Scars of Suldairia

Rasgo's Inner Meditation Journal (Adventure 11)
Rasgo journal

I woke up in the morning and prepared the, now customary, alchemist’s mercy for whoever needed it. The demon had possessed one of the townspeople, one of the trackers. He killed Scilla before being killed by Baulder and Rose. We never found the spirit that left his body upon death. The priest in Alaspar was unable to help with the demon, so we sought help from Sheasbury.

The mayor and nobles of Alaspar finally agreed to have a treaty with the goblins. We left them to handle that situation without us. Flotibahl has not yet returned, but she left the treasure and evil book with us. We found out that Lai has an evil robe and may be using that as cover for him being possessed.

On the way back to Sheasbury, we believe a band of halfling thieves stole two thirds of our treasure while we were camping at night. This happened during Zeph’s watch. Once back to town, we told about the entire story and were rewarded with a guild promotion to ‘Blade’. We were each given a piece of paper that teleports the party back to the base. They are activated by burning the paper.

After telling the story about what happened, I had a short vision. I was an invisible pixie riding on the back of a wyvern as we swooped down to attack the phase spider again.

I found out about some new news back in town…

The quiet little town (Isto)

Well that was an uneventful day today. Went to this town meeting that Zeph planned out to try to form a treaty between this town and the goblins. But after waiting over an hour for these pathetic Nobles, I doubt that it will happen. Rasgo’s stone was able to sneak in and relay that most of the nobles were not interested in a treaty. I think some of these nobles are foolish not to take this deal. In my history of dealing with these so called “Nobles”, most are just as, if not more deviant than some thieves that I know.

When Lai finally arose from his night of pleasure, he started using his magicks to try to decipher the loot from the demons’s treasure. I received a ring of feather falling, after Zeph fully tested it. I revealed to them one of my powers, the ability to scale walls as if it were the ground. They seem pretty amazed, if not a little dumbfounded.

There was the goblin’s spell book. Apparently it was bound in elven flesh, which would explain why Lai left the room in the state he was in. I was hopping it would have contained notes or a clue on to where the demon’s whisked away the goblin mage. But the words were not in the devil tongue. I could barely make any sense of it. I closed the book, something didnt feel quite right. But yet, that tends to happen a lot.

Zeph put me in charge of Scilla while they went downstairs to partake in more drinking. During that time Scilla looked at me and ran off in terror. I have seen this before, so I made nothing of it. Sitting in a room with me would drive many mad. It did not seem a big deal at the time.

I am now eating and Baulder apparently is freaking out over something outside. I think he is drunk but he is very demanding about this………….

Wow…. It was quiet… pure silence, couldn’t hear anything. Apparently when I opened the book I created a portal between the 9 hells and the Prime Material Plane. I used my skills to report our findings of a house that reeked of death to the local priest. When I arrived back with him, the cat beast was going on about something, needing to close the portal and not be back for awhile. Of course the cat beast left without securing the gold and gem she carried before traveling and closing the portal from the other side.

Now there is a demon possessing someone in this town. I think it may have been Scilla since she is still missing and may be vulnerable. I feel as if Lai blames me for this. I do not disagree, but perhaps one should not leave a book such as that on the floor without much explanation.

In the morning I will run some errands around town. I feel as if I will need to get some supplies. I feel something is coming.

Rasgo's Inner Meditation Journal (Adventure 10)
Rasgo journal

Yesterday began with me giving alchemist’s mercy to anyone that needed to get rid of a hangover. Afterwards, some of us not involved in late night activities went to the meeting with Scilla and the mayor. It turns out that Scilla is still very distraught walking around town in the daylight. Only Zephyrus seems to make her more comfortable.

At the meeting, the mayor and his council of nobles remained extremely disrespectful and unwilling open their minds to an alliance with the goblin tribe. When Scilla talked about the iron mines, some nobles seemed to have greater interest. We were kicked out forcefully so that they could figure out what they would do. We were never invited back.

I made a rat suit for Malphite and he Entered the chimney to spy on the meeting. Most were opposed to the alliance, and once a fire was built, the spying was over. I was proud of Malphite’s performance in hiding, climbing, listening, and relaying the messages as they were being spoken. The solution of killing them all and forming the alliance myself went across my mind a time or two and I knew just the person to help make that happen quietly. I need to have better self control and use my energy thinking of more reasonable solutions.

