Far Primus

The Harrowed Realm: Nearly There

Harrowed Realm, 62nd – 71st Hour

The party (Adanna Fionn, Finwick Shortwick, Ra Quel, Maya Foxtail, and Eduard du Leon) continued into the Sanguine Playhouse. Inside, they found chaos. An out-of-control fiddle was chased by a tiny cricket-man, enticing Maya to dance with wild abandon. Ra Quel was discovered as the newest lead actress in the Harrowed Realm, and nearly paralyzed by the honor. FInwick was almost destroyed again by Zassrion’s vengeful bishops, but managed to wake himself from the nightmare. Eduard charged and nearly single-handedly destroyed the Consipirator Twins inside the playhouse before they could lift a finger. Adanna brought the wrath of Pelor down on a blinded, wailing marionette. In the end, the party left with another token, and a few more stories to tell.

They then trekked on for over 8 hours; into the Trackless Dearth they went, chasing down the Nightpeddler. They found him and his slaves picking up camp, ready to move to their next location. After a few minutes of lunch and pleasantries in the Nightpeddller’s tent, Finwick pulled a card, and the battle was joined. There was an initial hiccup, but the party quickly turned the battle around, and the Nightpeddler was turned into a burnt smear in his own tent. After a bit of searching, they freed the captive slaves, and moved on.

They now have the final token; the path to the Striding Fortress lays before them.

The Harrowed Realm: God Save the Queen

Harrowed Realm, 41st – 62nd Hour

Unsure of the whereabouts of the missing Horros Moonshadow, the party (Adanna Fionn, Finwick Shortwick, Ra Quel, and Maya Foxtail) wearily decided to move on. They pressed forward to the Manmolds, hoping to arrive before any of the recently slain Conspirators could be re-made by Marzalee. After a few minutes of searching through the maze of the molds, they found the maker queen and her midwife toiling away in their grub factory. In an instant, the battle was joined, Powerful magics were deployed, and massive wax golems spilled out of boiling vats. There were some difficulties during the battle, particularly when Finwick was nearly engulfed by a roiling wax construct and saved at the last minute by Adanna’s holy might. However, the party handily defeated the inhabitants of the mold. After taking the token that they needed, and searching the remains of the Manmolds, they burned the building to the ground, hoping to silence the endless re-creation of the storykin.

After some rest and many more hours trekking through the Briar, they found themselves in front of the Sanguine Playhouse, the sound of a feverish fiddle wafting through the decrepit entrance doors.

Adanna Fionn

Finnwick is back with us and in full health, if not full spirits. Unfortunately he cannot recall any useful details about his abductors or where he was taken. Most importantly he did not see Horros, and does not know how he came into possession of the Harrow Deck Horros once held. My hopes of seeing Horros again are not high. My prayers to Pelor have led me to believe he is gone to some far away place we cannot reach. If Pelor wills he must be taken away from us, then so be it. I will always have faith in Pelor that she works for a greater purpose we can never fully understand. But I cannot disguise my sadness. And I cannot hide my tears.

Now all we can do is what Horros wanted. And that was to press on and be rid of Zasrean and this Pelor forsaken realm hastily. He grasped the consequences of the time shift in this world more than any of us, and we will honor his memory by heading his advice. So we left the Profit’s Garden and headed directly toward the Man Molds. To where Marzalay, the “Queen Mother,” reanimates the immortal Story-kin creatures.

Traveling through the Man-Molds was frustrating at first, requiring tedious navigation through an intricate maze of hallways and steam-traps. We eventually came upon the Queen Mother and her mid-wife, in a large room filled with vats and grubs. She noticed us, and battle commenced. Were it just the two of them, we would have defeated them easily using the Harrow Deck cards. Her slimy vat-creatures, however, were quite challenging and nearly suffocated half of us. But Pelor granted us victory, and we obtained Marzalay’s token, Sonoray’s hands, which she had turned into a magical bracelet.

