Chronicles of Marhalla

Jiro's Journal #495
Return of Lucan Valerius

Proceeding the battle, we were asked to escort the prisoners into their jail cells. Lucius and I were instructed to do so. For the first time since I met him, the sight of Lucius, now a good friend of mine, angered me. The notion of his ‘unconditional’ justice irritated me, regardless of its legitimacy. The hatred I felt after the battle felt trivialized by his mere presence. I asked Lucius if I could escort the prisoner alone, stating that he should assist the injured Kneecappers. Being the kind soul he is, he agreed, but seemed to see more of my scheme than I had originally expected him to. Regardless, this was not going to stop me.
    I arrived at the prison, met by a somewhat kind man who watched over the establishment. He said I could take the prisoner into the cell, and I later persuaded him to let me ‘interrogate’ our new friend. I informed him that the prisoner was in a critical state and that he might not last the night. He believed me, but clearly had an inkling of suspicion. It seemed he shared a similar complex to Lucius. He subtly peered at me during my conversations with the man, keeping a close eye on us.
    The prisoner, bloodied and battered, addressed me in a brusk and trivializing tone. He clearly seemed to understand that the townsfolk didn’t believe in executing prisoners. Unluckily for him, I am not like the simpletons of Dayhill. Drunk and thrilled off my sheer hatred, I told the prisoner my plans of killing him with a large grin on my face. I was practically shaking with excitement watching him tremble and beg. I began to conjure a deadly spell, however, the guard was onto me and asked me to leave. I was not going to let this man live, though. As I exited the cell, I had Teto stay back and conclude the spell I was preparing, one of my lethal snowballs that has fared me so well in the past. I attempted to distract the prison guard as the tiny scorpion let forth the barrage of snowballs. Sadly, however, Teto completely missed the mark, alerting both the guard and the prisoner to my schemes. Now with blades drawn to me, I knew the gig was up. I smiled and attempted to play it off as a joke, to moderate degrees of success—I left with my head, but also with a bad reputation on it. 
Still…I am not sure what has come over me recently. Never in my life have I felt such a sheer, unbridled desire to slaughter in the name of equity. Like a man lost in the desert parched for water, my insatiable urge for their blood has plagued me since that day. I managed to bridle these emotions for the time being, though. I met up with the team once more and we decided to call it a well-deserved night.
The following morning, I decided to purchase a flower to lay upon the grave of Phethean (and one for Marnay too jokingly one for that little girl in the Kneecappers.) I could not get the thought of Thoric, Lucius, and the jailer out of my head—it sickened me how sympathetic they could be to such scum of the earth. I only knew of one bastard in the town who could possibly share this frustration with me—Crastur, the man who scammed us earlier in our journey. 
I approached what was left of the 3-walled bar and let myself in. Inside stood a distraught Crastur and two strangers looking straight at the ground. Sympathetic, I went to the counter and attempted to console the upset barkeep over the loss of his pub, letting him know that I would be happy to help in any way that I can. Unsurprisingly, he snapped back at me asking what I was trying to pull, while having one of his cronies threaten me with pointed blades. So typical of scum like him. I smirked and simply told him that I wanted to help him out, and that while I deeply respect the Hands, I wanted to perform a more effective type of work on the side. The bastard had the audacity to snap back once more, accusing me of disloyalty. My jovial front was now gone. I called out the lowly piece of horseshit for what he was, and got up and left. He told me he would be in touch. Typical bottom-feeding trash, they are. They don’t deserve a hero like myself in their ranks.
After this irritating meeting, the Sentinels met up once more to receive our reward from the lady of the town herself. This excited me, as royal connections as well as lavish praise have always been a soft spot for me. Gawain seemed rather anxious around the company of royalty, but I didn’t press him on it—I wanted this experience to be as painless as possible for all of us. Disappointingly, however, the lady of the town simply offered basic praise and little reward, wrapped around the finger of her obnoxious advisor, Shortwood. Oh well. Typical royalty. She did inform us of the court wizard’s arrival, stating that she would introduce us to him. I was happy to hear this—I love getting to know fellow arcanists. But there was nothing I could do to prepare for the man who entered the room: Lucan Valerius himself.
No. Forget this town, forget the Hands, forget everything. All bets are off. I had dedicated my entire life to fleeing from this man, and my friends merely ask that I relax as he stands in front of me? Scum, all of them. I returned to the Hands of Heironus to both announce my withdrawal as well as say goodbye to the Kneecappers. I entered the north wing to Marnay and Thortona watching over an injured Matrena. I did not have time to explain the specifics, so I gave Marnay the last rose I ever would hand to her, and Thortona a rose to place on Phethian’s resting place. Upon hearing of my departure, Matrena had the audacity to call me a coward. How could they not realize I was doing this to protect them? I would expect nothing less from scum like her. I left the room and took my things, only to be met by a somber Thoric blocking my exit.
The sullen dwarf who I had grown so fond of was deeply insulted by my departure, going as far to say I would become an enemy of the Hands. You can call me a traitor, you can torture me, but having a man like Thoric express his disappointment is just off-limits. And yet, here he was. He did, however, reassure me that it was either I die alone in the wilderness, or die fighting against the evil that stood before us. Lucius and Gawain chimed in as well, echoing this sentiment. I had never been more conflicted in my entire life. However, after an internal battle, I knew I had no choice but to stay and face Lucan head-on. Shaken, I agreed to remain within the ranks of Hands of Heironus. However, literal seconds after this, Thoric decides that it would be a great time to send us on a scouting missive from an anonymous contractor. Ah, dwarves and their famous subtlety…

