*Static in the air* - Journal of Sycilia, the Seeker

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*Static in the air* - Journal of Sycilia, the Seeker

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[This is an actual item that Sycilia carries with herself. Should you be given it, find it on her dead body or steal it, feel free to use this information IC, otherwise, information here is to be treated OOC, in accordance to the rules.]

Journal entry I:
Summons of Vhaeshess came out of nowhere. It has been far too long since I heard the call of the house, and I almost dismissed it until I heard her calling my name. I've always assumed that those who chose to remain in V'elddrinnsshar have long since perished and that myself with Goafein were the last members alive. How they survived the Sharites' attack is beyond my knowledge.

But, regardless, I dared not to ponder whether the magical summons have been genuine, merely arching an eyebrow at the specified destination... Sshamath, City of Dark Weaving. Infamous for its almost heretical hierarchy, its splendorous spires and its sickengly liberal attitude towards surfacers, this city seemed like the last place someone like her would choose for ascension. But orders are orders and one, who pledged themselves eternally to the cause... is expected to obey.

Me and Goafein departed immideately. We are about half-way through, now, laying in wait as overgrown carrion crawlers are passing nearby, occupying whole tunnel.

Journal entry II:
I wasn't even given a chance to settle in, as I was given my assignment in my first two hours as I entered Sshamath. Vhaeshess wishes me to retrieve a relic from the grasp of duergar cult.

My impression of the City, however brief my stay was, is not entirely unpleasant, much to my surprise. Aside from few insufferable traders and males with loud mouth, it is indeed a grand sight to behold. Goafein seems to prefer it here... but he is at no liberty to remain. We are to leave at the end of this cycle and scavenge the wildreness for any sign of the cult. By sister's assestments, we will find what we are looking for in Ched Nassad's vicinity.

She had changed much since the last time I saw her during her graduation from Arach Tinilit. She seems to have endured much and in doing so, grew strong. Her demeanour is less abrassive and she seems to plan her steps ahead, ten at a time... She is more dangerous than ever and seems strangely content with her current position, 'leading' a decimated House. I am only left with speculations as to why.

Journal entry III:
Ched Nassad is thrilling as ever. Many have approached us, some even seemed to recognize. But we haven't had the time to learn the intent behind such hospitality and, soon, moved out, scavenging the wildreness for any sign of duergar cultists, investigating several leads we picked up in the City. Soon, an odd group approached us, for some reason assuming us to be freelancing mercenaries they have been waiting for. They took us to their leader, who explained that they were preparing to assault duergar's fortifications. Their allegiance or purpose was not explained to us, but we agreed to join, thinking it's our only chance in penetrating the fort, not even knowing if our goal lies there.

It is the second cycle as me and Goafein remain idle in the camp, occasionally joining patrols and waiting...
What I was ... I am no longer ...
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Re: *Static in the air* - Journal of Sycilia, the Seeker

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[The next few pages in this book are stained with blood and chemicals, some are torn out, some are charred, most writings are impossible to decypher, the writing style in this segment highly differs from one seen in previous entries, it seems much more hasty and less steady, as if the writer was not himself.]
There was no devil...
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There was only it. It dismissed my adamantine arrows. It shattered my spear.
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Goafein died under my orders..
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I watched its claws pull your guts out, my brother.
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And I will see it beg for mercy...

Journal entry IV:
I have lost every sense of time... judging by the amount of powder missing, it might have been months... I have come to my senses in Ched Nassad. with no plak'la left. A missive awaited me downstairs, contaning the results of divination ritual, pointing to the destination of that creature's teleportation. It lies within the Netherese Caverns, close to Sshamath. I will join next trading caravan headed there...

Journal entry V:
I have missed an entire War. The Varalla's Passage is barely recognizable with all the damage an army of the Alhoon had made. Apparently, my sister is gone as well and has been, for quite some time. It is beyond my abilities now to redeem myself in her eyes for I have failed in such a primitive task. But I still have my own lust for redemption to sate. I shall hire a guide and find these caverns.

Coin makes more difference here than gender or reputation. Sshamath is decadent.

Journal entry VI:
The guide seems unreliable... but comes almost free which is a factor good enough at this point, considering just how low I am on funds.

[the following few lines have been thoroughly stricken out]

By a strange twist of fate, I have been drafted into '7th Circle'. Whether such allegiance will prove benefitial, remains to be seen.

Journal entry VII:
I have seen the ruins. Everything seems correct thus far. There is a clear entrance to the collapsed forum building, which is inhabited by salamanders. They proved to be tough. I might need to hire a few swordarms, should I consider advancing.. Having seen the damage done to the ruins, it occured to me that the creature might has his dwelling in the unreachable, buried part of the ruins.

I miss Goafein in times like these, at least he had a sense of humor.

Vala is troublesome.
[once again, the following segment seems to be written hastily and unfocused.]
Much has transpired. Much has been learned. Some things have been lost. I will remain in the wildreness for a time...
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Snake's poison...
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Myconid's spores...
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Illithid's blood...
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Goafein, did you truly die?
And once again all ties are cut,
My spirit - broken and withdrawn.
Dark powder heals my aching heart,
So I could live a cycle more.
What I was ... I am no longer ...
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