Just when I was becoming bored, Boss told us he had lined up a job: Kidnap the Princess of Octavia. The last few had been quite dull, and a waste of my abilities; but not this one… Or so I thought.
My assignment was to preform the play “The Death of King Smithy”, I; along with Caoimhe, Buckham Elderwine and TIffany made up ‘Team 3’. The plan was simple enough: Preform the play so that the citizens, guards and all others are distracted while Team 2; namely Jezebel opens the gate for Team 1. Team 1 was to kidnap the Princess.
I played the part of King Wolfy, I must admit; it was odd hearing my own voice, Perhaps I should speak aloud more often. Kiva, Buckham and Tiffany all played their parts quite well, and I was able to influence the first few rows of the crowd to greater enjoy the performance.
To my annoyance: the Twins, Pipin and Samwise became careless and the Princess fell from the rafters during the third and final act. With some improvisation we salvaged the situation and made our escape. Unfortunately our escape was not, as they say ‘squeaky clean’ and the Airship crashed in the nearby forest. No doubt the Queen of Octavia will be sending pursuit.
I have not had the time, nor the will to do so before now, but I feel it is better now then later. When Boss recruited me for his ‘Troupe’ I thought I had found the perfect way to test myself and my abilities, thus far I have had only fleeting chances, but these have proven useful, I know I weave the emotions and to an extent; the thoughts of a large number of individuals quickly.
I should also take a moment to reflect on my cohorts: Jezebel has proven herself capable of doing her job. Buckham has also proven thus (Though I must be careful with fire related jokes, lest he throw another fire ball at me) and has also shown at least some skill with Arcana. Kiva has yet to have made any impression beyond being good at preforming, though I sense great primal energies within her. Tiffany has proven to be… interesting, for a Tiefling; she is unusually carefree and cheerful, however; I must not forget that the blood of Asmodeus flows through her veins, I should be careful not to anger her. The Twins have done little more then annoy me, yes; they to have proven able to complete their tasks, but nearly failing before even entering the castle is not something to be proud of. What’s more: Pipin treads a fine line, with annoying on one side, and… what do they call it? ‘Mind Rape’? On the other side.
With some luck we may just make it out of this alive, I only hope the Princess proves less annoying then the twins, she is not worth much dead, and I would rather not kill her.
I should scout the area. There are far deadlier things then Human guards in this forest.
It seems I was right about there being worse things in these forests then human guards.
Before we had time to recover from the crash, we began hearing sounds of combat. We found Jimothy; TIffany‘s pom-pom repairman, trapped under a beam, and the Princess (I really should learn her name) trying to free him. I really have to wonder if she’s really that brave, or if she’s just that stupid.
Unfortunately before we could help, some kind of weird plant/ant hybrids broke through the hull. I can only assume it’s Jezebels time of the month, as she killed one with only her lesser Drow Power ‘DarkFire’, I didn’t even think such a thing was possible. Either way; she still had some rage left in her, and with a little effort I was able to bring it to the surface, she promptly cut another Hybrid in half. I hate to be the man that angers her.
It seems the Hybrid were attempting to capture any living thing they could, they managed to take the Princess, with Jezebel and TIffany being the closer to the captors, I let them rescue the Princess while I defended Jimothy and the ship. I was able to strengthen Jimothy (by way of my Psychic abilities) enough that he was able to free himself.
One of them did eventually get a hold of Jimothy, but I was able to eliminate the threat.
Thankfully TIffany and Jezebel were able to save the princess. And Tiffany seems to have found herself a-a… ‘Groupie’? Is that the right word? One of the Hybrids seems to be enthralled by her, by way of her breasts… or Jezebels breasts…(there always comes a time when I stop wondering) or so I heard. The thing makes me uneasy.
