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Darkness Rising
A Collection of Exploratory Accounts and Discoveries
By: Daemisus Bane
Campaign: Darwin's Realm; Game Master: Dave P.
Journal Written by Kelly, June 2006
Entry 9 - Moonday, Flocktime 22, Common Year 613
I am utterly exhausted, yet I find sleep hard to come by with my thoughts racing as they
are. We only just returned to Fitzgerald’s Keep, carrying with us vital information as to the
location of a large Flind camp.
About 3 days into our journey into the mountains, we rounded a corner of a small trail
and came face to face with a scouting party of 6 of the Hyena-like creatures. They were much
more organized and intelligent then I think any of us had expected, and this underestimation
nearly cost the others their lives.
As the melee ensued, the Flinds quickly got the better of Shandala and Melissa and they
were down within the blink of an eye. Perhaps they would have more success if they began
worshipping a stronger god. Cylix released a spell of some sort that coated the frontal area
with a slick substance. This broke a few of the Flind’s charges. He later crippled one of
them with two, admirable puncture wounds to its kidneys, but was soon overwhelmed by two
others. Jackson traded blows back and forth with a few of them whilst dodging arrows hailed
by the two dog-men standing at the rear. Grunter exchanged blows with all of them, managing
to fell one before being brought down by the combined effort and the ever present missile
fire. I tired of being pricked by those arrows and decided to take a chance, focusing my
mental energy to project myself behind one of the archers. Had I failed to concentrate
properly, the result could have been quite nasty indeed. For instance, I could have appeared
onto another plane of existence, though confidence in my abilities is not something I lack.
The Flind archer was unsuspecting as I stepped out of the ethereal plane behind him. I deftly
went to decapitate him with my new toy, hungry for blood, though at the last moment a lucky
draw of his bowstring spared him an eminent and grizzly death. A pity that was, I was looking
forward to the look on his nearby ally’s face after the deed was done.
The battle continued on and all sides began to wear down when an arrow blossomed from the
belly-button of the archer still across from me. The surprised Flind was soon trampled by a
mad-man and his pony. The rider ran right over the first Flind and I managed to dodge to the
side as he trod over the other in front of me. The rider proved to be one of the men that
entered the tavern three days prior, later named as Jonathon. With Jonathon’s aid, we made
quick work of the rest of the Flinds, two of them turning tail.
Jackson and Jonathon trailed them back to their camp where they discovered their numbers
swelled to a few hundred. After hearing of this news, we gathered up the wounded and headed
back toward town, with me smiling the whole way. I had found my “in.”
Upon arriving, I immediately continued on to the Lord’s manner. After being granted an
audience, I quickly relayed the tale and was asked to return again upon the morning. After
the reciting, one of the other men who I recognized as one of the veterans that had previously
entered the local tavern days ago followed me back to the tavern and administered healing to
the others. He oozed the presence and carried the signs of a priest of Set. I will have to
keep him in mind when I am in the position to “restructure” my clergy, for followers of Set
are known as much for their organization as for their brutal effectiveness. Those are
thoughts for another day however, for now it is time to rest.
Entry 10 – Godsday, Flocktime 25, Common Year 613
I, Jackson, and Cylix Lor’ander met at the Manner the next morning to discuss the
whereabouts of the Flind camps. The information we provided seemed to be very valuable to
Lord Fitzgerald, and as it turns out, we were outfitted to return to the wilderness once
again to scout out the locations of more of the camps. During the meeting I also was asked
to dine with Zolana, who was the owner of the presence I had felt days ago in the tavern.
During our luncheon, Zolana inquired about my “awareness” and spoke of many of her
ventures, most of them with Raco, the priest of Set. I would find traveling with her to be
most interesting, but likely too dangerous at this point to be fruitful. She seems to have
had something very traumatic happen to her, as she displays a sort of madness that is akin
to that of some who has survived a torture session given by someone skilled in the art.
During our conversation, her madness only bubbled up occasionally when dealing with her
restless children. I can never understand the want to have and raise offspring. Not only
does bringing life into the world violate the very principles I follow, but children would
only burden me, getting in the way of goals that I stand to achieve. I also do not see the
need to bring about possible competition, assuming I chose to foster the child out to the
scept that raised me.
Tomorrow we will set out once again in search of the Flinds. With luck, we will locate
more of their camps and I will be able to get further in the favor of Lord Fitzgerald. Once
I have done that, I can assess where my loyalties lie; with my present benefactor or with
this Lord. He who proves the most useful will undoubtedly be deemed the winner of my support.
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