Later, we began to identify the magical items, but had several delays. Once again, plans of expediency are delayed by Zephyrus, Baulder, and Lai drinking. To make it worse, they got drunk after Isto opened an evil spellbook that brought demon attention on him. There was an invisible floating eye watching him, focused on him.

As far as I can tell, the loot is as follows:
ornate ring with feather fall (Isto using), 2 simple iron bands (Rasgo and Baulder using) – both with some sort of weak deflection protection, 1 simple iron band covered in soot with some sort of fire protection (Zeph using), powerful protective bracers (Lai using), illusion using shiny red robes with black beads (Lai using), spellbook bound in Elven children’s skin with a brand of a strange symbol burned into it (Zeph holding without touching), handy haversack 20 lb pocket and 80 lb pocket I believe, manual of bodily health, tome of leadership and influence (Rose using), amulet of natural armor (Rasgo using), 3 conjuration potions that all look the same (greenish and slightly oily), 2 transmutation potions (1 pearlescent with curdles, other has a heated honey texture/look)(Zeph holding), 3 divine(Zephyrus using) scrolls and 9 arcane(Lai using) scrolls – I wasn’t told what they are for, 2 magic suits of studded leather(Isto using one, selling the other), and a magic greatsword(nobody can/will use it, selling it).

I took the connector for Malphite and put it on the new necklace, he fits well. Baulder went outside to tire himself out in his drunken stupor and returned excited, afraid, and incoherent. He noticed that there was no sound of springtime nature outside. I went out to check and he was right, nothing. We alerted the rest of the party and the goblin in Zeph’s head told us that this was the demon’s plan to take over the town coming into play. It was the first symptom of a portal to hell being created. After some deliberation, we knew that the portal was in the desecrated house where all of the children were killed, eaten, and mutilated. This was not the time to be drunk.

I created 20 wooden vials of alchemist’s fire corked with smokesticks in order to cause a bang and cloud of smoke all at the same time. Some of us took a few and attached the remaining 13 to Zeph’s chest. He was determined, in his drunken stupor, to find out what the ring does in this manner. We reached the house and Baulder blew away the front wall of the house with his ring. Blood red spores filled the air and prevented some of the party from speaking. I was fine. Zephyrus ran into the house and jumped prone, crushing all of the vials at the same time. The house immediately filled with smoke after the huge explosion. Zephyrus appeared to be fine when he ran out and extinguished himself.

In the meantime, I sent my construct to break down the 3rd wall. After breaking the wall, it crumpled from some sort of massive damage. Flotibahl told Baulder to stop right as he began to run to the house. She said he would die, and I agreed after seeing what happened to the construct. Isto ran to the church at lightning speed and brought the priest. He could not stop what had been started. Flotibahl told us that she had a solution.

She would travel through space-time and close the portal, but she may or may not get in trouble with Master Darius for doing so. We had a few seconds to approve or disapprove of her plan. During that time, Lai handed Flotibahl a note to give to Master Darius. I hope the note was written with his usual thoughtfulness that he only seems to have when he’s not drunk. Without any knowledge of anything else we could do, we allowed her to go. We all turned our backs under her direction and she was gone. Baulder, in his state, did not turn around and lost consciousness and all memory leading back to earlier that day.

The crickets began to roar and the portal was gone along with any structure the house once had. It was a smoky pile of burned rubble. I wonder if Amben and Rose even knew what happened. Hopefully, Flotibahl does not get in trouble for doing a good deed. Sometimes, rules have to be broken to do the right thing. Maybe the wise Master Darius will spare her of any punishment. She was the only one with access to almost all of our treasure.

Upon reaching my room, I had another vision. I was very confident as I entered a room as an Annis Hag with a Cloaker around my neck disguised as a cloak. The guards looked at me in surprise as my cloak moaned, freezing one in place while I tore the other two to shreds. I confidently approached the ornate door as the Cloaker slit the last guard’s throat. I sent out a message, and my wizard friend in the form of a rust monster teleported next to me, along with some of our friends, and took care of the door.

Laiquaphalathel on Alaspar's Adventures
In Case of Death, Please Resurrect

(This entry is undated, but the first one in this book. It is written in a beautiful yet easy-to-read Elvish script.)
In the event of my death, certain persons should be informed. It is not necessary to meet these persons, merely to drink in Sheasbury and speak loudly of my death; someone shall show a particular interest, and I would have you give them this journal. Please consider any monies or items of value on my person to be used towards this purpose, and the remainder as a reward, save one item: my bow, carved with the tongue of my people, should be returned to the same; they will welcome you for it.

