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BASTIANS JOURNAL
The Thoughts
Within This Section, This Is Where Bastian Will Post His Thoughts
From Game One To The Present. Hope This Throws More Interest
Into The Subscribers.
SESSION 0
Part 1
For the fourth week in a row, Cevraya is nowhere to
be found. No word on where she is, where the
shipment has gone, nothing. I would understand
delays and periods of silence, given the nature of
the business, but I fear we are past the point of
cautionary quiet and into the realm of actual danger.
She is skilled, true, and well regarded in her guild,
but she is also dealing with a shadier lot than she
can even speak of. Anyone else, and I would
declare her a lost cause and look for a new
assistant for this matter, but, for her, I feel I have to
hold out hope. As much as I may prefer to remain in
my lab, the time has come for me to look for her
personally.
Part 2
In my search, I went into the city, past the Blister
Coils where, to my dismay, I found that the Izzet
League have not only created a full blown monster,
someone went and let it loose. From the ice and
lightning that made up its body, I could see it as a
Glavanache Weird. Three Boros tried to stop it, but
were sent flying, useless as always. Despite the
danger, I saw an opportunity. The Izzet are not ones
to let their secrets go easily, so what better chance
to see what they may offer my work than when their
mistakes leave the front gate wide open.
Inside, I found a rather miserable trio indeed. An elf
in Izzet garb who seemed utterly unaware, a dirt
covered druid who stood out like a sore thumb in
the metal work building, and a godforsaken
elephant man who was cowering in the corner
while a bundle of ice mephits held the center of
the room. Together, we manage to get past the
frosty devils and forge ahead into the heart of the
building searching for a man named Bellov.
There was a small matter of some lightning mephits
along the way, but nothing an ounce of
maneuvering could not get past. When we found
the man, he was near death himself. After a quick
check up and a dose of health potion, he was well
enough to answer my questions and with the plans
for the weird I believe their mistake might have just
been my fortune.
SESSION 1
Part 1
This weird that the Izzet have created will either be
my salvation or my death. The methods used to
create it, if harnessed, may be the means to create
the body I need and keep it animated past what a
normal spell would allow. However, in exchange for
receiving this information, and some other smaller
matters of payment, I have volunteered to help
retrieve the monster. He could keep the spell scroll
if he wanted. I would give it all for that creature and
more for the secrets it could unlock.
Part 2
I take back what I said before. The weird will not be
my death, this stupid elephant will be. All we
needed was a place to sleep for the night, Bellov
was even paying for it, and the first thing he does in
the morning is start a hostage situation, getting the
Boros called on not only him, but also his companion
Remuru. We managed to flee with both in tow as
well as a new ally in an Orzhov
named Kaulder. (Who, of course, brought a pack of
goblins with him. Does no one in this city come
without baggage?) Now, we make our way to the
Palace of Pain’s Pleasure, where the weird was last
seen and where, it so happens, Cevraya was seen
as well.
Part 3
The display at the Three P’s is beyond words, and yet
somehow three of my traveling partners thought it wise
to pay their way into the Palace as “special guests.”
I managed to find a Rakdos member named
Pig (or was it Peg? Pig will do) and negotiated a bit of
“private time” for the two of us. She wanted pain,
and with my knowledge of the body, I gave her
everything she could handle and then some.
Literally, if not for the elixir the Rakdos produce called
“Masochist’s Essence” she would have fainted well
before we were done. All told, she was well satisfied,
so I told her how she could find me for more.
You never know when people like this will come in
handy later.
Part 4
I take back what I said before again. It will not be just
the elephant, but ALL of these fools that will be my
demise. Not only did they try to sneak into Ophyira’s
chamber, one of them tried a Zone of Truth. If I had
not managed to talk the woman down, we all would
have perished. I can almost hear my dear sister
laughing now. I was never the life of the party
that she was, so if my social prowess is the only thing
keeping this group from flying into the pits of hell,
then we are in a sorry state indeed.
Thankfully, women like Ophyira are smart enough to
not waste an asset when they can help it, so instead of
killing us, she gave us an offer. If we brought her
the head of this Peren fellow and this Felicity Triskileon
of hers, she would pay us quite well. And just
because she is the kind sort, she gave the idiots that
paid their way in exactly what they paid for.
SESSION 2
Part 1
I have suffered many insults in this city. I have lived
in the gutter, I have cowtowed to the incompetent
police force, I have even offered my services to people
who would not believe the things that I can do, all in
the name of my ultimate goal. But never have I felt so
disrespected as I have today as a god forsaken
LIBRARY forced me into debt, just so I could add
spells to my repertoire. I do not know what this so
called Ismeri Library has hidden within it, but I know
good and well that it is more than meets the eye.
I received a visit from my newest cohort, the dark elf
Xesos. He appeared almost from nowhere at the
library where he spoke to me, then went off like he had
just casually strolled through. I tried to follow him with
my eye and saw him speaking to the dragonborn,
but that was all I could see before the bookkeeper
came to me and asked me to leave. I know little
about this elf man and clearly not as much about this
library as I had hoped, but I am not so naive to not
spot a front when I see one. If the insufferable
dragonborn knew just how much of an enemy
he has made in me, he would think twice before
asking me for anything more than how he can better
assist me in my work. Time will show him his error,
if I do not have the chance to myself.