Far Primus

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.

A Dinner Ruined

8th – 9th of Cuth, 561 QC

The party (Ra Quel, Horros Moonshadow, Adanna Fionn, Finwick Shortwick, and Maya Foxtail) sat down for a long dinner conversation with Devereau. They discussed their recent discoveries about the cult activities both in Westcrown and possibly in Radav Oldranon. They attempted to learn more about Devereau himself, but their dinner party was rudely interrupted by an ambush. Utkroza and a number of Ebon Destroyer monks had snuck onto The Pile with the intent to assassinate the party. Things looked dire at first, but after Borgakh showed up, and Devereau, hiding on the casino roof, began to pepper the sniping Utkroza with arrows, the ambush was foiled.

After the battle was over, Borgakh had a hard time letting go of her rage, and was throwing dead Destroyers into the water. Adanna managed to settle her down, and Devereau eventually rejoined the group on the ship. He revealed a bit more about his past and the party agreed to travel to Leckumgee. Whatever their plans, it was in the best interests of both the party and Devereau that the cult be stopped.

The next morning, the party met with Devereau’s smuggler friend, Bala, outside of the city walls of Westcrown. He had agreed to take them across the Oldranian border. And after some impassioned pleading, Borgakh convinced the party to let her join them.

Horros Moonshadow

The quieter you become, the more you can hear.

Maya Foxtail

Despite the fact that he’s only helped us, I continue to feel reluctant to completely trust Devereau. He has an air of holding information back when we ask him questions. Given what he’s been through perhaps I shouldn’t judge him so harshly. I know the horror of having everyone you care about killed in the blink of an eye. Of course it’s one thing to see the aftermath, another to be left for dead. I suppose I should be thankful I didn’t witness the massacre that killed my friends and family. And I certainly can’t blame Devereau for covering his decrepit state with an illusion. Assuming that was the result of the attack on their Great Trade wagon as opposed to something else. There I go again. Sheesh. I will try harder. He is financing our trip to Leckumgee and connected us with the smuggler Bala. And he did pledge to pay us 5,000gp each if we could find out what the Cult of Veckna is doing in Westcrown so he can’t be all bad, right?

Meanwhile I have mixed feelings about Borgakh joining the party. She’s a formidable warrior, but also a bit of a loose cannon and we wouldn’t want her to turn her anger towards us. Devereau was pretty clear last night about not wanting Borgakh to go with us, but when we gently tried to talk her out of it she was adamant. I would feel better if we could let Devereau know before leaving, but Adanna has to prepare the spell she needs to communicate with him so it will have to be done on the road. Hopefully he doesn’t feel betrayed by this turn of events. There was no way for us to forcefully make her stay and we certainly didn’t want to anger her. She wiped the floor with Ra Quel the first time we met her, not someone you want on your bad side. Ra Quel is certainly not a fan. The rest of us will definitely make an effort to keep them apart and I’m sure Horros will avoid Borgakh as well. I doubt she’ll ever see his tattoo, but we’re all worried about her tendency to go berserk anytime she sees anything related to the Cult of Veckna and the Ebon Destroyer monks. Both a blessing and a curse. Hopefully more of the former than the latter. Time will tell.

Adanna Fionn

I do not want to imagine what that would be like. To lose your entire party to a force so powerful and out of your means to stop. By a dragon you had been seeking, no less. And to be left so disfigured, forever scarred physically and mentally with the memories of your friends’ terrible deaths. I don’t know what is worse for Deveroe – to face death, or life after losing everyone dear to you.

Pelor provides wisdom in the form of experience. We need to remember and learn from what Deveroe has shared. And his companions were the former Warders of Echeron, our ancestors. So though I am exhausted from fending off yet another attack from that wicked cult last night at Deveroe’s, I feel compelled to note the details of his tale. Pelor protect us from such sorrow, but if we are headed in the same direction, let us go forth enlightened.

He states they were headed North to the Great Trades, a biannual occurrence from the borderlands up to Nor Malengar, home of the smithing Dwarves. Specifically, they were traveling with the Stoneforge Clan, and carrying something very important to their quest. Deveroe states they did not know what the item was or why it was important, but Raelick did. The dragon ambushed and annihilated them all, save Deveroe. He does not know if he was kept alive intentionally or by accident, but his deformity was certainly purposeful.