After resting and traveling a bit, we stand now in front of the Sanguine Playhouse. From outside we can hear a vibrant violin performance drowning out whatever else is happening inside. This is where Balama and his Twin reside. They hold Sonoray’s skin, the seventh of eight tokens we need to get to Zasrean and Sonoray’s scarf. Beneditti once told us he found Balama and his Twin “very entertaining.” Coming from an evil sadist, this thought is not encouraging as we enter the front door…

The Harrowed Realm: A Friend Missing

Harrowed Realm, 32nd – 41st Hour

After defeating the Barrow King, the party (Adanna Fionn, Finwick Shortwick, Horros Moonshadow, and Maya Foxtail) were accosted by a loud, aggressive paladin named Algon. After some arguing and a few threats, they figured out that they were both after the same thing, and decided to team up to destroy Zassrion. And so, they made their way to The Prophet’s Garden to find Sonnorae. And find her, they did. The tongueless, eyeless Sonnorae managed to surprise the party, blasting them multiple times with horrifying cones if icy death. The party chased her around the decaying garden, Maya nearly dying in the process. Eventually, the party was able to put her down.

There was the briefest of pauses before the world went dark.

Laughing nightmares appeared from nowhere, and surrounded Finwick. Adanna dispelled the darkness just in time to see Finwick being teleported away by the shadowy horrors. Horros immediately drew a card from the Deck, disappearing as well. There were a few moments of chaos and confusion as Algon freaked out and Maya and Adanna tried to figure out what just happened. But, as quickly as he disappeared, FInwick re-appeared. He was sprawled unconscious on the ground, with sickly grey skin and shock-white hair, the remaining cards from the Deck clutched in his hands.

Horros, however, was nowhere to be found.

Horros Moonshadow

What is real is never threatened. What is unreal does not exist. Herein lies peace.

Adanna Fionn

I do not like this Algon. Pelor cannot favor him. Obviously she does not, as he would be more successful in his quest to kill Zasrean if she did. He is a dumb-witted brute who seems to never learn from his mistakes. I cannot respect a human who does not use his experience to his advantage. And what kind of self-proclaimed fighter of evil goes around killing defenseless gnome-weasels? His hypocrisy disgusts me. But we need all the help we can get to defeat Zasrean. And if that means using Algon’s talents in battle to our advantage, so be it.

We encountered Algon in the Demon’s Fen right after slaying the Barrow King. He charged toward us after he slayed the Mourning Crier, intent to shoot first and ask questions later. But using the Harrowed Deck we persuaded him to join our party instead, as we share the same mission. He led us through the Bramble to the Profit’s Garden, where we expected to encounter Sonoray.

I must admit I was surprised to find her so immediately hostile toward us. I had pictured her this poor defeated hag sitting alone in a Garden, waiting for someone to rescue her. But no. Without provocation, this horrible creature ambushed us with some of the most vicious sorcery we have encountered yet. Again using the deck we found aid from a magical unicorn nearby, who thanks to Maya’s direction saved my life.

I thought it was all over when Algon finally slayed the witch. But that was when the real nightmare began. A magical darkness descended suddenly over the Garden. I cast Pelor’s light just in time to witness Finnwick’s abduction by what appeared to be evil demons in black cloaks. Horros’ response was swift and gallant, as always, as he managed to grapple one of these Demons before it could escape. Via Zone of Truth we gathered this demon was one of Zasrean’s Bishops, but could learn no more.

With no other recourse Horros pulled the Inquisitor Card from the Deck. In an instant he disappeared from site. A long minute later, Finnwick’s body appeared, aged and unconscious. In hysterics we called out for Horros, with only silence in return. I fear we have lost him forever.

The Harrowed Realm: More Harrowing

Harrowed Realm, 16th – 32nd Hour

After slaying the Tick-Tock Man, the party (Adanna Fionn, Finwick Shortwick, Horros Moonshadow, Ra Quel, and Eduard du Leon) took some time to recuperate and study his mechanical wall. They discovered a few things about the Tick-Tock Man’s domain. First, that the entire mountain was a massive clockwork machine that maintained the rhythm of the realm, and without the maintenance of the Tick-Tock Man, that rhythm would slowly fall into disorder. Second, that the Harrowed Realm was indeed moving at a slower pace then their home realm. In fact, for every day that passed in this realm, 99 days passed at home. This discovery concerned the party and encouraged them to move a lot faster.

