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.
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.
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.