“Oh, there are many strange things beyond the Wall. I have seen some for myself. I’ve witnessed the wonders it contains, and the horrors besides. Yet for every obvious danger and splendid treasure, there are things that have held their secrets close, places where some mysteries remain guarded despite my best efforts and those of other less worthy souls.
“One such place is the Pillar of Eyes. A fascinating structure, and undoubtedly straddling a ley line—you can see the gaps through the trees just there. But, you might ask, what does it do? Who raised it? And why? What do the eyes watch for? Do they even see? Trust me, traveler, these questions and others born from my fabulous intellect have troubled me greatly these long weeks. I defy you to answer even one of them!”
—Jinko Storwell, renowned sage
Are regrouping with the gang. We went out to explore and we found some bugbears and some wolves. We made quick work of them. I wonder if I could bring these guys back from the dead?
During the encounter we also found a possessed skull, which we destroyed. (not by choice). I took some pieces of it, maybe I can learn how this works.
I also took a few books on Necromancy and Possession. Will read later.
Near the end of the day, people were saying that they saw an uglier version or me or perhaps me around town. I asked more on this topic with Hakka and he told me that they saw someone matching my description with a less appealing look around town. I asked Seryus about this issue and he told me he say someone matching my description around a bar or whore house. I took a bath and I asked the minions in our base and they told me that I do not look any uglier or appear different.
We found a note in the cave, ‘the gift from Shur-Tuuz is great, we will have to do business with him again’. The business turned out to be a rust monster which was traded between the two.
We found more notes on the pillar of eyes. It turns out a bugbear devourer who worships the god Vecna was trying to unleash the petrified creature.
I will have to speak further with Paik about if she is pretending to be me around town and killing my reputation.
A Seryus Journal Entry
Seems like a long time since Zestren, Hakka, and I set out from Restwell Keep to locate his wife. We met a wizard along the way, she seems nice enough but reminds me of someone. No matter, it’ll come to me eventually.
She claims she has friends in this valley, and they’ll help us on our quest. Nice to know there are good people in this accursed place.
A Seryus Journal Entry part 2
I about died of shock today. Cassandre’s friends joined us in the cave today, and one of them is a changeling. Since being sent away from the order, I never even saw a changeling. Then out of the blue one walks in. I suppressed the urge to question her right there, since we were on a mission and needed the help, but I think I looked a fool for a while.
We encountered rust monsters emblazoned with the sigil of the golden circle in that cave. Paik stabbed the corpse until the emblem was unrecognizable. All but guaranteeing she’s the one I was sent to find. I’ll have to talk with her later.
How long have I been wandering, fruitlessly? How is it that as soon as I reach this place, my quarry just falls in my lap? Something isn’t right about this situation. I’m supposed to bring her to justice, but what justice is that? Death at the hands of the golden circle? Their brand of justice is the whole reason I’m out here in the first place. My duty is to my order, but their duty is no longer to Bahamut. What’s the right thing to do here?
I’ll have to think about this.
More about Zestren, to take my mind off this situation. Our mission turned out to be for naught, Zestren’s wife had been dead for a while when we reached the cave. Bad business with a crazy evil priest and a necromantic bugbear? Or were they the same? It didn’t matter, really, one dead evildoer is as good as another. That’ll be great consolation for Zestren as he returns to his empty house and has to face the next 1000 years alone. Or how long do Eladrin live? Long enough to go crazy from grief, probably. I hope he doesn’t do anything stupid, I like the guy.
The rest of Cassandre’s team seemed nice enough. I’ve never seen a dwarf that followed a path of druidism before. He seemed hesitant to hit anything though. If I stay for long with these people I might offer some lessons in combat. I don’t want to impose though, perhaps he was just having an off day.