And move they did. They headed south, towards the Demon’s Fen and the Barrow King. On the way, they could see early signs of the Tick-Tock Man’s death. The world’s sun was stuck at high-noon, and seemed to be unmoving, even after hours of trekking through the briar. They also ran into a precocious Lord Brambleson. After some diplomacy and even more tomfoolery, they convinced the Lord of the Brambles to give up his token, as well as his giant puppy. Shortly after he did, the rhythm changed again, and the moon jammed into place in front of the sun, spawning an unending harrowing horde of undeath. The flood of the lifeless was finally stopped when Finwick teleported high into the sky to destroy the moon with a powerful blast of arcane fire.

And the party moved on.

They eventually made it to the Demon’s Fen. They sweet-talked their way past Mourning Choir, the sorrowful guardian serpent of the bridge to Barrow Island. Once on the island, they faced down the Barrow King. Powered by his blind rage, and aided by the thousand grasping hands of the dead, the Barrow King nearly destroyed Eduard and his new mount. They were saved only by the heroic efforts of his newfound party members. In the end, the Barrow King was slain.

The haunting song of the Fen only rang louder in their ears.

Adanna Fionn

We cannot stop time. Although we now possess the Tik Tok man’s magical hand, a Chime of Opening, and token, Sonoray’s Eyes, the mechanics of the Caldera tick onward despite our best efforts. It is disheartening. But we shall press forward for now, and worry about time later.

This is not to say that our removal of the Tik Tok man has not significantly altered the realm’s order, however. As we traveled South in the new direction the Tokens pulled, we noticed the sun did not change its midday position for hours. Then, all of a sudden, the moon eclipsed the sun, and all the Hells broke loose. Until Finnwick managed to literally obliterate the moon, we had to face a re-appearing onslaught of undead. He almost died in the process, but ended the battle heroically.

Lord Brambleson evaded the fight. But with Pelor on our side, we did not need him. We encountered Brambleson by chance shortly before the eclipse, scolding an extremely large puppy near a rainbow colored house in a pleasant meadow, which turned out to be his relocatable home. Though he brusquely challenged us for his token, Sonoray’s Feet, we were able to obtain it from him diplomatically before significant blood was shed.

And I am grateful to Pelor it happened so. For he turned out to be a very genial and enlightened fellow. He admitted shame and sorrow for having been a part of Sonoray’s betrayal. He even described her as a beautiful bard full of lovely song. I could have talked to him for days. But with time against us, good company is not a luxury we have to enjoy.

For we had to press onward to the Hells. Or the closest to it I have yet encountered. The Demon’s Fen is a swampy filthy place, desecrated by restless undead, ruled by the hate-filled Barrow King. Or was, before we triumphed over him and his grasping demons. And it will be again, once he returns from the Man Molds, as the Conspirators are immortal, in a way.

But for now we must fulfill our purpose of coming here and obtain his token from his corpse. That will make four tokens collected thus far: Sonoray’s Tongue, Eyes, Feet, and now Heart. Our greater purpose is to collect all of her tokens, in order to obtain the final direction pointing to Zasraen, as “all tokens point toward the scarf” according to Lord Brambleson. Pelor bless that creature. I pray we encounter more like him in our journey through this strange world.

Who I pray we do not see again is the Mourning Crier. I hesitate to even mention the winged serpent, for she still puts me at unease. We came upon her blocking the path to the Barrow King’s haunted island, crying and singing eerily. As we conversed, she called us friends in a false tone, asked us to sing with her, and claimed it was she who had betrayed Sonoray, that the Barrow King only carries the burden of betrayal for her. She allowed us passage without confrontation, but what she said disturbs me. For even as we stand now over the slain Barrow King, the Mourning Crier’s song grows louder.

