Do you want to save the plane? - 29/8 - Nowhere's account
Sept 15, 2017 16:22:17 GMT
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Post by Nowhere on Sept 15, 2017 16:22:17 GMT
A long scroll has appeared on the notice board in the Ettin, fastened to the board by a rusted dagger. It reads as follows:
Many of you will not have seen me for many weeks, and after what has occurred recently I decided it best to keep myself away from the Ettin. As those of you who travelled with me on this fateful trip suspect I have poor taste in companions, I am wise enough to know when I should avoid the mortal companions I have made here for the time being.
However, as everyone seems to have been silent on what happened on that fateful day in the temple, I feel I have to explain my side of this tale. With it, I hope you will understand my actions, even if you do not agree with them.
The story starts several moons ago on another quest which we have come to know as Free Money when talking about it in the Inn. In a cave I came across a true name. In the weeks after, I spent time researching and learning how to summon the being who owned this name. Finally, through mastery, the incubus you came to know as Pascal arrived. In the days ahead I spent time and spoke with Pascal on many things, and during one of these long nights of conversation, he told me of his role as the keeper of the Rights of the Eye and Hand of Vecna. He told me that a group of adventurers had the Eye and how he had been tortured to give the location of the Hand. He told me that if these two items were to fall into the same hands, then the fate of the plane would be at risk.
So we made a plan. The plan would be to perform a ritual to bring the hand from its current hiding place to our location, when Pascal could then hide it away from this group. However the ritual was dangerous.... not in a sense of physical danger, but of metaphysical danger.
Some of you know what happened from this point on, but for those who have heard whispers and conjecture, I will explain.
The ritual required three things. The bones of an innocent child, the blood of an evil creature, and the sacrifice of someone truly good. Through persuasion and coercion Nix obtained the bones, a kobold supplied the blood and a cleric of Waukeen offered herself as sacrifice. Through Pascal's words, this cleric believed in her sacrifice; believed it was truly for the best of the plane. Her belief was strong enough that her own subterfuge led to some of the priests of the temple having to sacrifice their own beliefs.
The summoning took place, but what was summoned was no magical hand, but the hand of someone innocent. This was not a plan to save a plane, but a plan to save Pascal from boredom. It had all been a game. For, you see, Pascal was not the owner of that true name, its owner died many years before. Pascal heeded the call for he had nothing better to do.
Pascal paid the price for his games, and was extinguished from this plane, but not before charming me; trying to make me cause further pain and suffering to my companions. It was only Nix's quick thinking and spells that bound me and made me ineffectual. I may have pretended at the time that I suspected something was wrong in that ritual, but the truth is that I didn't know. I am not as clever as I think I am.
Several have questioned why I tried to escape after that battle... why I wanted to, literally, disappear in a cloud of smoke. It is simple. I am still an outsider in this town, a tiefling warlock that many of you do not trust, and I suspected a lynching before a fair hearing.
But here is the irony. I try to make my way in this plane by trusting others. By wanting others to know that if they need my help, they have it. My downfall is to be too trusting. By trusting in what Pascal requested.... to trust that the plane needed saving.... that was my fault. Can I argue that I was naive.... maybe..... but remember a cleric of Waukeen sacrificed her own life on the words of Pascal, knowing Pascal was a demon. Remember Pascal told some of you the tale directly, and you trusted him enough to join this quest. So was I really that naive.
But it seems that I am the one who has lost people's trust. I am the target of the venom.
Clearly I was wrong, and clearly I need to earn your trust back...... but when you think on this story please remember I was only the messenger..... I was not the message.
Nowhere
Many of you will not have seen me for many weeks, and after what has occurred recently I decided it best to keep myself away from the Ettin. As those of you who travelled with me on this fateful trip suspect I have poor taste in companions, I am wise enough to know when I should avoid the mortal companions I have made here for the time being.
However, as everyone seems to have been silent on what happened on that fateful day in the temple, I feel I have to explain my side of this tale. With it, I hope you will understand my actions, even if you do not agree with them.
The story starts several moons ago on another quest which we have come to know as Free Money when talking about it in the Inn. In a cave I came across a true name. In the weeks after, I spent time researching and learning how to summon the being who owned this name. Finally, through mastery, the incubus you came to know as Pascal arrived. In the days ahead I spent time and spoke with Pascal on many things, and during one of these long nights of conversation, he told me of his role as the keeper of the Rights of the Eye and Hand of Vecna. He told me that a group of adventurers had the Eye and how he had been tortured to give the location of the Hand. He told me that if these two items were to fall into the same hands, then the fate of the plane would be at risk.
So we made a plan. The plan would be to perform a ritual to bring the hand from its current hiding place to our location, when Pascal could then hide it away from this group. However the ritual was dangerous.... not in a sense of physical danger, but of metaphysical danger.
Some of you know what happened from this point on, but for those who have heard whispers and conjecture, I will explain.
The ritual required three things. The bones of an innocent child, the blood of an evil creature, and the sacrifice of someone truly good. Through persuasion and coercion Nix obtained the bones, a kobold supplied the blood and a cleric of Waukeen offered herself as sacrifice. Through Pascal's words, this cleric believed in her sacrifice; believed it was truly for the best of the plane. Her belief was strong enough that her own subterfuge led to some of the priests of the temple having to sacrifice their own beliefs.
The summoning took place, but what was summoned was no magical hand, but the hand of someone innocent. This was not a plan to save a plane, but a plan to save Pascal from boredom. It had all been a game. For, you see, Pascal was not the owner of that true name, its owner died many years before. Pascal heeded the call for he had nothing better to do.
Pascal paid the price for his games, and was extinguished from this plane, but not before charming me; trying to make me cause further pain and suffering to my companions. It was only Nix's quick thinking and spells that bound me and made me ineffectual. I may have pretended at the time that I suspected something was wrong in that ritual, but the truth is that I didn't know. I am not as clever as I think I am.
Several have questioned why I tried to escape after that battle... why I wanted to, literally, disappear in a cloud of smoke. It is simple. I am still an outsider in this town, a tiefling warlock that many of you do not trust, and I suspected a lynching before a fair hearing.
But here is the irony. I try to make my way in this plane by trusting others. By wanting others to know that if they need my help, they have it. My downfall is to be too trusting. By trusting in what Pascal requested.... to trust that the plane needed saving.... that was my fault. Can I argue that I was naive.... maybe..... but remember a cleric of Waukeen sacrificed her own life on the words of Pascal, knowing Pascal was a demon. Remember Pascal told some of you the tale directly, and you trusted him enough to join this quest. So was I really that naive.
But it seems that I am the one who has lost people's trust. I am the target of the venom.
Clearly I was wrong, and clearly I need to earn your trust back...... but when you think on this story please remember I was only the messenger..... I was not the message.
Nowhere
