Hyperborea Rising

Zelgius' Journal - Entry 2

Our journey into the crypt was one I won’t forget anytime soon. Immediately I could sense the necromantic power at work. Although relatively weak it surrounded us and permeated the air we breathed. As always Julian took point with myself following his lead. I decided I’d try to do right by the man. He was putting his trust in us to do what needed to be done while he bore the brunt of our enemies attacks. Anyone willing to do that is deserving of respect at the very least.

As we made our way through the catacombs we were assaulted by weak, mindless undead. Such creations are abhorrent. Although technically not against my creed it leaves a sour taste. Condemning others without choice seems wrong. Efficient. But wrong. We pressed on eventually coming across an area free from the corruption. Here we found a blessed artefact belonging to a Saint. We all unanimously agreed to leave it where it should rest.

Pressing on we came into a large room with upwards of fifty bodies strewn on the floor. Ignoring them we searched to rooms surrounding this central one. Finding two magical auras we agreed that these belonged to the dead and were not ours to take. But when the dead began to animate my curiosity got the better of me and I opened the sarcophagus that contained the transmutation aura to find a Hyperborean officers hat.

As I picked it up to take it I became aware that in fact fifty skeletons had not risen and assaulted our party but five. And they hadn’t made enough noise to cover my raiding of a corpse. So one barrage of guilt trips later I put it back, then we all discussed what we thought it was. Turns out it was a hat of disguise self. Would have been useful. Julian commended me on doing the right thing in the end. Although I think he was more concerned that my act had made everyone question their morality and whether or not we should take such items as we make our way. It struck me what I had done. I had broken two rules and committed three sins in one act. I’m not sure what penance will be required for this but I will do it. Such a mistake in judgement can not go unpunished.

Making our way further we game to a hall that went in a circle with seemingly no way to progress except to go door by door through every family grave. This seemed to be both disrespectful and a waste of time. Although it took us quite a while to come up with a solution until after we had been arguing for quite some time I began reading the names on the graves to try and find an odd one out. Eventually coming across it I suggested we knock to be polite. I’ll be damned if I broke any more sinson this excursion.

We were met by an intelligent undead who was telling barefaced lies and giving enough sass to count as having sinned at least thrice. Enough to push two religious zealots into smiting without staining my soul further. He was swiftly dispatched despite being prepared for a fight he was no match for us. By his post we found he was a scholar having read a variety of philosophical works which Faustus immediately took for himself. Only the Inquisitor Alexander made an objection but was quickly silenced when he gave his reasoning of censorship.

We burst into the final chamber to find an acolyte of a death cult preparing a ritual and a vial containing something emanating necromantic power. It was at this point we noticed the undead. As battle commenced I soon found myself surrounded by them. Initially I thought I could take them but could feel Lazarus’ and my power waning swiftly. Thankfully the battle was ended prematurely as the cultist asked if we were even capable of civilised conversation to discuss this.

As he was explaining that the vial contained the blood of the dracolich that brought down Rome the Inquisitor took the opportunity to take control of the situation in our favour and took the vial. Threatening to break it if the cultist didn’t comply with our demands. Beginning to think my first judgement of his character was wrong I was somewhat taken aback as he then demanded some of the philosophy works from Faustus. Myself and Ji refused to translate his demands into latin for Faustus to understand simply glaring at him.

At this juncture the cultist informed s that the blood corrupted all that was good and touched it. I volunteered to hold the blood as o the others I’m already corrupted so I had nothing to lose. Julian voiced his grievances saying I was on a path to recovery and I shouldn’t risk it. But he relented as I assured him it was for the best, not to mention I wanted it away from the inquisitor before he made another demand.

I had anticipated it to tempt me but I guess my desires were closer to the surface of my mind than I expected. I immediately heard it. A soothing, calming voice promising me all I ever wanted. Respect from my peers. The chance to repay my family and do right by them. And above all else to bring him back. To have him return to me.

I know anything that seems too good to be true usually is but how could I not take the opportunity. All it asked was that I keep it. But the others wouldn’t understand. They’d think I was going to use necromancy, but I have grander designs. I had to find some way of keeping some of the blood for myself. It wouldn’t even be a sin, it was technically it’s own owner and cried out to be relieved by me. I asked the inquisitor if we could go into another room to discuss what we should do with the cultist. Taking the bait he agreed.