There was no time to celebrate however, the Princess was infected with some kind of mind altering spores, even I was unable to reach her subconscious. Boss says we have less then 24 hours to find the cure, and the only cure requires the PlAnt Hybrid Queens venom. The Hybrid that has taken a liking to Tiffany took us to a swamp, with the mud being to thin for us to walk on and the bridge the PlAnt Hybrids used having been swept away, we were forced to cross using a tree we cut down.
Though it seems the water here is either not water, or it is home to a number of Water Elemental-esk creatures, Tiffany was almost killed, but I was able to aid her. Tiffanys’ PlAnt friend kept paddling and we were able to make it across.
We’re running out of time, we spent to long crossing the river and we don’t know how much farther the Hive is.
Well that was interesting, after we found the PlAnt Hive we split up, I lured the Drones away from the Queen so that Jezebel and TIffany could fight her without being swarmed by her minions. The Drones turned out quite weak willed; perhaps a side effect of a Hive-Mind? It’s hard to tell without more information.
Jezebel and TIffany were able to retrieve some of the Queen’s venom, and also felt the need to take an unhatched egg… I fail to understand the importance of bringing an unhatched egg with us, I doubt they will let me study the creature, so it is of no academic value.
We returned to the Airship. TIffany and Jimothy were able to distill an antidote for the Princess, we aren’t sure how long it will take for her to respond to it though. In the mean time, we needed a new position, the Airship wreckage will not make for a good camp. Someone found a water temple not to far from the crash site, we’re making camp inside while some of the others fortify it. I overheard TIffany talking about some Wizard named Nostradamus the Shut In, she believes the dead body that was found to be him.
I shall have to search this Temple, TIffany mentioned that Nostradamus may have had a powerful magical item in his Temple, and though she did not sense anything magical; I would not put it past a Wizard to hide such an object.
Well we were exploring the second tower of this temple, we came across a purple orb. However, before we could examine it, the orb began to glow purple before a bolt of lighting struck Jezebels necklace, the lighting arced from her and hit the twins, all three of them disappeared. Upon examining the orb, I found that was not actually dangerous, most likely it was meant as a means of teleportation, however, none of us could think of a way to reactivate it. Before we could really do anything else, a fox approached Caoimhe and whispered ‘I have rabies’ before attacking her… it was promptly destroyed. It seems this was to get us outside of the temple, using the animal messager in this way was clever. Caoimhe was now infected with a the disease.
Luckily she knew where we could find some herbs to treat it. The herbs were in fact, less then a minutes away, as was her intended assassin, and his cohorts. After a failed attempt to sneak our way to the herbs, we were forced to eliminate all of them. It seems the would-be assassin was a Shifter of some kind from Caoimhes’ past. After making a potion to treat the disease, we decided to make camp in the room with orb, TIffany returned as well (She and Jimothy had been working on something)
Something odd happened when we began fighting; a voice, like a whisper on the edge of hearing, in the back of my mind. It stayed with me throughout the fight, and has yet to leave me.
After some much needed rest we heard, saw, smelled, tasted, and felt purple. The orb as doing things again. This time however, it returned Pipin, Jezebel and Samwise… and three others, a Gnome, and one other I didn’t get a good look at, and a young Black Dragon. The top of the tower was destroyed and we found our selves in the river. Pipin it seems follows a god named Jeff, who; it seems may actually be useful, as a quite powerful prayer all but sealed the dragons’ fate.
After the Dragon was slain the voice grew louder, I must think on this. For now, I must isolate my mind until I have discovered the Voices’ nature, I’ll have to close off the telepathy for a time while I do so.
After we defeated the dragon, Jezebel left to search for answers regarding her people and past. The others that came through the portal left as well, though I have a feeling we’ll be seeing more of that Gnome in the near future.
After some sleep, we found that we had been surrounded by Eur-dan, an Elf general from Octavia. He wanted to meet with the Boss in order to negotiate for the return of Princess Laura. The Boss, TIffany and Princess Laura met with Eur-dan between the two camps. Boss decided to hand the Princess over… for the sum of 500 gold (far lower then the amount that had been asked for).
