Welp today we are headed back to the nut dealer to inquire about the toymaker. With the (kinda) helpful actions of the party and a few gold, we have a good place to start along the river. Kiren and Charles presumably both went out to do some investigation and I just had time to ruminate […]
Today’s the major day of actually looking into things. We visited the veiled market to see if we could gather some information, converging on a nut seller who had a silde hustle of selling firearms. After Kiren buttered up the guy with a few coins, we had a tustle, got a few names, and left. […]
We had a bit of a stop on request of the doctor, some noble family with a child who has been asleep for days. Turns out The bear was most likely causing the problems, and that it came from a bit of a notorious scum of the earth gambling den. We plan on taking the […]
We arived in the city after that little escapade to meet with some doctor that my employer, the strange multispeak professor, works under. The Library was far larger than any building I had been in before all on its own, and the silence inside was tangible. Despite my slight unease, the meeting went well and […]
The bloodmoon was rather more eventful than I had hoped considering the company I have found myself in. Nothing besides some scrapes and a few people losing their shadow causes us any real issues. Some ghost stories filled the night and made me a bit curious to ivestigate this town more thoroughly in the future, […]
The crypt was filthy and there were more than a few spirits lingering around. Decided it was a good idea to just clean things out as I went in, however I eventually found the 3 I was looking for. It was rather interesting watching them just beat a slime to death in the darkness. Kinda […]
Got a new request today, been a long time since I got one of those. letter came in from some professor with an unpronouncable name, requesting my services in a crypt. real sketchy type stuff but its probably fine to check it out incase of some trapped ones. Those boxes are always the same, just […]
The ethereal twilight shimmers as HIM manifests beside Johann’s fallen form. But something is wrong. The shadows don’t dissipate—they cling stubbornly but then start to slowly peel away like diseased skin revealing something that hurts to perceive. Weathered hands twitch with phantom purpose, kind eyes filmed over with something that resembles frost but moves, writhes […]
Epilogue: The Watcher in Grey In the Vault of Paradoxes, where contradictory things exist in eternal suspension, a fragment of HIM stands watch Before the fragment, the Gilded Quill rests upon a pedestal of solidified time—time crystallized into something that can be touched, that can bear weight, that can hold what should not be held. […]
VI. The Terms of Holding The Arbiter rose, massive—not in physical size, but in inevitability. It walked toward the artifacts. “The Gilded Quill,” it said, its voice resonating with authority that made the very air tremble, “can rewrite fate. It represents the antithesis of Pharasma’s domain, for the Lady of Graves holds that what is […]