-After
the Bloodbath-
Beginning
my new life in The Tower and a Journey of Closure. Sort of.
Although
I insisted that my psychotic episode was only a temporary transition
from the horrific massacre of everyone I’d ever loved at the
Monastery to the fresh, wholesome life in my new home the kind Tower
Psychologist overlooking my case was quite firm in my keeping some
sort of diary. Not used to such log-keeping, I contended that it
would only inhibit me in my daily routine and at first outright
refused. It was then that I realized how clever mages can be with
memory manipulation.
And
so as I cradled myself on the floor, engulfed in the stench of
burning bodies and my dear sister’s head laughing maniacally at me,
I decided to withdraw my previous claim and assured her I would write
in it whenever possible. And that I would never be late to any of our
meetings. Ever. So here I find myself, with little booklet in tow and
pen ready to recollect yesterday’s adventures with the feisty
rogue, Raine and the wryly wizard Wing.
It
began around morning, where upon I was summoned to the Headmaster’s
office and met with Wing. We had encountered each other once before,
during the burning of the Monastery and overall genocide of my now
undead people, but I was a bit preoccupied at the time. We greeted
one another and turned to the dwarven elder that was the lead man of
all Tower operations. With condolences, he spoke of the individuals
who had escaped from the Monastery. I would have been relieved, but
being horrific abominations of nature and it being mine and Wing’s
mission to hunt them all down my optimism was low.
Hearing
that there was one more individual in our party, Wing led the way to
the rogue Raine’s room. I had thought I’d heard quite a bit of
rustling from within and when we knocked I was quite surprised to
find a rather bare young woman answering. Covered only in what
appeared to be a sheet she greeted us with exuberance, if not
slightly fatigued. Wing acted rather casual about the situation and I
decided to admire the Tower’s architectural ceiling. Quite lovely,
really. After Wing was done and the door was closed once more he and
I opted to get some breakfast. I made certain to continue admiring
the architecture as Raine’s bedfellow galloped down the stairs in
even less than what she had previously been wearing.
Taking
in my new environment Wing gave me a quick run-through of basic
places I needed to know while we waited on our third party member. It
wasn’t too long before she appeared, this time fully clothed and
happy to share our breakfast. I greeted both her and her little pet
warmly, quite delighted to have individuals around me who could take
my mind off of my recent…devastating…loss…
OH
MY DIETIES, THEY’RE ALL GONE!! THEY’RE ALL GONE AND THEY AREN’T
COMING BACK!! THOSE BLOOD-SUCKING FIENDS, CULTIC DEMON-WORSHIPERS!!
MAY ARGENTIS FOREVER EMBED THEIR VERY BODIES IN THE TORMENTS OF THE
HELLS!! MAY THEY BURN FOR WHAT THEY’VE DONE!!
BUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRNNNNN!!!!
Oh.
Oh my.
I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from. Anyways…
We
all had a lovely breakfast and headed out towards the
poverty-stricken outskirts of town. As we got closer to our
destination we found there was great devastation surrounding a few of
the streets. I took rather close note of this, thinking that perhaps
my old friends may have been a part o f the cause to all the
destruction. Wing seemed rather preoccupied with his thoughts, but I
passed his indifference off as battle preparation. On the other hand,
I couldn’t put my foot on why Raine’s eyes kept shifting back and
forth. More battle preparation, I figured.
We’d
finally reached the building the Headmaster had stated was in
question and as requested guards were stationed faithfully around the
half-hazard. The structure really was quite damaged and appeared to
me that with one miss-step could come toppling down. Of course, as
with all Tower business this was the least of our concern. We made
our presence known to the guards and took a quick look-around the
outer building. With no more to do we strolled right on in and began
our search.
Besides
the mangled mounds a flesh tied to the ceilings and littered about
the beds it had the charm of a noble cottage once nestled in the
quiet country. My companions were more interested in the trap door
hidden nearby. I quickly offered my assistance with opening the grate
and it was nearly accepted. But as Wing pointed out that doors often
did not close properly once a battle hammer was rammed right through
them we went with lock-picking.
After
Raine took care of our little lock problem the wizard summoned an
invisible minion to lead us in, complete with invisible arm for
torch. It was a rather narrow passage we were led down
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