But it turned out to be a set-up, a knife came from nowhere and nearly killed a hidden sniper just past the tree line. By the time combat had ended, Eur-dan and one of his lieutenants was dead, as was the sniper, the remaining lieutenant ran for help. When I approached the tree line, I sent a closed message into the area hoping to communicate with whomever our savior was, she turned out to be another Tiefling by the name of Ea, she’s seems more normal then Tiffany though, in fact; Tiffany has been acting like an average Tiefling since Ea appeared.
All of this left us in a tight spot, we had the (even if it was less then had been asked for) gold as well as the Princess, the Boss wanted to leave her, as did some of the others, and with only TIffany really wanting to keep her around, the Princess proved her value: she walked on water, clearly she possesses some skill with Rituals, and with that demonstration it was decided that the Princess would stay.
The Voice has grown quieter, this is good, perhaps with mo~ The remainder is impossible to discern
The group split today, Buckham Elderwine, TIffany and myself continued toward Myrithyra. Jezebel left to search for her home or some such. Pipin, Caoimhe wandered off to none know where.
We walked right into a trap set by some snakes. We were reunited with Pippin and Caoimhe, and they brought with them a Dwarf, who seemed to have been driving mad by the mists. He promptly left.
I grow weary of this, I hold the greatest power known to the Kalashtar that is known, and here I am a petty thief! This is below me, I should be proving my power, showing the world what I can do! What I am capable of! Yet here I am, on the run, feeling to the city that feared me…
Yet, I do feel a certain joy at the thought of returning to that place.
We did make it to Myrithyra without further incident. I hid my face when we arrived, I have no desire for the city to know of my return, I will visit the Head Priest and speak with Hyriae before I leave, but I will not have it known that I was ever here this day if I can help it.
I was almost disappointed that Hyriae was not there at the time, she was above the city collecting medicinal herbs. She only returned as I preparing to sleep, leaving no time to speak to each other. She seems well, and she has grown since last I was her, She’s matured into quite the Psion, when last I saw her she was just beginning to look into the edges of the mind. Now; she may vary well be better able then I.
She’s taken a liking to TIffany and even invited her to stay with us the night… this ended in TIffany getting to dye and braid my hair (which I will tolerate only because it brings Hyriae joy)
I find my thoughts drifting to Myrithyra, to the city itself, it will have been 2 years in a month since I walked along the Waterwalks of Aura, and it seems even longer since I looked up at the clear night sky from Umbra. Yet I feel uneasy, this city that I left nearly 2 years ago has not changed; it is always the same, like a river that flows into itself. This I hate, it is the nature of things to change, and yet this place does not, it is this aspect that makes the city a paradise for my kind. There is a zen to this city, one can hear it in the quiet flowing waters, see it in the reflections against the stone, yet the silence has only brought me sadness and now only makes the voice louder. Yet at the same time; the waters that flow slowly off of the city into the pit so far below were always my favorite part of this city, the noise has always brought me a certain peace and now drowns out the voice.
While I slept, the voice grew louder, it spoke to me of power, of the vast and terrifying power the first [Thoughtsinger] held, how I was being held back, that I should take my leave and set out on my own.
I believe I now know the origin of the voice, but I am not yet certain.
I was awoken by the sounds of battle, the Third layer was under attack, I instructed Hyriae to make for the first level while I gathered the others.
It seems that a number of Fire, Earth and Air Elementals were the aggressors, rarely do Elementals make war with each other, and even rarer do they band together like they have this night. They were attacking the Astral Observatory, a place I had not been in some time.
And so we battled.
It has been a year since I last kept a Journal. Little, and yet much, has happened since the battle in Myrithyra.
I once again left Myrithyra to travel on my own, alas, for the Voice only grew more powerful, and it is with pain and regret, that many were fell victim to it.