Horros Moonshadow

Even death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely.
The Harrowed Realm

Harrowed Realm, 1st – 16th Hour

The party (Adanna Fionn, Finwick Shortwick, Horros Moonshadow, and Ra Quel), having defeated the silver-tongued Bernaditi, freed the halfling, and began to ask a few questions. The halfling, Eduard du Leon, had a story that was hard to believe. Apparently, he was a noble, long since believed to be dead, from a kingdom long since decayed. Finwick was actually familiar with Eduard, and could corroborate some of his story. He knew a few things that were helpful to the rest of the party, and agreed to join them in their search for Zassrion, for he had a few questions of his own he would ask.

After feeding Bernaditi an elixir of truth, and interrogating him for a few minutes, they were able to confirm what Biyo had already told them. In order to find Zassrion, they would need to find the other Conspirators of the Realm, and take the tokens they had stolen from Sonnorae. Only then could they find the scarf hidden in Striding Fortress.

And so, the party went searching for the Ticktock man. After roaming the endless brambles of the realm for 12 hours, they were able to find the lone mountaintop that was his home. They easily fought and negotiated their way through the caldera’s defenses, eventually ending up in the Ticktock’s man shop. There, next to the endless mechanical rhythm of the Ticktock Wall, the party accosted the Conspirator. It was long battle, but they wore him down. With a final ferocious axe strike, Ra Quel ended the Ticktock Man’s life, and the rhythm of the Realm stopped.

Horros Moonshadow

The trouble is, you think you have time.

Eduard du Leon

Three hundred years. I’ve been dead for three hundred years, or so they tell me. Whether true or a lie, one thing is certain: this is my punishment, and I deserve it.

I will not discard what honor remains me by giving into despair. I may be dead but I am still the Lion of Kyndale, and a Cavalier of the Paw.

I will find this Zassrion and learn what I can. And when I do, I will “thank him” for the “gift” he gave me. I am being strongly sarcastic.

My newfound companions are strange and brutish — they fight with all the grace and strategy of a mob of children chasing a greased pig — but after an eternity of loneliness and starvation followed by a second eternity of torture and humiliation, I welcome them. And while lacking military discipline, they have individual strengths: the cleric is kind, wise, and a powerful healer. The halfling isn’t really Order of Paw material, if you get my drift, but he seems quite adept at magic, and is well-read, to boot. The monk is lightning fast, and sees things others do not. The barbarian woman… well, we’ll see. I’m sure she has many positive qualities.

It feels good to hold a lance again.

I miss Hugo. He was a damn good dog.

Adanna Fionn

It worked. The Elixir of Truth led to that vile Beneditti spilling his guts. It turns out BO was right, Beneditti despises Zasrean. His spite derives from an apparent unequal sharing of the spoils after the conspirators betrayed and banished their creator, Sonoray. Whereas Beneditti got her tongue, enabling him to lie masterfully, and the other lords got pieces of her granting them powers as well, Zasrean got her scarf. This scarf is special, as it allows the wearer to “see things beyond this world.” This undoubtedly is how Zasrean contacts our native plane, and likely how he transported Deveroe’s body to Story-kin.

It seems this is also how Edward, our newest acquaintance, came to be in Story-kin as well. Careful to correct us if we mispronounce his title, Sir Edward of the Southern Paw called to Zasrean as he lay dying, scorched by a dragon while on a mission to the Dwarven city of Carem. He claims he did not know what he was doing or why, that he was just following the vision of a mysterious woman he had known years before. He laid with her in sin as a younger man and never saw her again, but as a keepsake carried with him the deck of cards she had given him, cards identical to those in our Harrow Deck. In his last breath, she came to him and whispered “you must give into him Edward, Zasrean is your only chance.”

Despite his haughty nature, we easily pitied and welcomed Edward after Finnwick informed him of some harsh realities. Not only had Edward led to the death of his family and the deterioration of the Southern Vale by not reaching Carem, but whereas Edward thought he had only been in Story-kin for 3 months, in fact 300 years had passed in our world. He was distraught, and then intent on joining us to confront Zarean.

We are distraught as well, as we now realize we are in danger of a fate similar to Edward’s – because for every moment we spend in this realm, time flies exponentially in Far Primus. Because of this we sought out the Tik-Tok man, one of the eight conspirators. He is in possession of Sonoray’s eyes, enabling him to oversee the running of the realm, the changing of the seasons. And, we hope, the power to delay or even stop time.

