I May Have Erred

Thing happen fast, sometimes. Even when one can stop time! Battling Ezrin– a foe my companions used to trust– I used the time amulet received when we entered this new world, to pause the flow of time, heal my grievous wounds from fighting the undead minions the wizard deployed, then ran to a fighting position, where I joined Rask in battling the wizard at sword point. Rask dealt him a flurry of mighty blows, maiming him grievously. He teleported away, leaving his severed arm in the dirt, and we ran him down to deliver the coup de grace.

Even as his last breath left him, Ezrin’s body split and a demon came out of the accursed armor he wore! I was preparing to Dismiss the demon, when a rider appeared! She dispatched the demon with her powerful magic sword, before I could cast my spell.

My fellows knew this warrior woman, and they spoke. She told them she had now dispatched the last of the Abyssal Lords (meaning, the demon she had destroyed in front of us), and that she was now resuming her quest to “kill the gods.”

My fellows tell me that she is in earnest. She was gifted a uniquely powerful magic item, the sword chaotic, to accomplish this quest. My fellows tell us (for Rask, also, did not know this warrior) that they convinced her to kill the Abyssal Lords first, before starting her quest to kill the gods. With that quest complete, however, by her words she vowed to kill Hood, the God of Death.

Could I have stopped her from riding off? Could I have dismissed the demon more quickly, and in so doing, prolonged her quest?

I have a holy charge, to free the land from the corruption of the Dark Hand, and I cannot turn aside from that quest. But in all the world, only we few people know, that a fell warrior woman now seeks to kill the god of death, and if she succeeds, the world will be forever changed. How? We don’t now know. But to me it seems clear, this would be a Bad Thing.

If I did not have the power to roll back time, my dismay over this turn of events would feel less onerous to me. But I alone could turn back time, giving up years of my life to do so, in order to repeat the moment when she dealt the mortal blow that killed the demon. Not only did I err, by letting her kill the final Abyssal Lord, but– though it took minutes for the tale to be recounted to me– I also failed to turn back time and try once again to prevent these events from unfolding.

Raiden help me, I am weak– I could not give up those years of my life to roll back the relentless tide of time’s passage, for a possible intervention in those sudden actions. The certainty losing years of future life, in exchange for only a possibility that, knowing what I know now, I could have stopped them from unfolding, was not a worthy exchange.

Add one more quest to the growing list of wrongs to right. If we eliminate the Dark Hand, without dying, and if we fulfill our promise to retrieve and turn over Dauntless, then I have a deep conviction that thwarting Earica’s quest, must be in my future.

God Musings

Since the thoughts about Ilceros and Eellos, Alexis has clearly been thinking about this same topic. He speaks to Ethelred as they continue north.

Patting his belt pouch “This Tear can make a god. Or complete the ritual to make one. Ilceros and the Dragon had it the whole time.” He glances down at his hands and the rings on them. “And in this timeline Ilceros won. Beat back a power so strong his shadow is still warping reality around us.” He looks back up at the road ahead. “Did Anashar not elevate him for that? Or did he, and humanity of this timeline just forgot, because it scattered after the Great Betrayal and took its memory with it?”

A comfortable silence.

“You Aegierians keep saying Raiden was ascended. Lifted up by Anashar.” He glances sideways at Ethelred. “Was what he did so much greater than what Ilceros did? Than what the Dragon did?” The last question lands with more weight than the others.

“Or did Ilceros get elevated, and then forgotten, and then Raiden came along and channeled whatever was left of that into something new? Is Raiden Ilceros reborn? Same warren? Different warren?”

He shakes his head slowly.

“The second league had artifacts and workings this age has never come close to matching. The hourglass. The Tears. How many of those were made specifically for achieving godhood? How many names do we not know because they succeeded and then faded with the empire? How many ended up like Shasharak, or were simply obliterated when they failed?”

He turns the Spider Ring once, almost without noticing.

“In this timeline I find it hard to imagine Anashar not uplifting Ilceros. The Dragon too, maybe. And if that happened here and not in our timeline.” He looks up briefly at the daytime sky. “Maybe that’s why the stars are different.”

