Sindri Janisson

Entry #489

Today was very hectic and is only going to get worse. We awoke and discussed the events of the prior day, my sister and Jurgin telling Ragna and I about the person they had assisted. Whoever this Maximus person was, he was nowhere to be found. I’m fairly certain they just got drunk and made it all up.

A messenger approached us then and gave us tickets to an event in the arena, one where Dagoth’s champion would be fighting. We started to leave but found ourselves sidetracked by someone waiting outside to meet with us. I went off with them and the rest followed. It appeared mine and Ragna’s efforts yesterday to locate the mage group worked as we met with an emissary of the group. They seemed to like the idea of working with the legion and asked as proof of the bargain that the four of us acquire a crate from a ship later that day for them of black onyx rocks.

We agreed and the children of blood gave us a fellow to accompany us with all the information we would need, a bard.

We went to the arena then and I attempted to do some shopping. The shops had outrageous prices and I told them such then stormed out to go get ready to watch the match we had been invited to. What a match it was. This Wintercold fellow who is Dagoth’s champion appears to be a boy of 15, maybe younger. He proceeded to win this match that was to be to the death without killing a single person.

I applaud him. Why should we kill when we are so young? It does us no good.

We were walking back to the inn when the rest of the group told me they were going to go meet with some lord lars. I did not pay much attention to what was going on until for whatever reason this person wanted to kill us. Apparently the Dagoth fellow has been making waves and the lords part of the legion think he will try to take over the legion at some point and wanted our assistance. We talked our way out of the confrontation though someone did take a swing at me and completely missed. This lord lars fellow was apparently the opponent we had in the first match of our arena tournament.

While walking back to the inn once again, Ragna stopped the group to go back to the arena for some reason then got shot by someone. We all pursued and had a confrontation in an alleyway with some gang of people. I acquired quite a few bruises but we managed to beat off the group bit by bit. The only casualty was one of them and they were killed by their own side due to a fire spell.

We took one captive and were in the process of starting an interrogation when Sylvi noticed the guards were nearby so we left the captive in a barrel tied up and upside down. We went to a completely different inn, one by the docks called the Pheasant’s Bunghole, at the insistence of the bard to wait for nightfall.

This mission will be fun as so far as I can tell we have only Sylvi as a stealthy person and some very poor liars in the group.

Rumbles in the Deep

It was the twelfth day.

Even the templar accompanying them was tired.

He flinched as the tapping started up again, the spirits in the deep roads trying to lead them who knows where. If someone had told him about the number of dead down here, the number of blighted that he would have to face, he would have balked.

But none had and so he had gone on the expedition. Wealth beyond measure had been promised what with the blight just having been finished. The first three days had delivered, the convoy stumbling upon many unlooted caches. After that though, some had gone back to the surface. More continued so he went with them.

Problems arose then, that night, if it was that time for he could not tell. A demon of greed, the templar and mage had declared it to be, took possession of someone and wrecked havoc. Supplies were lost, riches destroyed, the convoy scattered in the madness.

He should have stayed on the surface. How he yearned for the feel of sunshine once more. He blinked, the party was slowing, a split in the tunnels up ahead and then there were screams. No one could tell from which way they came. They ended before a decision could be made. A coin was flipped and the path set by those brave enough to lead.

The tapping ended.

Someone ran, other followed, the templar charged, some followed, the mage’s staff shined in the darkness, he cowered as the demons washed over the group, easily felling those who had ran, howling all the while.

He felt something touch him and he shrieked, flailing at the encroaching darkness.

He just wanted to feel sunlight again.

And then there was a voice, a voice most glorious whispering in his ear and he felt it, the sun on his skin. He cried for he was free then he felt metal on his hand and he was wrenched up, the templar standing before him now, a convulsing demon at his feet.

He staggered for a few steps then found his footing as he ran once more behind the templar. The rest were fallen and he could hear tapping again. But it was no longer following them.

It was the fourteenth day.

The templar stumbled again, his complaints about some unending song being much the same as whatever song he was hearing. He could hear nothing except their footsteps. Nothing seemed to move in the darkness here, nothing at least that he could hear. He shivered, there were no more lava gatherings anymore. He wondered if out of all the things he had seen down here the cold would be the one to kill him.

There were worse ways to go he supposed and then the templar stopped. The sound of rocks moving echoed through the tunnel. A crumbling and a creaking, as if someone was opening a door.

He glanced at the templar, wondering what to do. The templar grunted then advanced, sword ready for whatever laid ahead. A rock crashed against his shield soon and he staggered back, and then more rocks lashed out, as if the earth itself hated them. The templar collapsed, a torrent of rocks flying at him and then he ran once more, abandoning the templar to his fate.

It was the seventeenth day.

He could not remember when he had last eaten. He was crawling now, no destination in sight, just crawling.

The tapping started again and he started crying though he was not certain whether it was from terror or relief that it would be over soon. It grew closer and then he could hear the spirits again.

He wished he could have felt sunlight again.

Sindri Janisson

Entry # 487

I find myself traveling with my half sister for the first time, in the city of Jom. The Legion rules here, something which is making me a bit uneasy but the place is clearly civilized. We fought in the fighting pits for a few days in a tournament and actually won this team competition with the aid of a paladin, a fighter, and a rogue. The fighter is rather quiet, the rogue probably needs to lead around with a leash, and the paladin is rather amusing.

The fighter killed several people in the fights we participated in, something which made me a bit nervous but fortunately nobody tried the same on us. We even beat a legion squad to win the tournament!

We won the tournament in the name of someone called Blood Captain Dagoth. Hopefully this deal works out. I have a nagging feeling we will be dragged into legion politics.

I fear I have also corrupted my half sister with proper baths. She is very much taken by them. I wonder if she will build one in the village at some point or if she will even go back.

Entry # 488

We met with this Blood Captain Dagoth and my suspicions were correct. We are indeed being drawn into Legion politics though it seems for some decent reasons. The paladin with us, Ragna, has lost a brother to an apparent conflict between nobles and commoners in the organization. Dagoth and his wife, Mary, gave us the name of the person who sponsored the team we fought against in the last match of the tournament as a good place to start but I am hesitant to agree it was him. That would be very convenient for Dagoth to have a rival go missing. Further investigation will be needed.

Anyways, Dagoth asked us with assistance in a small matter of securing spellcasters for the legion. Apparently he was quite taken with my performance and how it pointed out the flaw that the legion has with a lack of spellcasters to fill ranks. It seems a worthwhile goal, provided Dagoth continues to like us which is rather unlikely to continue forever.

Should probably draw up plans to kill him as well for when that happens.

We acquired a bag of holding for storage for the group as well.

Sylvi thinks Dagoth might be a good option for getting items back to the village. I think it is a reasonable choice though I do wonder what might happen to the village should we displease Dagosh. I doubt it would be very pleasant.

A woman also approached us for assistance with freeing a fighter from Dagoth’s service. At least I think that is what she asked for. Assistance in finding this person maybe? To be honest I don’t really care and have little interest in going against Dagoth.

All is well for now though.