(The rest of the book is written in precise Draconic, with Elvish notes in the marginalia.)
Let us begin this tale in Sheasbury. That is, of course, where this morbidness starts. My past has yet to come into things, and it would be good if it could remain so. I accompanied a small group of reputedly skilled persons to Alaspar with the intent of assisting with some reported issues. I suppose this is a good time for introductions.

My name is (Elven) Laiquaphalathel of the Natalynnmyr. (/Elven)
I am accompanied at this point in the story by several adventurers. Amben, and female half-blood, and her ridiculously large companion, a wolf – she seems to have it under control, though I sense no malignant sorceries involved. Baulder, naming himself the Fellblade, wielding a blade nearly as tall as himself, and with the marks of creatures I cannot yet identify upon his armour – though I thought little of him at first, we’ve developed a close friendship after the Elven ways, and he might yet earn my true name. Rasgo, a bald and tattoed man of most interesting abilities and insights, though a little odd of demeanour. Zephyrus, one of those blasted Dwarves, and nearly as clumsy as expected with that scythe of his – despite his failings, I cannot deny that he is favoured by his gods, and deserves an appropriate amount of respect in acknowledgement of that. We also had a halfing with us, a shifty little one, though he took off some time ago, and has yet to be seen – no doubt he merely took advantage of our protection on the road, and other things back in Sheasbury. Alas, the full tale on that has yet to become known to me.

I discovered sometime on the road that we were followed by a creature in the shape of a small feline. It is not of our dimension, though I will say no more on the matter. It has been helpful, though I can only guess at its agenda, if any.

We smelled smoke as we approached Alaspar. The fires were not so terrible they could not be quelled. We discovered a twisted goblin inside a shed filled with butchered human remains. A likely distraction while the arsonist made his getaway, goblins being well-known for their love of fire. Alas, the entire episode was merely a distraction for their attack. Many goblins and a few bugbears came along for it and were repelled with little trouble. I summoned an illusion which kept them at bay while our group and some of the townspeople slaughtered the disgusting creatures. We managed to keep some prisoners, and used one of them to track the goblin lair, with the help of two local trappers.

Alas, the halfling was gone by this point; I expect he would have made a good scout for the next part. The lair is quite large – many goblins lived here. It was enough of a challenge for us to gain entry to the cave. I still sleep only a little, for fear my dreams should be tained by memories of the battle that ensued: I am convinced, for all our clever tactics and good decisions, only luck brought us through that – and the cat. I grow more and more fearful of its agenda, seeing some of the things it can do; I am sure I’ve only seen the barest glimpse of what it can do.

We managed to find some rest, and most of the kids, that night. The goblins had a tendency to use the children as hostages, and we managed to rescure all but one. Along the way we picked up a girl older than the rest who proved capable in assisting us – she holds the name Rose, and while at first I feared she had been despoiled by the goblins and bugbears, my fears held false, and she seems sound of mind. The goblins were not terribly organised, though one of their number, name Scilla, told us the truth of what was happening, and now accompanies us, hopefully to make peace with the humans: some sort of powerful sorcer has enscorceled them with magics of obeyance most deranged. Know they not that magics change oneself as much as the reality around oneself? To make others malleable of mind, one must become malleable of mind oneself – surely it will be the downfall of this sorcerer, for I regret to say he was not slain, escaping by means of teleportation. I can only hope his spell has been ended. The goblins themselves are mostly dead, so I do not expect he will return for them, as they will give him little power. It is not as clean a resolution as I had hoped for, but I fear it must suffice.

Amben came out from the ordeal paralysed. The priest tends her now, and I am confident of her recovery; the priest raised the one slain child from the dead, clearly a sign of great favour from his god. If divine magic can aid Amben, surely his hand is skillful enough to guide it. Whether she will continue adventuring after such injuries remains to be seen, and has surely been the end of more than one tale.

One other did appear during our battle against the sorcerer: I know not his name, but he wears a mask at all times and claims to have been hunting the demon who was summoned to battle us, being drawn in with the summoning spell. I am yet suspicious of his story, for all I have heard of demons tells me the magic required to bring them to this plane is different from that which affects mortal creatures – this requires more study.