It was a small village that I had happened across, Rahal was a quiet village preparing for a wedding which was only the next day. They welcomed me, and so I made myself useful.
But in this peace I lowered my guard, and the Voice took hold. By the time I awoke, the village had been all but whipped out, only a few survivors remained.
With new evidence of the Voice’s nature, I returned to the one place, the only people I could count on to put a stop to it should it take hold again: Myrithyra.
In this past year, I’ve come to a conclusion regarding the voice, no doubt that it stems from my training… or rather; to the shortcut I took.
When I asked Hyriae to fashion the Psyche Block from me those many years ago, I used it to seal off three parts of my mind that I had been unable to gain full control over. These parts were Anger, Envy and Desire for Power; it is the later that the voice speaks of the most, but all three are prevalent in it’s Psyche, I have done what I can to seal it off without Hyriaes aid, and I do not wish to involve her in this any more then I already have.
Hyriae surely suspects that my Psyche is strained, but I have not told her any of this, nor have I told anyone else.
I have been looking into methods by which I can eliminate, or tame the Voice without our Psyches coming into contact, already I feel the lines between our Ids blur, the Anger I felt for the loss of my parents, at the people who treated me different because of my abilities keeps swelling up, and I strain to hold my lust power in check.
The Envy that the Voice feels seems to be lessened when I am near Hyriae, I can only assume as to the reason for this; if the Voice feels the Envy for the same reason I did, then it feels Envious of those who are normal, non have associated with me since my powers first developed, save for Hyriae; Hyriae has stood by me when no one else would out of fear of me.
Is it possible that the Voice shares my memory? I remember nothing of what it has done, but that is because it exists on a lower portion of my mind. If it knows what I know, then surely it recognizes the Hyriae is partly responsible for it’s existence.
In my studies (which Hyriae has been most helpful) I came across a number of texts concerning Terunen Thoughtsinger, the first of the Thoughtsingers, his level of control was said to be unparalleled, and the level of his power the same. I also found reference to his crown, which was said to augment his powers even further, it lays in his tomb, hidden from any map, perhaps with his Crown, I could control the Voice.
The Boss however had better ideas, he tracked me back to Myrithyra (How is it he always knows where I am?). Though Assassinations are not something I normally assist with, the payout has the potential to set me, and Hyriae for life, perhaps longer.
Buckham Elderwine And I have managed to con our way into a caravan to a Drow city for a festival, there, we are to kill a guard and rob the vault he is guarding, with luck, no one will realize that the guard was the target. For now, sleep is a must, I have a busy night a head.
This city… by the Nine Hells this city shall burn to the fucking ground! I do not care if it is made mostly of stone, I shall find a way to reduce it to ashes, along with all of it’s pompous, egotistical, narcissistic damnable rich! no pay is worth this treatment, here I am treated like dirt by foolish rich whores and bastards, who are easily conned into buying rags that are splashed with water so that when set ablaze, they do not burn!
My anger gets the better of me now, with time, the Voice has become more powerful, it has begun reaching into my Psyche, the control I held in the palm of my hand is slowly slipping through my fingers. With this loss of control I find myself struggling to remain sane.
The plan was to be simple, and still is; Buckham acts as a merchant selling valuable goods, I pose as his guard and assistant, we acquire an item called a Bag of Holding, which will aid us in our endeavor.
We were reunited with Jezebel, who had been captured as a slave. We also met her new friend Auhg, a Half-Orc who had been up for sale, until Jezebel released her.
A Rich bastard and his Whore wife bought a ‘Fire Rug’ for 1000g as well… and some rags we bought for some peasants… and for Buckham to mount them to their wall.
Some how, Buckham, Jezebel and Augh managed to steal a Bag of Holding, some Ivory weapons AND set the showing room of the couple ablaze, I must reevaluate Buckham and Jezebel, but that can wait, we begin in only a few hours.
My Anger once again has gotten the best of me.