And now he encourages us to proceed to La-Kum-Gee. He cannot keep us safe here, a lesson we are continuously forced to learn. He does not trust She of Nightmares (as if any moral being would), nor does he know the reason why the cult has become so active since we arrived. Arrangements were made with Ballah, who is to accompany us over the Pegasi Bridge and into La-Kum-Gee. Deveroe made it clear Borgack was not to join us. But if nothing else, she knows her own mind. She is now in our party, and Deveroe has chosen to accept that. Ra Quel will accept it as well, eventually.

And finally I must divulge Horros’ secret. I have been avoiding this knowledge, hesitating even now to write it down. But the symbol we continue to encounter, the mark of Veckna, is in fact tattooed on the inside of Horros’ lip. Leading to the assumption that in his previous life he was part of this wretched cult. Pelor save him from his dark past. I will do all in my power through you to do the same.

Trouble At Mill

6th – 8th of Cuth, 561 QC


The mill was burning down around them, but the party (Ra Quel, Horros Moonshadow, Adanna Fionn, and Maya Foxtail) soldiered on. They quickly regained their composure and started to search the premises. They had only a brief window, and the fire was threatening to consume them. Horros and FInwick flew down to the basement to collect whatever books they could, while the rest of the party retreated to the back garden to escape the smoke.

Meanwhile, outside the mill, Grakar Foechuckle was watching over a newly arrived squad of Dottari, who almost immediately began trying to break into the barred oaken doors in the front of the building. It didn’t take them long. When they poured into the burning mill, the battle began again. The squad of “city guards” clearly meant to do harm. The party had to fight them off, while battling the heat and smoke of the fire and trying to collect what clues they could before they were lost forever. They were largely successful, managing to save a large trove of books and papers before escaping across the roof of the mill. However, in the confusion of the struggle, the garuda, Utkroza, managed to escape.

The party retreated to The Pile and spent the next two days recuperating, restocking, and researching. They made a few trades with Warty Vassic, Illi’s Rego Cader contact, and found out a number of interesting facts from their trove of papers. Apparently, something very interesting was going on in Leckumgee, a small village on the wrong side of the border with Radav Oldranon.

Adanna Fionn

Pelor, you must have some greater purpose for me here, as you continue to spare my life. Again I came ever so near to living in your eternal light. Between the evil Naga, its ninja-like protectors, and the devious minions working the mill, Maya, Finnwick, and myself almost perished. And this in spite of our being more prepared than usual, thanks to Horros’ surveillance and my spell preparation efforts. I don’t remember who brought me back to consciousness, but praise Pelor for them. And for Ra Quel for coming in to handle the foes we could not, as usual.

The Dotari city guards rushed into the mill, only moments after we arrived (raising suspicion the Dotari are influenced to say the least by the Cult of Veckna), led by someone we presume was working for She of Nightmares. We believe this because he spoke familiarly to the assassin Horros and Ra Quel nearly destroyed in the attic of the mill, the same assassin from earlier at the Inn. And the assassin, whose name we believe to be “Oot Crosa,” ordered the leader to kill us. We also know that the Naga’s name was likely Sarpede, in that the leader asked Oot Crosa when he entered “what happened to Sarpede.” But notice I use past tense when referring to this unPelorly leader, as we sent him to damnation, along with his gaggle of Dotari.

By Pelor’s guidance Horros, Finnwick, and Greckar (who snuck into the mill hidden among the Dotari with Poppy) surveyed the attic and basement to collect whatever books and valuables they could before the building went up in flames. Now, days after studying these clues while on Deveroe’s Casino ship in The Pile, we have the following leads:

The Naga, Sarpede, was referring to La-Kum-Gee when we overheard her ordering her ninja-protectors to “return there to tell the masters, that the masters will be displeased, but they must know.” La-Kum-Gee is a small village on the wrong side of the border with Radolv Oldrenon, roughly one thousand miles from where we are now. It seems they were searching for Ril Rador’s Magnificent Thought, found it, and sent it to a temple in La-Kum-Gee. They were also looking for the “Unseen Key” and the “Eye of Vekna,” but have been unsuccessful thus far.