Beneditti admitted he had no intention of leaving the Midnight Circus, and no interest in warning the other lords of our existence. He also promised under the Elixir of Truth to no longer torture his servants if we left BO Venna as his companion. And Beneditti’s token was pulling us in the direction of the Caldera anyway, so we headed through the Briar toward the Tik Tok man. We experienced a bit of difficulty entering the Volcanic bastion, until Horros pulled the appropriate cards from our Harrow Deck, easing our way in. We eventually defeated the Tik Tok man after a tiresome battle, and stand here now in his lair trying to decide what to do next…

Ra Quel


The Harrow Deck

3rd of Olid, 561 QC – ?

After defeating Devereau, and losing him to a pocket dimension, the party (Adanna Fionn, Finwick Shortwick, Horros Moonshadow, Maya Foxtail, and Ra Quel) decided to rest up before following him. Borgakh decided to leave, heading back north to Kyzyl Kum, her forgotten home. The rest of the party recuperated in a Rope Trick, and spent a few more hours on last minute preparations before Adanna shifted them all across planar boundaries. The shift was supremely disorienting, and they ended up in a strange, oversaturated plane, the Harrowed Realm. They popped into existence near a fading circus, and were immediately attacked by clown-painted crows. They easily defeated the avian bullies, saving a small gnome named Biyo Venna in the process. Biyo told them a bit about the world, full of storykin and conspirator lords. They decided to investigate the carnival further, and question Bernaditi, it’s crocodile-faced lord. An unexpected series of battles ensued, featuring a juggling giant, bears on unicycles, diplomacy, bravery, grandiose performances, lightning bolts, and a raucous crowd. In the end, the party forced Bernaditi to yield. He gave up his token: a garnet and gold pendant, and an important key in the Harrowed Realm. He also gave up the halfling that he had been holding prisoner on a spinning knife wheel.

FInally, the party found out that Devereau was most likely being held by Zassrion, The Patchwork Lord, in a Striding Fortress that roamed the realm.

Ra Quel


Adanna Fionn

We have literally just arrived in the Harrow Realm, and yet so much has happened already. It’s almost as if time is going by much slower in this world than in our native plane…

Immediately after teleporting, a physically disturbing experience to say the least, we were attacked by Tengu. Those humanoid-bird-soldier-type beings were intent on taking us out, but we thwarted their attempts easily. They had just recently injured a gnome-weasel, who after a bit of Pelor’s healing introduced himself quite charismatically as BO Venna. He provided essential information about this world, which he calls Story-kin, the details of which I must remember to notate when we have more time. Coincidentally he had just come from the fortress where Zasrean presides, and referenced seeing a half-ling (who by BO’s description could only have been Deveroe) recently entering the premises. BO disapproves of Zasrean’s habit of what he calls “absorbing” his prisoners into himself. So he came to where we are now, the Midnight Circus, to speak with Beneditti, one of the Lords, aka “Conspirators,” of Story-kin.

Beneditti…the nerve of that devilish Raksasha, to speak to me in such a manner. Everything about him offends me, from his sadist nature to his condescending tone. It is shameful he abuses his influence for his appalling “entertainment” purposes, when he could be using his intellect for the greater good. But no matter. Pelor will judge him when his time comes. And he has already surrendered and offered us his Token, supposedly his source of power. Now we need only evade his exquisite talent for deceit. I’ve been looking forward to using my Elixir of Truth for some time now. Perhaps I will get him that cup of tea…

Back to Westcrown

29th of Fharl – 3rd of Olid, 561 QC

After the battle, the party (Adanna Fionn, Finwick Shortwick, Horros Moonshadow, Maya Foxtail, and Ra Quel) set about securing the rest of the temple. There was some initial difficulty in controlling Borgakh, who was a mess after discovering that her surrogate mother had been killed. However, with some gentle coaxing, they got her under control.

With the temple finished, Grakar Foechuckle decided to part ways with the group. He convinced Bala to travel with him and Poppy Weatherbee deeper into Radav Oldranon to learn more about the machinations of the Jade Army. He promised he would stay in contact, and let the party know what he learned.

