Post by Delilah Daybreaker on Mar 11, 2024 16:58:10 GMT
The following report is written in a mix of common, symbols, elvish, infernal, goblin and draconic, and is kept secured in an Infernal Puzzle Box.
ASSIGNMENT REPORT #50
People of the Dawnlands:
Pipper – mage/tinkerer/inventor, lizardfolk, female
Amble “Everbright” Brockskin – mage, forest gnome, male
Ironbreaker Clan – dwarven clan, died out, possible ancestors to the Vorsthold dwarves
Queen Gra’Zutha Brekson – last queen of the Ironbraker Clan, deceased
The Notice:
None. Heard a rumour from merchant caravans coming/going from Kundar and decided to go for it. Still biding my time before dealing with the problem of Ankaa… and needing a break from that ridiculous puzzle she sent Oziah.
The Job:
It was certainly not my intention to lose my head. I do not have a death wish either, despite what certain people may think of me and my actions. Reflecting, I wonder if there could have been any other way for us to have survived our exploration. We were being quite thorough and meticulous, going into every room we could. The most we would get out of our excursion would be knowledge and for those who were with me (and including myself) that was enough.
The deterrent warning over the now destroyed entrance read: This is the hold of the Ironbreaker Clan. Approach as friend, and be welcome. Approach as foe, and be destroyed. We all have enough lived experience to not tempt the dead to take their anger out on us for any perceived (or justified) slight and by the number of bodies we found, we would not have been heard from again. That was why, as we were fighting the Queen’s Guard, I could not fathom what we had done. But if my “sacrifice” kept Pipper and Amble safe, and so long as they brought even just part of me back, I knew Oziah would find a way to return me to her.
But more than my unexpected demise, the second greatest surprise was meeting the Lord of the Dead himself.
I do not have the default adverseness my love has for the divine, but after one brief conversation with Kelemvor, I see why she told Torm to shove it where the sun does not shine. In the same breath I was debating the merits of saying such words to him, Moradin saved me the choice. Not entirely sure if I should be thanking him, really, because now I have a “sacred quest” to complete, else the heart he gave me will cease beating.
I need to see Wren before I do though. Their message about someone trying to poison their Soup Kitchen stinks of Ankaa’s touch. Since she cannot get to me directly, she now goes after my closest allies.
The report ends here.
ASSIGNMENT REPORT #50
People of the Dawnlands:
Pipper – mage/tinkerer/inventor, lizardfolk, female
Amble “Everbright” Brockskin – mage, forest gnome, male
Ironbreaker Clan – dwarven clan, died out, possible ancestors to the Vorsthold dwarves
Queen Gra’Zutha Brekson – last queen of the Ironbraker Clan, deceased
The Notice:
None. Heard a rumour from merchant caravans coming/going from Kundar and decided to go for it. Still biding my time before dealing with the problem of Ankaa… and needing a break from that ridiculous puzzle she sent Oziah.
The Job:
It was certainly not my intention to lose my head. I do not have a death wish either, despite what certain people may think of me and my actions. Reflecting, I wonder if there could have been any other way for us to have survived our exploration. We were being quite thorough and meticulous, going into every room we could. The most we would get out of our excursion would be knowledge and for those who were with me (and including myself) that was enough.
The deterrent warning over the now destroyed entrance read: This is the hold of the Ironbreaker Clan. Approach as friend, and be welcome. Approach as foe, and be destroyed. We all have enough lived experience to not tempt the dead to take their anger out on us for any perceived (or justified) slight and by the number of bodies we found, we would not have been heard from again. That was why, as we were fighting the Queen’s Guard, I could not fathom what we had done. But if my “sacrifice” kept Pipper and Amble safe, and so long as they brought even just part of me back, I knew Oziah would find a way to return me to her.
But more than my unexpected demise, the second greatest surprise was meeting the Lord of the Dead himself.
I do not have the default adverseness my love has for the divine, but after one brief conversation with Kelemvor, I see why she told Torm to shove it where the sun does not shine. In the same breath I was debating the merits of saying such words to him, Moradin saved me the choice. Not entirely sure if I should be thanking him, really, because now I have a “sacred quest” to complete, else the heart he gave me will cease beating.
I need to see Wren before I do though. Their message about someone trying to poison their Soup Kitchen stinks of Ankaa’s touch. Since she cannot get to me directly, she now goes after my closest allies.
The report ends here.