even her Horus’ Day Ash Tree is glowing. I am going to watch everyone pray their is no sense in angering the Lawgiver with prayer of the unclean. I don’t want to offend him during a display of his grace unto the mortal realm.
Here’s hoping they’ll let me in,
>> Written by Xerx’ses Goldenhorn, written in breaks from the departure at Caer Itom upon the 5th of Algor till their arrival at Mishala upon the ?? of ?, 71st Year of the Wolfen Empire, 3rd year of King Guy the First of the Timiro Kingdom, 344 year of the Dominion of Man, and 24th Year of the Western Emperor Voelkian Itomas II. <<
Rod Rambler picture from Nonsonogaia.