Finwick transported the rest of the party back to Risz with a series of quick teleport jumps, accomplishing in 3 days what had previously taken the party over 2 months. For the final jump, both FInwick and Maya transported the entire party into Devereau’s office, ambushing him. He was unable to escape, and it was a massacre. In less than a minute, Devereau lay dying in a pool of blood, with a murderous Borgakh standing over him. With his final breath, Devereau called out to someone named Zassrion, and his Harrow Deck spun out of his hands, arcing with cold blue lightning. There was a flash, and Devereau was gone, transported to a strange demiplane that the party later discovered was attached to the deck.

They were left with much to think about.

Adanna Fionn

It weakens my heart to be reminded of how wicked the world can be. Death, deceit, the heartbreak of seeing your friends experience personal loss…

We found Ra Quel’s cousin, Radungun, blind and emaciated in the depths of the Temple’s dungeon. The eyes are greatly respected in their culture, so to have both taken from him in addition to the torture he no doubt suffered left him without the will to live. I prayed for his soul while Ra Quel laid him to rest. It must have pained her emotionally, but she did not let it show.

Borgak found her mother, Mia, murdered in the depths of the Temple. She would not settle until she recovered the remains, and refused any discussion of reanimating Mia’s corpse. In retrospect it was heartless of us to have asked. Understandably distraught, she was quite reserved afterward. I had hoped her turmoil would ease after the burial, but she only became more distant, and intent on confronting Deveroe.

In truth we were all quite anxious to confront him. After consideration, it made no sense to try to talk to him again. He had lied to us so successfully so many times before. So with divine insight and careful planning, we were able to ambush him in his office. I don’t know if it was our intention to kill him outright, and Borgak was probably acting purely on adrenaline, but the swift battle ended with her bashing his head against the wall of his secret lair. Unfortunately but not surprisingly this only furthered her emotional burden, and afterward she lay shuddering next to Deveroe’s dying body. He was indirectly responsible for her mother’s death, but he was the closest thing she had to a father.

I must make haste and rush this entry though, as we are headed to another plane of existence. While he lay dying, Deveroe called out to someone named Zasrean, saying “I am ready now.” Then tortured screams and lightening rays absorbed his body, leaving only his deck of cards. The deck, covered in conjuration magic, turned out to be a harrowing deck, used by Arcanist’s for divination. This deck seems to be associated with a particular Demi-Plane, and is usable only there.

In answer to my previous divination, Pelor answered “with great care we may achieve surprise.” Following her guidance, we caught Deveroe off-guard, and defeated him easily. Regarding the location of The Magnificent Thought, she answered “he guards the secret close.” We must trust in Pelor that Deveroe kept the book on him at all times. None of us have experienced extra-planar travel before. But we must now travel to Zasrean, for Pelor wills it so.

Temple of the Ebon Destroyers

29th of Fharl, 561 QC

Fully rested and healed, the party (Ra Quel, Horros Moonshadow, Adanna Fionn, Finwick Shortwick, Maya Foxtail, and Grakar Foechuckle) decided to infiltrate the Temple of the Ebon Destroyers. They entered through a cave lip high up on a cliff face, sneaking in undetected. With Horros and Grakar in the vanguard, they managed to take out a number of the resident monks before any alarm was raised. However, when it finally was raised, the party found itself on the back foot. They were suddenly sandwiched between a six-armed avatar of Vecna and a flame-throwing assassin. A number of them nearly fell, but they regrouped, destroyed the avatar, and ran off the assassin.

After healing, they continued with their explorations of the temple. They searched through a collection of mostly empty rooms for a few minutes before finally stumbling upon an ornate set of double doors. Upon entering, they were greeted by a dark-eyed and sharp-tongued oracle. She and Horros bantered for a while in Vudrani… they clearly knew each other. Meanwhile, Adanna and Grakar tried their best to hold Borgakh back, and Ra Quel began to lose patience. Everything eventually came to a head. In the blink of an eye, Borgakh was encased in a cage of force, Horros was being assaulted by the oracle’s sword, and the flame-throwing assassin re-appeared, pelting the party with deadly chakrams. It was a long and arduous battle, in which Ra Quel was dropped multiple times and Horros was brought to within an inch of his life by the oracle’s desecrated hands. Eventually, though, the party prevailed.