We opened the letter the Boss gave to Buckham and myself before we left, in it was a map to the vault. We were to enter a cave, climb down a hole into another cave, enter a crypt through said cave, and from there exit near the vault, kill the guard and rob the place in only a matter of hours.
Alas, with my refound anger has come rashness. I lowered a rope down the hole and dropped a torch, then made my way down ahead of the others, only for my chain mail and sword to pull me down to the ground.
Pinned by my mail and badly injured by the fall, I was helpless against the Fire Bats that attacked.
I blacked out. While unconscious, the Voice came to me, he looks like me, save for his aura, a mix of blood and fire, rather then the night sky and water.
we conversed for a short time, his ideals are… unusual, he is focused on gaining power, but will not sacrifice us, he sees me as both an ally and an enemy. But concerning Hyriae; he was silent, he would not speak of her, why? Why is he silent concerning my sister? What are his thoughts on her? Where does she fit into his goals? Nothing else bring him to silence like Hyriaes’ name, does he hate her? Care for her? Is she of no concern to him?
I have come to a few conclusions concerning him though,
one; He is like a wild born dog; with no Super-Ego, his Ego and Id run rampant.
Two; His need to reproduce, is instead need for power, it is what drives him, just as the need to reproduce drives many mortals
Three; he is evolving, his power grows, and I doubt I can hold it in check for much longer. But it is not just his power, his thoughts are becoming more complex, as though I am watching a child mature to an adult in only a year, his thoughts slowly shift into something more abstract, towards something I cannot predict.
He told to wake up, stand up and show my power… I refused to, Death had opened her arms, and I could find no reason to refuse her embrace. But he, Grahf, as I have choosen to call him, chose to fight. When I came to, all of the bats were dead, and I had injured Jezebel.
After an apology, and healing the party we continued toward our objective… and is it just me; or does our party have one more now then it did before?
We advanced through the caverns avoiding traps, and even meeting a rather annoyed ghost who spoke with an odd accent.
After killing the guard and raiding the vault however, my companions felt it a good idea to linger and were discovered so we were forced to flee.
Throwing my last Sunrod and my Greatsword down a hallway to mislead our pursuers, and after coming closer to a spear trap then I would have liked we fled the way we came
As we fled through the caverns Buckham and I found ourselves separated from the rest of the group, while we bickered the floor gave out beneath us and we feel farther into the caves.
A faint light coming towards us kept us arguing again, however; between Grahf trying to take control, and the muddy floor I slipped and did not have the chance to recover before being seen by a group of Skeletons, Grahf took hold quickly and proved his abilities to be my equal nearly destroying one of our attackers instantly.
At some point Jezebel, Auhg and Giblet arrived, fortunately I was able to regain control before injuring one of them again. Seems we also managed to pick up a stalker, an Eladrin with a shifty look to her.
I might have cared about this, but I’m sick of this place, reminds me to much of the Sanctuary, dark and quiet, barley able to see a foot in front of me, it’s not serene… it’s maddening, whats more; I feel… troubled, like something tried to call out to me, but was muffled before it could scream. Surely this cave plays toys with my mind.
After we found our way out, Jezebel and myself went to check for gossip, perhaps word of the heist had already spread, knowing what everyone else knows would be a great boon, Jezebel however became far to drunk and started hitting on a broom… Drow, I’ll never understand them.
I did however hear one interesting tidbit, it seems the long lost, thought to be long dead heiress of one of the houses had been spotted, and the Houses’ mark just so happens to be the same thing hanging from Jezebels neck, having checking to ensure I was remembering correctly (which I was) I set about finding out how best to play the situation, Jezebel has done nothing to earn my stabbing her in the back, yet I feel the need to raise a little discord among the houses of the thrice damned city, but I think I’ll keep this to myself, no reason to share this information with anyone other Jezebel, and with her intoxicated drunk with Augh, I see no reason to inform her just yet.