There were other issues plaguing Alaspar, and I fear they are not entirely solved; we slew an Ankheg, a terrible creature that lives in the ground and preys on livestock. What brought it here is unknown to me, but I fear future migrations of such and shall do what I can to arrange against this, but I am not entirely certain where to start. There was one man who has seen more than a little battle here and I hope I can entrust him with funds towards the defence of the town. Before we leave, I hope to convince those trackers to keep an eye out for future ankhegs, and perhaps I can send them information from Sheasbury, some natural studies they can glean useful data from. If my mentors’ teachings have brought me any wisdom, it is that knowledge is the most powerful tool and weapon of all.

The slaughter of the cave still haunts my dreams, but it is not the only thing. What my dreams show me is not yet clear, but my intuition tells me the cat, naming herself Floaty Ball in the common tongue, is entwined in this somehow; my dreams taking on this new path coincides too neatly with her appearance. And I have the sense of war brewing, a great battle in the heavens, in dimensions beyond ours – perhaps the dimension whence this cat hails? I am fearful of such events, and the ramifications here on the Material Plane. Those of arcane heritage are still feared, so many years after the wars. Could this be the catalyst for such a fear of divine powers, as well? And what manner of being manipulates the heavens in such a manner, and to what end or advantage? I have only guesses on these topics, ill-informed. My schooling in the histories of our world and the other planes will give me an advantage in deciphering the riddle behin this, though I think it will be only a small advantage, and that perhaps it is far too late. I must find if anyone else has seen such things, and what they truly mean.

I grow weary of writing of my fears. There are a few rays of hope. Rasgo, while closed-off at first, reveals more to us each day of his unique abilities. Zephyrus has mostly kept his clothes on, and his Dwarven ways to himself. The battles, while frantic, have given me chances I would not have expected, and I have had much experimentation with my magic – I almost feel like I’ve learned more these last weeks and I had through decades of training. I command many new spells, and have even learned to summon the magics purely with my mind, body, and study; I see now that the props of magic are just that – props – and may substituted with proper concentration. While I have gained many answers, they lead only to more questions to ponder and study. I feel the flow of this world’s energies more easily each day, as my people always claimed I would. It is a peace of sorts in a world with little enough of that to offer me.

My friendship with Baulder has grown so very quickly, I feel we are almost brothers. Last night we undertook the Elvish rite of melliur at’orio together with Rose, though I confess I was heavy into the cups that night, and so it was not properly consecrated, and not official – not yet, anyway. I shall have to explain the Elven ways to these two sometime in the future, and see if we are compatible for such a thing.

We shall return to Sheasbury soon, I expect. The immediate dangers that we’re aware of have been foiled. I look forward to a few weeks of rest, study, and recovery. It has been a trying adventure.

Things that went BUMP in the night for WAY to long (Isto)

Ugh…. Another night of restless night, but for another completely different reason. 3 of my new “companions” I guess were informally greeting each other in the other room. Barely got enough sleep to feel recharged.

Anyway, The dwarf summoned a horse the next morning to cart the wagon back to town. When we got there, I stuck alongside Zephyrus and we talked. I discovered that his background is not much different than my own. He asked me for a favor and I intend to fulfill that favor one day. It seems as if this dwarf is very noble as well, trying to help the goblin woman to set up a peace treaty between the town and the goblins. This could be very promising for multiple parties.
Learned, later that night, that the boy was raised from the dead. I am sure his parents are happy, but I worry about that child’s mental state. Amben, I also heard, was recovered. Which is good for the party, but she seemed very disconnected to me.

Anyway, its morning. I am tired, and will easily be set off. I feel sorry for the poor soul who decides to push my buttons today. Perhaps I will talk to Zephyrus more about his plans. Just a small piece of me fears I may have been the one to cause him this pain. But I cannot be sure.

Prime Material Plane (Isto)

What a week this has been. It is nice being back on the Prime Material plane though. Even though the circumstances of my return were not as intended, I am just happy to be alive. I almost had the information I needed out of that demon… Was about to “interrogate” him with my blades. But as soon as I found an opening, we were both pulled through the fabric of the realms into the Prime Material plane… and a cave none the less. I was disorientated for a moment, and the creature nearly killed me. So I ran. As I was running, I noticed a small band of what it looked like to be adventure’s fending off other demons. I figured “The enemy of thy enemy is thy friend” and ran to their side. The scared dwarf even healed me up. I feel as if I could trust that one more than the others. All I could feel from the others was either fear or just distrust. I do not blame them. I would not trust someone who is a beast like me. I do not like that cat beast of theirs, it banished back the demon to its home plane. The favors I had to use and the plat from my father’s vault were all spent on that trip… So I tried to earn their trust by fighting alongside them, to no avail.