And they stood victorious, the residents of the dreaded Temple of the Ebon Destroyers broken before them.

Horros Moonshadow

What makes us who we are?

Our names? Our faces?

Is it our deeds that define us?

A man named Chodak once lived in Radav Oldranon. He was a killer, an assassin, an Ebon Destroyer who carried out the will of a malicious order.

I do not know this man, yet I have inherited his sins. They call me by his name and hold me to his promises. Memories of his life linger in my consciousness to haunt me.

Are you the same person you were yesterday? What if you’ve changed your state of mind?

The man chose to leave the order. He chose to oppose them, stealing pages of the book they hold dearly. He chose to purge his memories. He chose to change his identity.

If you wake up with different memories, do you wake up a different person?

I do not know the whole of this man’s story, but it ended with me. He sought absolution through me. And I will help his spirit find peace, not because we share a face, but because I am a monk, and this is my purpose.

When will his spirit be at rest?

When the Ebon Destroyers are exterminated? When She of Nightmares has fallen? Or when Tondar’s Prophecy is fulfilled?

Perhaps when there’s no one left to remember him.

Farewell, Zaafira.

Adanna Fionn

Pelor has shown her light down upon us as victors of the most death-defying battle. Grekar and Horros, truly masters of stealth, enabled us to assassinate quickly and undetected at first. But then the most horrifyingly evil creature of Veckna with unending limbs attacked, along with a talented spell caster and a mistress of the devil who nearly killed us with her flaming circles.

But the worst was Zafeara. She obviously knew Horros, calling him Chodek while speaking to him in Vudrani. In the most condescendingly familiar tone, she told him she knew he would return, bringing her the Dragon’s Eye and ready to do her bidding. She also mentioned Deveroe, stating he stole the real Magnificent Thought for himself, leaving her with a false copy. She repaid this treachery by killing who appears to have been Borgak’s surrogate mother.

Horros was quite at a loss of how to proceed. He kept repeating to me how formidable she was, hesitating to attack. But when Zafeara gave him the order to kill us, there was no further choice in the matter. He attacked Zafeara directly. They fought literally to the death, with Horros barely standing afterward. Ra Quel slayed the spell caster (with glee I’m sure considering her aversion to magic), and Poppy ended the flaming harlot.

Horros will surely need time to recover, physically and mentally. We will need to ask him more about what just happened, but now is not the time. Borgak will need spiritual tending to as well, when she learns of her mother’s fate and Deveroe’s alleged involvement. She is not an easy one to calm when she gets going.

What to think of Deveroe is the ultimate question. Really, it has been the question since we first met him. What are his true intentions? Why does he have Ril Rador’s Magnificent Thought, and why did he lie to us about it? Why did he send us to La-Kum-Gee in the first place? According to Zafeara, he sent us here sacrificially. Or at the very least under false pretenses. My intuition leads me to believe her. But not to forgive her – may the fires of The Hells be unmerciful.


30th of Morad – 29th of Fharl, 561 QC

After a few more weeks of relatively uneventful travel, the party (Ra Quel, Horros Moonshadow, Adanna Fionn, Finwick Shortwick, Maya Foxtail, and Grakar Foechuckle) finally made it to the valley containing Leckumgee. After a day of investigations, the party found a secret path behind a nearby waterfall that they thought would lead them to the Temple. They followed the path for a few hours as it led them up onto a plateau and further into the Saylyugem mountains. As the night fell, they found themselves walking through a mass grave that suddenly burst to life. Walking corpses surrounded them, and a restless spirit possessed them in turn. It was a long and brutal struggle, but the rotten bodies were eventually defeated, and the spirit exorcised. It turned out that a number of the corpses in the grave were Kitsune, a race essentially unknown in Far Primus, but surprisingly familiar to Maya. The party spent the remainder of the evening burning the corpses, granting them their final rest.

That morning, as the party rested, there were a number of revealed secrets and fruitful conversations.