Our plan is to ask Deveroe his take on the matter, to see if he can make more of what we found in the silk mill. I don’t know why this makes me apprehensive…

The Silk Mill

5th – 6th of Cuth, 561 QC_

The party (Ra Quel, Horros Moonshadow, Adanna Fionn, and Maya Foxtail) returned from the blaze at Lankesh’s to rest and recuperate at their inn. They were there for less than an hour before Devereau came sneaking in, disguised as Finwick, and warning of imminent danger for the party. Shortly thereafter, the real Finwick Shortwick walked in, and chaos ensued. Dottari stormed the Inn looking for the arsonists, Devereau took an arrow to the stomach, and the party escaped out of the window, through the alley, and into a hidden supply cart. Before they knew it, the party was safely tucked away in The Pile, a nearly-abandoned casino boat docked just off of the Dragon’s Hoard.

That evening, the party sat down with Devereau and had a lovely dinner, finally getting the answers to some of the questions that had been bothering them. Apparently, the Cult of the Ebon Hand had made an appearance in Westcrown, and Devereau was worried. So, the party agreed to investigate the one place they thought they may be able to find more cultists, the Apananda Silk Mill.

Before traveling to the mill, the party got some revealing clues by speaking with the embalmed corpse of the real Lankesh. With those clues in mind, they found the mill and infiltrated it. Their sneaky surprise quickly turned into a pitched battle with a Garuda, a Dark Naga and a large number of what the party guessed to be cultists. The battle went back and forth a number of times, with powerful exchanges of magic destroying both people and property. Eventually, the party was able to get the upper hand, but not without both Adanna and Finwick nearly dying in the process.

In the end, they found themselves badly depleted in a burning silk mill. They were alive, but their investigations were burning down around them. Again.

Adanna Fionn

We’re heading to Lankesh’s silk mill. It’s in Rego Cura, a district in Westcrown full of warehouses, slums, and seedy people. When we spoke with Lankesh’s corpse, he was able to eek out that the basement of his mill could provide some of the answers we have been searching for. Supposedly there is a book there, the Magnificent Thought, and a man named Ril Rador, both of which can lead us to the Blind Path and said key needed to open it.

It seems, though, as we get closer to closing one door, another opens. Deveroe came to rescue us today after an assassination attempt on our lives. He was hit by an arrow snared with a lethal fireball pearl as we fled the Inn window to his Casino boat in The Pile. It came not from the Dotari, the city guards storming the Inn, but from a lone assassin from a building above. The fireball came with a threatening note:

“The promise of death awaits you. Do not interfere. This is your only warning.”

Afterward Deveroe disclosed more about his past, as well as the meaning of the curious symbol my friends saw in their dreams. He admitted he spent some time in Radav Oldrenon, an empire on the Eastern edge of the continent. It was explained to me that Radav Oldrenon is outside the confederacy boundaries, 100 miles east of Riz, and ruled by an Empress known as She of Nightmares. It is a Pariah empire, dominated by believers in Veckna. No wonder it is disliked by others, for what righteous nation would condone worshiping the God of evil trickery, magic, and knowledge?

Deveroe admits he recognizes the symbol as belonging to the Cult of Veckna, also known as the Cult of the Ebon Destroyers. They use the symbol as a way of identifying each other, as spies and assassins of She of Nightmares. Deveroe says seeing this symbol usually implies you are close to death. He does not know why they would send this message to him, to us, or both, or why we are still alive after seeing it.

But now I know why he hid the symbol from Borgack in his office – Radav Oldrenon is very active in the slave trade, and Borgack is a former slave who Deveroe rescued and brought back to the Confederacy. So it seems Deveroe is a moral and trustworthy soul…

And yet still there remain mysteries clouding his character. For one, what did that message with the arrow mean? The assassin must have precise aim to hit one so experienced as Deveroe in the abdomen, and to make it a painful but not mortal wound. Which implies the assassin must have meant the message for Deveroe alone, warning him not to help us. And the message seems intimate in a way, like there may be some history between Deveroe and the Cult of Veckna? Deveroe himself admits he “spent time” in Radav Oldrenon, but is vague about why he was there and what he was doing…

And then there is what Horros saw. He claims Deveroe’s face, when struck by that arrow, became decrepit. For only a moment, illuminated by the simultaneous lightning strike, it appeared to Horros that Deveroe “may not be among the living.” Deveroe did not have a good answer for this when asked point blank. Mysterious indeed…


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