Later as we were leaving the cave, seems as if the female warrior, Amben I believe, was poisoned badly. We managed to get a cart together, and I tied some harness’ up so that myself and the muscle-brained warrior, Baulder I think he is called, could pull it to the town that they were from or something. The other female was carrying a dead child with her. Must be a friend or something. I hate to see the child, but I was in disagreement about bringing him back. HE would be scared for seeing the afterlife…

But anyways, I could not sleep last night. Between my nightmares and other intrusions, I could barely concentrate. The bald one made breakfast apparently, So as I am writing this I am eating my rations and this meal. He seems to distrust me the most. The elf just seems confused how I even got there. Today we will make it to this town they speak of. Perhaps i will learn more about these people, who hold out some of the demons loot from me.

Day Fourteen
Day Fourteen

Zephyrus’ Journal: Day Fourteen

There really is no need to further encode these journals, I have told my… friends everything they might find deplorable about me, from my desire to absorb Lilith, to my crime lord background. if they haven’t left my side yet I feel that I made a good decision in befriending them. I trust them with my life, as I’m sure they do me. and if anything happens and someone… overpowers me, then they know what to do.

On other happy news, Hrunk, the Mind altering Goblin I absorbed, turned out to be one of the generals Scilla was so worried about. with his mind out of the way and his body destroyed… yes its destroyed Hrunk… I’ve given him the opportunity to assist us in exchange for a body of my own making. he has a day to decide… yes Hrunk I’m sure I said one day… but either way if he does not decide, I will lose his soul back into the material world, and as he cannot die any longer, I surmise that he will be forever trapped in the realm, never able to pass onto his rightful place in eternity.

Lai and rasgo believe I am toying with forces beyond my, or anybodies control, I feel differently though. I truly believe that being specific in the kind of people I absorb will lead to a very Lucrative experience for us. I have given Hrunk my thought on the matter, my hundreds of years of knowledge, and possibly a new body for him if he agrees to help us.

I firmly believe that I am the first person to practice this type of magic on this plane… if I really am, it falls to me to name it yes? if it seems safe to do, maybe I will teach others how to do this before I leave this mortal coil.

Hrunk, how do you feel about the name Soul Shifter? If I continue to practice, maybe I can even project my own consciousness out of my body, Shift my own soul. It seems a waste of abilities not to try.

Rasgo's Inner Meditation Journal (Adventure 9)
rasgo journal

We went back to the nursery area and I gave jerky to everyone, watching green hands diving under the curtain to pick up the jerky. Scilla came with us back to town to sort of negotiate a peace treaty. We also brought paralyzed Amben in a cart, and Alex, the 11th child, the only one that died in the goblin den. I told his sister that we’d bring him back in one piece.

I went back to the room where we last saw the demons and looked behind the curtain, there was a HUGE pile of treasure. It was 4×4×2 of treasure! I went back to the group and brought back a few others to help get it out, since it didn’t belong to the goblins. We found a magic haversack and piled some of the pile inside. The rest of the pile went into my wheelbarrow that I created. There were a few special items and art included that we held separately.

On the way back to town, we rested for the night and mischief began. During my watch, I saw Rose in Baulder’s sleeping bag, and Baulder plop right on top of her. After a few minutes, I checked to see if they were both out and they were, so I planted a small seed in Rose’s mind on what the near future should include. They woke up with a situation. Baulder was embarrassed, and later, proud of what happened. He had to change his clothes, and Rose had to cover her clothing without anyone seeing.

Zephyrus told us about his alarming history. He was a good guy for a long time, and lived a fairly normal life, he thought. He didn’t know that his family was involved in organized crime. They killed his wife because she was an elf. Now he wants to resurrect her inside his mind potentially at the cost of his own soul. He appears to be blinded from the potential negative side effects. He is using evil spells to practice trapping souls in his mind. Lai is also equally alarmed by this. We will keep an eye on him.

Also, Zephyrus killed a passing deer during his watch, and I cooked it during mine. I created barbeque sauce and gravy to go with the deer at breakfast time. Everyone ate well, even Amben, who I fed carefully through her paralysis.

When we made it back to town, the group split up and handled our business in town before meeting at the bar. Upon conclusion of business, we found out that all of the children made it back safely, and that Amben and Alex were returned to full health.

When Lai and Baulder were sufficiently drunk, they went upstairs together with Rose with plans of a night of passion. With the noise they made, it sounds like that’s what happened. In the morning, the second thing I did was to create alchemist’s mercy to get rid of anyone’s hangover that needed it.

