13 Arodus, 4713 (Wealday)
Spent 2sp (Breakfast, 1 sp/day each person)
Spent 170 on healing
Shelyn forgive me I did not write yesterday, as events left me reeling. Even knowing the ways of Kenabres and the Dawnbringer, I find no beauty in this.
It is written that Chaos dances deep within the heart of Law, and Law fixes Chaos deep in its center. Nowhere is this more true than here, so close to the Wastes of the Old Kingdom — where Her knights fight demons spilling in — that chaos spills also from the hearts of those sworn to protect the city.
But first, the events of prior days….
Two nights ago, we were paid an unorthodox visit by one Anevia Triabade, a spy who claimed to belong to an order called the Council of Enlightenment. She sapped us in our sleep, in order to “test us”. To her credit, she could have killed us, so we chose to hear her out. It was not clear whether she was sent by Irobeth, or acting under other orders.
Yesterday, Anevia took us on a cold and windy tour of the city, filling in my comrades on the Council, a who’s who of Kenabres clergy, and corruption within the city from the Templars of the Ivory Labyrinth, a cult of Baphomet. She did mention Sunestae, a half-elf demon hunter, who is the head Bishop of Iomedae. Also Nestran Alodae of St Clydwell, religious leader of the city.
That evening came our downfall. While not much for Runic wisdom, perhaps there is some truth in the old dwarven song, Barzûln Dûnost Athrid Dûrmgrist. (Literally, this means “Cursed is the Beard of One who Leaves the Clan”, but most northern bards sing, “Never Split the Party”.)
We visited the local soldier’s inn (name?), where I earned nearly three weeks’ breakfast by singing as many verses of “Songbird’s Beauty” — to a shower of cheers. I used a bit of the funds to fill Aron’s silver flask with good Ustalavan vodka. The others then left for our apartments. Riva stayed with me, and we danced together until late in the evening. She was a fine dancer, not hindered a bit by her deafness.
It was not until today that we learned of our fellowship’s demise. Kyrk, Keeya, Neleryn and Nelthiel were accosted by guards at the gate into New Kenabres. It was difficult to interpret what actually happened, hearing only the side of an overly zealous guard, but Nelthiel was killed; Kyrk, Keeya, and Neleryn were put in the walls. A terribly dark day, to learn that my new friends, whom I’d spent the better part of a year with, would no longer be with us.
Early Morning, 14 Arodus
Ivan woke us, having spend the last few days in Horgus’ estate. The news of our friend’s death and friends’ imprisonment did little to damp his mood. He had a lead. According to his sources, Horgus’ estate has been corrupted, he disappeared 6 days ago (Fireday). Commander Olnik is a Templar (Minotaur, symbol of Baphomet). Ivan found a letter from Hosilla, that they would take Horgus to a place outside of Neathholm, a village underground of Kenabres. He also found it likely that Aron had gone in search of Horgus.
After filling Ivan in on last night’s events, we visited the prisoners to try to get them some creature comforts. Neleryn had been beaten badly. In abject cruelty, the guards had left his sister’s corpse in the cell with him. They were also torturing Keeya, keeping her cold and wet in her cell. How can these men call themselves paladins? How is their cruelty any different from that which rises from the abyss? We were not allowed to visit Kyrk.
Ivan introduced us to some friends, who seemed intent on joining our party. Trynna Talbot, a Wolf of Kenabres. And Locke, who fought at my side during the battle of the Tower. He is now also a Wolf, and no longer wears his tabard, nor his battle patches.
We did not make it to Neathholm. The mere drop into the sewers nearly killed us. We returned to our apartments to rest for two days.
Yesterday we hired a nurse to tend our wounds. From our windows we watch a procession of the “Heroes of Kenabres”, an apparently renowned company who just arrived out of the Shutterwood. They were prophecied to be saviors of the 5th crusade. A human from far off land.
Today, after spending all my remaining gold on healing, we returned to the crack in the ground. Went below, after about ½ hour we found double sets of tracks (presumably Aron & Horgus). Some ways in, a narrow cavern led to a blue glow. There, we found a shrine to Torag, which may have fallen from the surface. There, a mongrelman whom we had wounded lay atop of an altar, with 3 dwarves praying.