I made up some plan to get him to complete his ritual to remove the necromancy, by taking something valuable of his while he took the blood. While we discussed this I slipped as much of the blood into an inkpot as I could without risking discovery. Anything to keep it’s guidance I suppose.

Rejoining the group we completed the ritual and the cultist left with his relic while we announced we had dealt with the necromancy. After receiving our reward we retired to an inn for the evening to celebrate. It was at this point that the chickens in the kitchen began moving despite being beheaded. I’m sure I’ll be able to find some way to keep this under wraps…

Zelgius' Journal - Entry 1

Traveling to Constantinople took up the vast majority of my funds leaving me with little else other than my equipment. With little experience in just about anything all I could really apply for would be a teaching post but who here would give that to a Hyperborean? So I went to the bounty office to find some work, after all we are quite strong together.

There I met an… eccentric group. A Roman who can’t speak the more common tongue who refers to the others as barbarians. A kitsune from China who doesn’t even know how to pronounce the name of his own country. A troll who is straightforward if nothing else. And then there’s the inquisitor and paladin. The inquisitor is ok I guess, he doesn’t cause me any issues. The paladin is a whole other issue.

Once on the road and out of town I summoned Lazarus, because if caught in an ambush on my own I’d be little more than helpless. So the paladin threw holy water at me and began demanding Satan reveal himself. It was kind of hurtful but I suppose this is what facing ignorance is.

We ventured on once the paladin realised the rest of the group weren’t backing him up. Coming up to the cave entrance we made short work of the goblin guards. Then the troll and I found an unconscious guard and quickly and efficiently dealt with him. The paladin berated us. Again. Adding to this dilemma the inquisitor ordered him to begin reciting verses from the bible. He was loud if nothing else.

Rousing whatever soldiers remained we found ourselves beset on all sides by upwards of 40 goblins as they came towards the rather loud chanting of our paladin. Somehow surviving we retreated to recuperate and regroup. Before charging right back in again.

Defeating the leader and the remnants of his guards we left with his head. Claiming the reward, along with the loot from his cave. We all considered going our separate ways but took on another job with the church. It went as well as could be expected. Lazarus was banished and I was told off. I just about remained civil as we left the church. Today we go into the crypts to search for the cause of the necromantic magic.

Journal of Faustus - 1
New Job

Went down to the bounty office looking for a job to soothe my money troubles. I can scarcely believe it myself, to be brought so low shames me but unless there’s another pagan revival I doubt my dialogues bring me any gold. Only bounty available was on the leader of a tribe of goblins harrassing travellers . Seemed to me to be far too much for myself to take on alone (while I do take care to practice with my gladius everyday I hardly consider myself a master swordsman) so I decided to join up with the others in the office.

They are certainly an interesting lot although no true Romans amongst them. Only got to chat with the Hyperborean (polite chap, brought wine, worshipped a demon apparently) and the scholar from the far east (A chinese scholar all the way out here? Fascinating.) as they are the only ones who actually speak Latin. Even they are difficult to understand with their strange accents and dialects. Don’t know much of the others. One, a troll I think, unnerves me somewhat with such strength but precision as well. Another, a zealot of YHWH and his carpenter son, carries two great shields into battle deflecting almost any blow. I can’t say much of the final, I think he has something to do with the church of YHWH but I honestly cannot be certain.

Had rather mixed fortunes on the job itself. Our first foray almost ended in absolute defeat as the shield zealot louded started speaking what I can only assume to be verses from his holy book given the fervor of his chanting and alerted the entire camp. Honestly I blame myself for not leading as a true Roman should and setting up a defensible position. We were swarmed by inumerable goblins and defeat seemed certain. Not being of much use in a melee (and my recent… injury not helping matters) I instead focused on using my powers as much as possible. Rather fascinating seeing all those strikes and lethal blows and then with a slight “push” seeing them miss their mark. I am certain now there is great potential in this ability and I should exercise it as one exercises ones body in the gymnasium.

Our second assault went much better, although we did accidently collapse a tunnel attempting to smoke them out of their entrenched position. All that remains now is to gather the spoils and turn over the leader’s head.

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