One of my most vivid visions occurred this morning. I used several of my eyes to shoot rays at a few enemies, while training my main eye on my war troll friend grappling an enemy sorcerer. I was a beholder. My psicrystal was also a beholder, copying my every move. I was worried about his safety, and he reminded me that he was tougher than I thought.

OOC, today, Courtenay told Rasgo’s secret and gave a distorted version, so I will make this part of my journal public. See below:
*I have proudly completed a prank and started a love connection. When Baulder and Rose were spooning by the campfire in Baulder’s sleeping bag, I created a sticky substance all over the front of Baulder’s pants, which got all over Rose’s backside in the process. When they awoke, they were both too embarrassed to exit the sleeping bag and admit what happened. Baulder kept repeating how it’s not what it looks like, but wouldn’t tell what happened. It took my full concentration to stifle laughter from the success of my prank.

*Someone created a fog cloud as Rose exited, so nobody got to see her mess before she dawned her armor. Baulder changed clothes inside the sleeping bag, so nobody would see. But, the best part was the fact that Baulder began to believe that something occurred the night before and began to have feelings for Rose, and she liked it! I made a love connection out of a prank and nobody knew that I was involved!

Rasgo's Inner Meditation Journal (Adventure 8)
rasgo journal

On, what I think to be, our final set of battles in the cave, we were very low on resources entering the situation. Luckily, to help, I was able to create some alchemist’s fire which is very difficult to create that quickly. I am very proud of my growing alchemical abilities.

We killed a small group of goblins and bugbears and tried to question one last goblin. Right as I was stopping him from committing suicide, Baulder’s blood lust got the best of him, and he killed him. I was disappointed with his tact, although, I can’t be mad at him since the goblin had it coming. Right before the demons left, Amben simply fell on the ground, we need to get to her right away. Amben fought better this time than the last several battles. I wonder if the new musical pieces have invigorated her spirits.

Rose has proven to be very helpful, singing inspirational and seductive songs and disarming traps. She fights well too. I’d be glad to have her in battle. Her warm hug after I handed her the alchemist’s fire was surprising, but welcomed.

Lai was clearly low on spells, but he fought hard and almost died again. Luckily, he was revived by Zephyrus before he bled out. Now Zephyrus, the everlasting healer, never gave up. Although he complained a lot about his poor vision, he was able to steadily keep us all from dying, even through some hard times.

There was a guy, wearing a strange mask, fighting the demons at the same time we were fighting them. I couldn’t see how he arrived in the battle, because he was fighting behind a stalactite. He moved very fast and fought well. I heard him mumbling about being upset that one of the demons left without giving him information.

Day Twelve Pt.2
Day Twelve Pt.2

Zephyrus’ Journal: Day Twelve

I am beginning to realize that alcohol is more than just about brute force, sometimes it involves subtleties, από την χροιά και δριμύτητα σε ένα καλό κρασί, τα πήλινα μελαγχολική γεύσεις της πέτρας μεγάλο υδρόμελι So it has dawned upon me a way to keep all but those who violently oppose us alive this day. Κατά το check τις κουρτίνες σε ό, τι φαίνεται να είναι ένα φυτώριο I came upon a female, vehemently guarding her fallen mate, τα φτερά τα θαμμένα βέλος ίντσες βαθιά στο αρσενικό ήταν γνώριμα. this goblin had fled from an earlier fight and somehow managed to survive.

Βλέποντας σπασμένο σώμα του, αιμορραγία και πεθαίνουν στο πάτωμα ήταν πολύ. I approached the female and προσέφερε τη βοήθειά μου, έμοιαζε φοβισμένος στο πρώτο but let me tend to her mate. κάποτε ήταν σταθερό και πάλι, άρχισα να μιλάω για Scilla, Το γυναικείο σώμα φύλαξης του. she let me in on some information about her predicament. συμπεριλαμβανομένων γιατί είχαν επιτεθεί ανθρώπους, they were being led by bloodthirsty “gen’ruls”. Πείστε την να lead us to the generals was a small θαύμα από μόνη της, but she reluctantly agreed, και μας ενημερώνει για μια σειρά από μικρές παγίδες ρυπαίνεται για την περιοχή beyond our last door.

I’m hoping we can finish this without any more needless bloodshed, έτσι rose πρόκειται να προσπαθήσουμε και να υποτιμούμε τα ξωτικά που τρέχει σε in the lobby…


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