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Jiro's Journal #492
The Bandit Incursion

I cannot truly express the pain I feel after the loss of our friend, Phethian. Despite my days of wayfaring and reckless abandon, this was the first time I had lost somebody truly close to me. Knowing I could have done something to stop it eats at me from the inside. Sweet Marnay was saved in the process, but who can truly determine the worth of a life? There is a good chance I may never look at her in the eyes again. I was foolish to allow myself to get close to anybody.

                After slaying the giant, we set up camp on the trail for the evening. Scarloc, however, noticed a faint gleaming in the distance. Cautiously, we decided to inspect it. Despite our hesitations, it turned out to be a young sorcerer named Alec. He was a charming, handsome fellow—though his presence in the middle of nowhere did make me somewhat suspicious. Regardless, I felt foolish for being so paranoid. I like Alec. It was nice to finally meet somebody who didn’t get on my nerves.

                My lamentations over Phethian couldn’t last long, though. Upon our return to Dayhill, we came to the city being ransacked by bandits and thieves looking to make the city their stomping grounds. Furious, we supported the city’s defence and defeated whichever invaders we could. It was a strange feeling—I had never quite felt such a rush from killing. It felt good. However, drunk off the high of battle, I became careless and left my flank open. A hill giant managed to stumble behind me. By the time I had realized he was there, his massive club hung viciously above his head, preparing to smash down upon me. In this moment, I had accepted my death. I got a bizarre sense of relief in a way, knowing I would soon be reunited with Phethian. The gods, however, had other plans, in the form of a rampaging blacksmith. As I stand preparing for death, Argon, the friendly giant, smashed the hill giant’s head in with his hammer. I suppose death would have to wait.

                Upon breaching the gates, the battle continued on the inside. It was a horrifying sight to behold—burning buildings, pillaging, families being killed in the streets…I may never forget the sights I saw that day. However, I did not have time to focus on these horrors. During the battle, we managed to catch a glimpse of, presumably, the new court wizard. I could not properly assess his power, but I got a strong feeling that he was unfathomably powerful.

We finally managed to quell the invasion and restore a semblance of peace to the town. The fellow Sentinels as well as the Hands as a whole seemed more relieved than anything. However, I did not share this gleefulness. There was no joy in what we saw or did. Something changed in me. A part of me must have died that day.

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Lucius's Log #6
The Bandit Incursion

After slaying the giant and returning to Dayhill we found the town to be under siege by a oddly very organized bandit raid that included the like of trolls and giants. We manage to cut our way through the front gate after watching Argon slay a giant with a single swing of his mighty hammer. We then proceeded into the town where Tennoculus told us that the three walled tavern was on fire, which I had yet to visit beforehand. We then proceeded to the bridge over the river where the chief of the bandits slayed the head of the guard and Gavin, the second in command, slew the chief with ease clearing the path to the Hands of Heironus. As the group and I continued across the bridge Gavin also killed the giant that was accompanying the chieftain. As we approached the Hands of Heironus it was surrounded by bandits and trolls that were easily dispatched by us, Balgus, Miya Darcy, Thoric, and two other members of the guild. We then moved to the northern part of town towards where the nobles lived where we saw the newly appointed court wizard slay a giant with a single blast of arcane energy as well as several other bandits. At this point the denizens of Dayhill, with a small support from us, managed to clear the remaining bandits that had infested the city. We managed to capture one of the bandits and he revealed that the giants of Troll Crag mountains were pushing them out of there homes and they were attempting to take land for themselves. During the battle many citizens of the town as well as a large number of guards were slain. We talked to the Kordar Kneecappers after the fight and they said they wished to take a break from adventuring after losing Phethean, bequeathing us their share of the gold for slaying the giant. Hopefully they manage to get back on their feet in short time.

