after the vampire’s defeat, Uno steps away to mutter into his bag of bones …
I believe I understand the hierarchy of my traveling tribe.
Prince Flynnighan is nominally our leader, but these are obviously his golden days. They are not to last. His military advisor is Kyrashi, who will naturally take over the tribe when Flynnighan is destroyed. But Kyrashi’s reign will most likely be short and calamitous. He is brave and strong, but is too careful. A good chieftan must take risks, be sudden and foolhardy in his decision-making, and Kyrashi is thoughtful and wise. Thoughtful and wise are good qualities for an advisor, but not for a chief.
Ragnot is a young chief in the making. He finally came into his own when we fought in the home of one of the water-elf sub-chiefs. Ragnot could not overpower me, but he made a very good showing. I was impressed with his skill and ferocity! Later, when he kicked me in the gonadulars, he again proved himself to be sudden and foolhardy. He will make a good chief when is fire is balanced by loss. Perhaps it will be his brother who dies; perhaps it will be me. When this occurs, and only then, will he be ready to lead.
The mission to the sub-chief’s home was successful, but I do not entirely understand how. Flynnighan and Valdus retrieved papers with writing on them. I pretended not to look at their deadly symbols, but in truth I peeked. I could not make sense of their evil notations, but the others seemed to believe that whatever was inscribed there would be the downfall of our foe, Tykreth. This is only logical. When you write something down, you remove power from yourself and give it physical form. When someone else steals that physical power, it is theirs. We stole his power.
The theft of these writings worked in our favor, but of course by utilizing their profane power we were led to near-doom. We used the writings to bring both Teague and Amrinell under our sway — two other sub-chiefs of the sea-elves. We convinced them of Tykreth’s treachery and ill-intent — in fact, we learned that Tykreth is in league with dirt-elves, those who have shunned the Moon. And we learned that this group of dirt-elves worship an old god I have heard of in the North: we know it as Nemo, a skull-faced king with one eye. They call it the Nomad. In my land it is said the Skull King is gathering an army that will one day march south and make all of the future dead its thralls. I wonder if its goal is the same here? Perhaps all un-deads serve this god. Perhaps this Nomad is my final foe, the one that I dream about.
In any event. We were harassed by the local military powers, as has been our lot since we arrived, but my tribemates were in high spirits as we approached the meeting that would decide the fate of these sea-elves. We had convinced enough sub-chiefs to expel the gith and their vampire-captain, and I believe Prince Flynnighan had arranged the return of his boat. Foolishly the Prince was making deals and pledging loyalty in exchange for monies, instead of for blood or loyalty or babies or food. I tried to tell them again that monies is less real than magic, but the fools did not listen.
Well we paid the prince for believing in monies and in words on paper. The gith-captain commanded sea-elves we thought were our allies — Calladryl, which is a word in my lands for “soothing-balm,” murdered the sub-chiefs pledged to us.
Chaos ensued, as is the way of the un-deads. I had invisibled myself against the vampire-captain, so I was able to sneak close to his filthy form. My new blade struck his flesh, but it was Kyrashi who struck the final blow, turning the vile creature into mist. It returns to its sleeping place now — we must pursue and conduct the proper ritual to destroy it in finality. I have sworn to consume the vampire’s heart. If I fail in this, I will be damned.
The creature bit me with its horrible mouth before Kyrashi destroyed it. I could feel an age slipping from me. I forgot things — the invisibility spell I used to creep close to it. I found that I have a white stripe in my fur running down one side of my body, from the top of my head to my rump. Deacon Valdus was similarly afflicted, jumping in-between the vampire and Tognar; also, the Deacon lost a finger. But I think his bird ate it, so perhaps this was a ritual of power I do not understand.
I forgot to mention: some other water-breathing creature tried to kill us, in an alley. Prince Flynnighan conquered this blue-man and took his sea conch. Now our Prince commands the assassin’s sea-dogs of the deep. Perhaps our Prince will be long-lived after all!
In any event, our foe has been temporarily smote. We have captured the treacherous Tykreth and it appears we are not yet being directly blamed for these murders. I should return to my tribesfolk, however, as it sounds like Princeling Ragnot is seeking to destroy the vampire’s possessions. He claims they are evil and not to be trusted; this is true, but if we are putting our faith in written words, then why not the evil items of an un-dead?
We are beyond the land of taboo. Nothing is sacred now, except ourselves.
Gems: 19 fancy (1,900gp)
A Crystal Ball
Weapon: Saber and Dagger
Sea Lions: 1,260
Group total: 10,200
Tognar 2,000 (Chromatic Success!: 550, Group 1,450)
Ragnot 2,000 (Spirit Archer: 550, Group 1,450)
Valdus 2,000 (One Turn Turn : 550, Group 1,450)
Kyrashi 2,000 (Lotion Bane: 550, Group: 1,450)
Uno 2,000 (Invisible Man: 550, Group: 1,450)
Flynnighan 2,000 (Lion Caller: 550, Group: 1,450)
Rhonda 2,000 (Mister Mist-er: 550, Group: 1,450)