Adanna Fionn

When you’ve been searching for so long, traveling great distances to find what you’re looking for, it is surreal to actually find answers. But that is precisely what happened today. Maya’s heritage and Horros’ insight have led us to the Dragon’s Eye, and the ability to read the glyphs on the Dwarven door back at Hell’s Canyon.

We’re now at the entrance to the temple of Veckna in La-Kum-Gee. My companions’ scouting discovered the tunnel to it hidden behind a waterfall in the mountains. Horros has been our guide most of the way, as it seems his subconscious remembers these corridors from a past life.

We are currently in the rope trick resting before we go further, having just escaped an onslaught of undead. Amassed within the mountains, the corpses were of Maya’s ancestral race. I had wondered why her last name was Foxtail, and now I know – they all looked like what were once beautiful and majestic fox-like creatures. A possessive force dominated Borgak’s mind when we first entered the grave site, causing her to nearly choke me to death. My friends saved me though, thank Pelor. Then the force overtook the corpse of Maya’s grandfather. But when his soul was freed he warned her not to let Veckna have the Eye, which tuned out to be the head-piece she has worn the entire time we have known her. With this knowledge Horros figured out that placing the Tome to her Dragon’s Eye transformed the glyphs on the tome from being unintelligible to legible.

Entirely miraculous. And let us pray there are more miracles to come, as we about to face the worst of the Ebon Destroyers.

Wrong Side of the Border

9th of Cuth – 30th of Morad, 561 QC

The party (Ra Quel, Horros Moonshadow, Adanna Fionn, Finwick Shortwick, Maya Foxtail, and Grakar Foechuckle) was connected with the halfling smuggler, Bala, and set off on their extended journey to Leckumgee on three large elephants, with a determined Borgakh joining them. After over a month of travel eastward through the swamps of Risz, the party made it to the river border with Radav Oldranon. The blind barge owner who helped them cross the river turned out to be a weretiger. He and his sons ambushed the the party that night, nearly eviscerating Horros. However, after that close call, the lycanthropes were easily defeated.

Bala continued to lead the group through the outskirts of Radav Oldranon for a couple more weeks, along a smuggling trail hugging the river. One night, the party was accosted by a group of what turned out to be Jade Army scouts. They were a sneaky bunch, hiding in the pitched darkness of a nearly moonless night. Ra Quel and Borgakh found their minds being overtaken by the scritchy thoughts of a skittering humanoid spider. However, the party once again prevailed, with Maya chasing down the spider and popping its head like a grape with a well-placed spell.

Nearly a month away from Leckumgee, and deep into the Riverwood, the party is getting further and further away from home.

Adanna Fionn

I am still so upset with Horros I could kill him. And I would kill him, had I not sacrificed everything I could to save his life. How can he be so careless to attack that weretiger at night by himself without waking us up first? Does he have no clue how much we care for him? All I can say is thank Pelor I made it out of the rope trick in time to save him from that abominable creature and his blasphemous “sons.” I know it is unforgiving to hold a grudge, and Pelor forgive me, but I was just so scared we might lose him.

Our recent run in with the Jade Army has softened my displeasure with Horros though. He fought well and did not make my heart stop by unnecessarily provoking his own death. This time it was Maya who ran off to save us. Her act proved successful and saved us from defeat. She is quite a little spellcaster, I give her that. To think how much more powerful her spells could be though if she accepted Pelor into her heart. Sigh.

We continue our journey on Bala’s elephants – Bala, Ra Quel, and I together, Finnwick, Maya and Horros together, and Greckar, Poppy, and Borgak together. I am glad Ra Quel and I are on the same elephant, we make a good team. Poor Bala, I believe we frightened him to death when we accused him of being in cahoots with that Weretiger. But he has calmed down, and now is only intimidated by Borgak’s height. Speaking of which, I am glad to see Greckar spending time connecting with her. She seemed distant, sad almost, when Ra Quel out-shined her in battle. But Greckar can charm anything and anyone, and Borgak fell easily into his reassurance. I hope now she feels closer to us, as we do to her.

It is apparent upon reading this entry that I am quite emotional. I shall pray, and will be renewed by morning.


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