He keeps walking, and his thoughts shift to a slightly different topic.

“What does it mean for a god to be tied to a place? As a Sutheroni, that concept sits uneasily with me. A god spans the world, or at least all humanity. The power is constant, from time immemorial. Anashar. Avv. Hood.” A shrug. “Although some in the Collegium have their doubts about Hood.”

He glances briefly at Gustav and Rask, then back at the road.

“But Raiden is tied to the land. And I think this same land might have been Eellos. And Ilceros was connected to Eellos. And was clearly a great power. Possibly much greater than Raiden.” He pauses. “How many other gods have come and gone? Come and failed?”

He doesn’t say anything else for a while.

A River Of Lost Souls Ahead

Zrithrak has been driven from Rask. Alexis has exclaimed that Hood had come to claim the spirit while holding a fly in his hands. Since those moments the group has gathered their things and barely started toward Ghanil again. Packs shifted, gear checked, the wagon creaking along. Alexis addresses the group.

“I keep circling back to that soothsayer—Ness Brightleaf.” He waves absently, not toward anywhere in particular, just back into memory.

“Something like: ‘Ahead of me, a river of lost souls. Some spirits refuse to sleep. The voices of the dead yearn for rest. Their whispers bring dark tidings.’” He shrugs, not claiming perfect recall. “Or close enough.”

The copper coin keeps running over his knuckles as his gaze sweeps the line of travelers, pausing a fraction longer on Ca’armine. “Zrithrak fits—soul that wouldn’t sleep. But did he ever want rest? Or was he holding on?”

He gives the priest space, then presses on.

“I still think of that dwarven spirit in Dura-Intun. The one who spoke of Kobos. He was restless. Wanted Hood’s gate, wanted peace. And that city of the dead? That’s different. They’re bound by the Endless Hunger. Won’t let them rest. Zrithrak wasn’t bound like that.”

The coin flashes once, drops into his palm. “So what kept him?”

Strange Findings Below: Anti-Hood Graffiti in an Ancient Script

Honored Undersecretariat, Custodian of Hood’s Wisdom,

While I regret deeply that my companions and I had to leave our fair city in haste, I wanted to send you a message both to let you know of our departure, and also to let you know of some unusual markings in the sewer. The message we found was “Death to the God of Death”, which was perhaps only a little out-of-the-usual, but the fact that it was both in an ancient script and also written relatively recently piqued my interest and thought your interest might be piqued as well. Below I have included the specific script as best as I could transcribe it and also a map to the location in the sewers. Unfortunately, the only path I know of get to that location is through a sewer-cover close to our shared “acquaintance”, The Spider. For this reason I have also included the location in the city of the sewer-cover close to the Spider as well as a map from the sewer entrance to the area in the sewer used by the Spider. You are welcome to visit the Spider, or avoid her, as you see fit, but I wanted to provide as much information as you might find useful.

With the blessings of the gods we shall meet soon, and hopefully in our fine city.

May our shared vigilance hold strong against the shadows cast by the Dark Hand. With the highest respect,
XX

Second Missive- From Hood’s Library

To Alexis,

Your message reached me in good order, and it is clear that you and your companions stand at the center of a web spun by dangerous and duplicitous forces. The Dark Hand’s schemes, their assassins, and their thirst for relics from ages long past have indeed become a menace to all who would serve the greater balance of life and death. 

The mention of Lorianne of House Lascaris is intriguing. If she is tethered to the Dark Hand by mere sentiment, by loyalty to Thraan, then we may have an opportunity to use this connection to unravel some of their plans. Love, after all, is a weakness that can be exploited, a lever by which great powers can be unseated. I will see to it that my agents quietly gather more information on her movements. As for Thraan Lascaris, he is a skilled and dangerous figure. He seems to have a knack for survival, suggesting that he still carries some amount of Hood’s grace. Perhaps he can be turned to our cause and we can put his fearsome reputation of the blade to better use.