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The Ranger's Record #5
The Bandit Incursion

Upon returning to Dayhill after the trials in the cave I found that Dayhill under attack. Good thing I’m use to hunting down humans so I had no trouble. Argon is a concerningly strong, what he did that other giant, it's terrifying. It was good to see Matrena and the survivors of the knee cappers. It was annoying that the guard had was stationed around the nobles typical. Good thing that Gavin was here to kill those giants.  Didn’t even feel like we did a lot, the town had a lot of hardened soldiers like Thoric and Balgus.Shame that so many civilians died though. I want back to the Hand to check up on the Knee Cappers. They weren’t holding up to well, the death of a friend really hits hard. I informed that Thortona and Marnay could come to me if they needed anything. As for lovely Matrena I informed her that my door was always open to her, and that since I had returned that she owes me a date. She does however need time to heal, which is understandable; they all deserve to take time off to heal both physically and mentally. Before I could continue my blatant flirting with Matrena Lucius barged in, which was a bit annoying, but he is my comrade in arms, and I would not want to arm wrestle him. Scarloc was also there staring rather intently at Valtyra, maybe I should talk to him? Humans don’t like to be stared at so, still Scarloc is a good guy, just for some reason I find myself checking my coin purse around him. J was off interrogate the prisoner, hopefully he has enough self control not to kill him when the guard aren’t looking.

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Lucius's Log #5
The Depths of Thostrund

We were sent to Thostrund in order to deal with a Hill Giant alongside the Kordar Kneecappers. Hill giants are savage beasts that terrorize countrysides and should be dealt with as soon as possible. Whilst fighting the giant, the mage of the Kordar Kneecappers, Phethean Klexius, died after sacrificing himself to save Marnay. After which the Kneecappers teleported out of the cave with their presumably dead comrade after I managed to slice the head off of the beast. During our time in the cave, after slaying the giant, we came across an old man who was protected by spiders after we were prevented exit by a wall of fire. He then summoned an evil outsider, which gave us all trouble in fighting after the being summoned creatures of his own. This forced me to blow the horn we acquired in the blood bowl in order to slay the outsiders and asked the summoned celestial being to save Gawain’s life, who had died during the fight against these abominations. The summoned celestial being was a sight to behold and further strengthened my faith and desire to rid the world of evil. He confirmed that Gawain, Scarloc, Jiro, and I are destined for something great and to possibly purge an evil from the world. We were also given an artifact of immense power known as the Morning star jewel which is an item required in ascending to God-hood. I have no idea why we were given such an item, but I take it upon myself to carry it with pride and achieve my destiny.

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The Ranger's Record #4
The Depths of Thostrund

Traveled with the knee cappers, Matrena showed me a trick to perceive for dangers. Upon reaching the cave, once inside we were immediately attacked by strange bugs. However one dog died to a scorpion. Then upon the Hill Giant we took casualties, Matrena was hurt badly and their mage died. Trying to leave we encountered a wall of fire. We then encountered spiders where my Ranger skills came in handy, I struck up a peace treaty. We encountered a strange man who summoned an outsider. The first one was easy enough, but the next two were deadly. I was slain by one, the after life was strange, I heard strange whisperings. Thankfully since we had the horn of the gods, a helpful outsider managed to resurrect me. Lucius received the morning star jewel from the Knight of the Hawk. The Hawk said we were destined for greatness, I don’t know about that, so long as I get paid I’m fine.

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Lucius's Log #4
The Blood Bowl

Returning to Dayhill and walking into the Hands of Heironus, the leader of the Kordar Kneecappers was discussing with Thoric about the prospect of slaying a hill giant. Thoric didn’t believe that they were up to the task and advised that not embark on such a fool hearted contract. It was then that I spoke up about the possibility of the Sentinels of the Blazing Sun joining with the Kordar Kneecappers on this quest to slay a giant. They wanted to see if we were capable of handling ourselves and said that we must fight in the blood bowl against the monks of the Temple of the Sun. I accepted as did my fellow comrades as there was also a prize to be had along with a possible powerful artifact. In the first round it was the four of us against two monks from the temple. Me and Gawain handled the monk we targeted fairly easily and were able to assist Jiro and Scarloc with their adversary with haste. The second round involved us fighting against the Kneecappers to see who would fight the master of the temple in the final round. Jiro started the round by attempting to entrap them in a web of some kind while Gawain pelted them with arrows and Scarloc being invisible with the help of Jiro. I rushed in initially going for Marnay, their healer, but the web proved too much for me to handle ensaring me next to the leader, Thortona, Me and Thortona traded blows whilst Gawain was blinded by their mage, Phethean, and Scarloc and Jiro hit them from range. Jiro’s snowballs proved to be very powerful in the fight dealing the majority of the damage as I received most of the damage other than Gawain. Unfortunately I was flanked by their ranger, Matrena, during my battle with Thortona and they managed to bring me down eventually, but with extreme difficulty. I was knocked unconscious, but apparently Jiro managed to knock Thortona unconscious leaving Matrena alone against Scarloc and Jiro. She then forfeited the match to us as their was no use continuing to fight. Afterwards we had some rest and eventually went up against Master Korimoto. An amazingly talented warrior who managed to block or dodge a large number of our attacks whilst merely sitting on the ground. Eventually one of my blows struck true and Korimoto stood up asking if we wanted to continue the fight in his true form. I obliged as he promised a greater reward if we managed to strike another blow. We all proceeded to attempt and strike him but none of us managed to land a hit. He then struck Scarloc, Gawain, and I with a series of blows the left only me standing. I asked him for one last attempt to strike him as he had seriously wounded me which he managed to dodge both my strike and Jiro’s bolt. After which he attempted a punch which managed to knock him off balance after hitting my helmet in a poor manner. I attempted to strike him one last time, but to no avail. Jiro attempted to crossbow him at the same time and as he reached out to catch the bolt it sliced his hand which was the seconded time we drew blood from him earning us the grand prize. He gave us the gold from winning the tournament and a horn the could call a good celestial outsider in a time of great need. We then proved to the Kneecappers that we could handle ourselves and they were willing to kill the hill giant alongside of us.

