The Jackal’s Price: LoF Session XXXVII
From the Journals of Glarthobbalvot Treeglabarrow the Most Excellent
From the Journals of Glarthobalvott Treeglabarrow the Most Excellent Cataloger of Interesting Things of Interest
My nephew. On the day that I forgive you for your betrayal (assuming I one day take revenge on the Illustrious Queen Whore Bitch of the Devils first). You may be in a time or a place where you have before you the double edged sword of a taboo experience. The risk of the unknown is the substance of life! You will of course partake in the whatever that happens to be. I do have one point, however I would offer. Possession by a demon, I would advise against. Not for the insatiable urge to kill your compatriots, mind you. nor would I say the headache, the voices, or the insatiable tendency to find oneself inexplicably drawn to writing things in blood (it just looks pretty and feels right). No, it’s the damn ringing. Every time someone mentions “possession” or “demons” your ears ring so loud murder does in fact seem justifiable. So in the future, if you come across any books, and a Sphinx swears up and down that it caused him to be possessed, you will of course want to read it. This is only natural. After you do come back to this book and reread and remember your Uncle Glarthobalvott so you can remember. You despicable thieving bastard child.
The ringing and the pressure would arise each time a voice would instruct me as to my state. Inevitably of course I would scream at them for their endless stupidity. As it turns out they may have been right. While this may have been true… so was I. After vanquishing the vampires and the demon in the mosque, still, the only thing I could think of was the book. The monk and swordsman had already relinquished possession of it. Knowing that it would be destroyed as soon as we cleansed the temple, I found myself wondering what had overcome me to assist my companions rather than abandon them. It may yet be that the possession was not yet complete. It’s too bad I couldn’t have gotten a second look at the book to find out.
As we left the grounds we took stock of our belongings and met beast at the well. His aura was painfully annoying. Everything about him was annoying, but mostly, I found myself fixated on what he had in his possession. As he turned to fly off, it was as if everything moved in slow motion. I heard the voices in my head. I felt the burning in my breast. The disgust of my compatriots betraying me and destroying what deserved to by codified. Saved. Understood. Heard. There was no thought or consideration to the casting of Haste. It is a quick and well practiced spell. Before my companions could think to stop me I laid chase. What I would have done had I caught the beast as it flew to the well to destroy the book within the healing waters is probably best left unknown. Likely something to do with dying. In retrospect it’s very fortunate that Khatovar is so ungodly fast. He caught up to me while I turned to attempt to halt his progress with my magic.
Breathing dirt, I watched the Lammassu beast fade into the distance and could do nothing but curse. As the book was finally destroyed, like a veil, the darkness and weight on my mind lifted and I saw clearly for the first time a several days.
We set camp the even in the courtyard of a ruined temple. Our bags had been on the floor for only a few moments when the drums sounded. A wave of percussion echoed as out of the blackness came crashing toward us waves upon waves of human slaves and their Gnoll masters. The Lammassu, having returned to spend the night with us roused and mustered to defend the rear as Khatovar charged into the night straight at the horde.
Carefully avoiding the Monk, I crackled to each side the invisible poison the melts skin from flesh. A mysterious substance called Radiation, the knowledge of it’s existence and ability to be tapped by magical means I only recently acquired. As the monk fought, Ce-Tan rose behind us and cast his flame into the night. Those who slipped past both fire and poison were met in combat by the swordsman and the Lammassu.
I dropped several pits to block their path, but was forced to retreat behind Ce-Tan’s cleverly placed illusion which walled in the entrance to the courtyard, creating a funnel in which our enemies were forced to engage Faharid as they attempted to pass through the hall. The last of the armies of the carrion king had followed us. As we realized the Carrion King was upon us, Zayifed revealed himself and attempted to grab the Scroll. I scrambled away and we set upon him as he made himself invisible. Ce-Tan revealed him with Glitter Dust, and knowing he was found, he laughed, sank away from us with ease into the stone, and laughing, promised to let his minions do his work for him. When he had his chance to set upon us himself, he chose to toy with us instead.
Soon you will read again of how we meet him. This moment will come again, it must. It is as clear as the morning sun that our every step is watched, and we can feel him laying in wait. We must rush to find answers to unlock this power before he himself can gain entry to this scroll which we unwittingly brought out of the one place he could never reach it.We battled and struggled until our spells were spent and sword arms weak.