Your suspicions regarding Vortigern are most warranted. His relationship with the Dark Hand is complex, and though he acts as their tool now, I suspect he is not a willing participant in all of their designs. Leverage is a powerful weapon, and the Dark Hand wields it with expertise. Should Vortigern become a liability for them, I would not be surprised if they ensured him a quick journey to the Gate. His destruction of Marcellus Veronis’s family was brutal, but it was the act of a man driven by fear of the shadows chasing him. You may be able to turn this fear to your advantage or use the Dark Hand’s fickle nature to dispose of him quickly.

The Spider and the Dark Hand continue to work through intermediaries, relying on puppets like Vortigern and others to shield themselves from direct confrontation. The relic you carry from the temple is clearly of great importance to them and you should deliver it to the Temple of Hood in all haste so that we may properly protect and study it. You are right to be wary but understand that we of Hood have no love for the Dark Hand, nor for the vermin they employ. If their assassins continue to strike at us in their lust for power, they will face our retribution—a retribution that comes silently and without warning.

As for the Hammer and Crown you mentioned—treasures of the old world, now held in the hands of the Collegium—these objects will no doubt attract the Dark Hand like moths to flame. The Dark Hand will stop at nothing to claim them. If these relics fall into the wrong hands, those who guard the Gate feel the consequences will be dire, not just for Sutheron, but for the balance between life and death itself. The Collegium is weak and can not properly secure them.  You should reclaim the items and bring them to me at once.

Regarding your encounter with the dwarves, Domdir and Draego, I know little of their kind, save that they are likely agents of something darker than mere greed. These creatures you describe possess powers unusual for their kin, and such power does not come without a price. Whether they are tied to the crypt of Drayak or they are a scouting force of evil non-humans trying to disrupt Sutheron, I would advise caution. Their ability to disappear and alter their form marks them as beings that may have connections to forces even more ancient than the Hand or the Collegium.

As for the scroll of Arcane Lock you seek for the crypt of Drayak, I have already seen to it that one has been applied to this strange location. The Order has no interest in leaving ancient doors unguarded, especially when such powerful entities have set their eyes upon them. It is disappointing you were not able to use your previous allies to do this yourself.  Guarding the Gate is demanding and you must do better if you are to serve the god of Death.

We of Hood watch carefully, Alexis. Know that your struggles have not gone unseen, and we begin to see value in your continued pledge of service and servitude. The enemies you face are not just your own now, and in time, when the darkness closes in, you may find that you are not alone.

May Hood guide your steps and steady your hand in the trials to come. You and the Crimson Calling have chosen well to serve the Gate. May you find comfort in the shadow of the ever-yawning portal until you are blessed by Hood to pass through.

Morel Richter
Undersecretariat of the Librarian of Hood

Owl Speculation

During one of the meals after the group has retreated from the “chaos river of rage and eternal hunger”. The group is discussing the significance of the white owl, while it is not around. This discussion is some time after Alexis has studied the owl with Avv’s sight.

“There is a strong possibility the owl is tied to Hood. And given the weird alliance between Hood and Ty-Lin, if your near-death dreams can be believed Telosh,” Alexis says with obvious good-natured humor in his voice “then perhaps this owl is also connected to Ty-Lin, although hard to imagine how.”

“The dreams I had seemed to have little to do with what scholars and priests call ‘Hood’ and ‘Ty-Lin’.”

Hood-rin?

Somewhere along the way, on the journey from Sutheron to the Copper Hills Fort, Lucius, complete with Sutheron accent, strikes up a conversation with Alexis:

“Say my fellow Sutheroni, I heard an interesting speculation in the Five Winds Inn and Tavern between a couple of priestly types, and it nearly started a fight with some Westy horse traders, apparently one of the horse traders is from a farming family…

“Anyhoo, the one acolyte says to the other, ‘Oo-rin is THE Harvest God, and Hood harvests souls, seems like may be two facets of the same gem, the scythe is associated with both as well, right?”

“Now, the Westlander overheard this and started yelling, ” ‘arvesting gray-en ain’t da say’m as peoples!” and whatnot… no Hoodites were to been seen to stand up for their Patron, but there certainly wasn’t much more discussion of the issue that night!”

“What is your learned opinion, Esteemed Alexis Laelius? Is Hood connected to Oo-rin? It seems odd to me, I always thought Hood was just the… children’s name for Erlik…”