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Jiro's Journal #423
Voyage to the Crossroad Caverns

During our brief time back in town, we met up with some of the denizens of Dayhill. We met a wonderfully kind blacksmith named Argon, as well as a horribly annoying Mercane gentlemen named Memphis who kept calling us the wrong name. The most significant of these encounters, however, was meeting Caine Blackfoot, the court wizard. I explained my disposition to him, explaining why my journey began to begin with. He was incredibly understanding and legitimately cared about my strife. He even knew of my parents! What an honor that was. Bizarrely, though, he mentioned something about me being a ‘diviner.’ I had never heard of such a thing before—could it be a bad thing? As if reading my mind, however, he handed me a book, explaining that when the time is right, only then could I understand it. What a copout.

                After our encounters, the Sentinels once again began our fight for good, this time to assassinate an Orc warchief. Simple enough! We arrived at the cave that night, and got a good night’s sleep before our task. Upon waking up, we descended into the cave.

                It began silent, but if I had learned anything by that point, it is that such silence would not last for long. We were promptly ambushed by the scum which lived in the cave. We tore through them with little resistance. That is, until the distinct banging of drums welcomed the arrival of the warchief himself. The hunkering beast requested a fair brawl—what a load of shit. Ambush us, exhaust us, then ask for a proper fight? Lucius accepted, but I knew I wasn’t going to sit back while he fought us. I pelted him with my newly learned Snowball spell until he literally died. Jiro 1, Orc scum, 0.

We inspected the cave further and found a bizarre Orc druid within a tent. He seemed frightened and helpless, claiming he was unable to walk. I felt sympathy for the guy—we were not ordered to kill all of them, just the warchief. As I offered to help him up, however, I caught a glimpse of malice in his eyes. In direct response to this, however, he issued his counterattack…by killing himself.  Strangely, as he stabbed himself with an ornate blade, he disintegrated into ash. As this happened, though, the crystal that he possessed exploded, releasing a shadowy substance that targeted Lucius, Scarloc and Gawain—curiously, not me though. The matter did not seem to have any direct effect on them, though, so we decided to return once more to Dayhill to reap our rewards.

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Lucius's Log #3
Voyage to the Crossroad Caverns

The second mission we took, but the first as official members of the guild and as the Sentinels of the Blazing Sun, was to kill and orc warchief that had been terrorizing the surrounding area. As we arrived the cave seemed empty and it appeared as though no one was in the tents. Scarloc attempted to stealthily approach the tents that were in the cave, but was spotted and surrounded by orcs and goblins. He managed to run away whilst I killed several orcs and goblins as did my fellows Sentinels. The Orc warchief then emerged from his tent and I engaged in combat with him. Unfortunately I had been injured severely by the other orcs and goblins that infested the caves and required the assistance of my fellow sentinels to slay the beast with Scarloc managing to pierce the beast heart and rip it from his chest with an arrow. Several goblins attempted to run, but I believed that they committed the same crimes as the warchief by serving him and needed to be dealt with as well. Although they surrendered I believed letting them live would be worse as I didn’t believe we could easily return them to be imprisoned in Dayhill.

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The Ranger's Record #3
Voyage to the Crossroad Caverns

The next mission we took from the Hands was to find and slay an Orc warchief. His underlings ambushed out rouge friend, but lucius managed to wipe them out handly. The Orc warchief then challenged him to a duel, it was an impressive display of martial display. However Orc warchief are no pushovers, Lucius needed some help, and thankfully Scarloc managed to deal the killing blow. After slaying the chief, there was some kind of orc spell caster who placed a curse on it, which we must found out how to remove it from us.

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