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Entry #1 : The Party and the Potions Mistress
Day 01, Year 831;

Fate has brought me to the company of uncanny folks; adept but uncanny. The team that I have been working with for some time are quite diverse in both race, class and expertise. It is more than enough to say that our differences in the aforementioned classifiers definitely come with different ideals, beliefs and objectives.

The small one, Ducky, is perky. I do not remember if she mentioned her full name when she introduced herself and if she did, I must have forgotten but her pet name suites her quite well. She’s very boisterous for a paladin. You would think that a person of such class would collect him or herself in a manner that is noble and of divine elegance but she does not exude that at all especially when she punched me while we were in the dingy kobold’s lair. The little one makes me think that she’s on an adventure for two reasons 1. For the sake of it and 2. To learn more about the world. Her going out of her bubble was a big mistake and I hope she notices it when it’s too late.

It amuses me how the world is slowly corrupting her “sense of self and justice” so to speak. Surely, the world will twist and break her like anyone, who is birthed to this realm, experiences. One would expect that someone would care but that someone is not me.

On the other side of the spectrum is of unholy appearance. He goes by the name Barakas Obamas and almost refers to himself in the 3rd person but let's just call him Barakas. It is of utmost importance that power does not fall in his hands which is regrettable since he has obtained a drake which he calls his son and is responsive to the name, “Jerod”. I have seen a lot of daft sentient creatures in my lifetime but this “thing” is no more than a beast in his conduct. One evening when we were running and hiding away from our pursuers, we failed in avoiding combat and had to fight due to my own bad luck. Instead of grabbing and using his weapon, he opted to throw a pebble which did not do much. Luckily, we were able to defeat them and the members of the team were unharmed.

If this is the kind of able-bodied beings that are being drafted, I cannot say much as to how the army will be victorious against the monsters that we are facing. It will take a miracle to win such a war and I’m pretty sure that you, gods of the realm, are enjoying your little game of thrones - throwing your set of dice around, devilishly enjoying this realm’s misfortune yet being gracious at the last minute no?

Let us not forget the silent but deadly leader of the pack, Corporal Martell. All men, even in their extreme machismo and bravado, know when to stop being such an unwanted thorn on one’s rose. Yet, I am pretty sure that Des would love and look up to this person. After all, my little brother loves a good tragic hero - a man who is in search of power, who wants to prove himself because he feels inferior but blind to his own superiority complex which ultimately causes his demise. To weave such a story, to be able to direct it and to induce suffering to this man over and over again even after his passing would be amazing.

Have you ever then wondered what it’s like to be this guy where people love him but no one actually likes him? If he were to die due to DEATH’s untimely knocking at his door, it would be appropriate to say that he died in vain

Finally, the most fascinating creature that I have ever come across is this anthropomorphic bird who is somewhat a harbinger of death. To say that he is DEATH would be an insult to the being himself but this bird, Jean Luc Pikaw, comes close. This Pikaw has a fetish for feet, dead feet, that he would happily nibble on. The touch of his black flipper was able to disintegrate a drake to its bare frames and when you look into his beady eyes, they are just like endless pits of pure nothingness. I wonder what would happen if I scoop his eyes out of his skull - will it just be literally pits of nothingness? Ah but if I did, he would not be as interesting anymore since no one would have any windows to look into this creature - we would have no way of knowing what he thinks since he cannot be understood and he will be in complete isolation unless he channels his consciousness to what lies beyond this realm. Of course, that is he ever finds someone like him.

To be honest, what I find more unusual is that I have been conscripted into the army even if I am of abnormal origin. Half-elves are, after all, not exactly of the mortal realm nor are we of what humans would think is beyond the boundary.

The mortal beings must be so desperate to defeat these gigantic serpentine creatures that leave nothing but destruction and demise in their wake when they, themselves, are of destructive nature albeit capable of good deeds. If there is one thing I am most aware of and have taken to heart in my 225 years is that no matter how good a person is, if they have no strong sense of who they are and/or what they stand for, give them a little push, inspire their greed, cloud their judgment and they will certainly do wrong. It’s the same for doing the right thing as well and yet, here we are.

Similar to the case that we are currently handling. Commander General Softpaw has given us a task to escort a potions mistress, Lucinda Alhertin, convicted of dragon-worship. Dragon-worship is considered as treason. Her nephew, Dylan, confessed to the crime yet all testimonies are against the boy being the prime suspect and even if he is, it is uncharacteristic of him. Everyone who knew him thought of him as a sweet boy and thus, the party has been led to believe that he has been controlled or brainwashed to murder his Aunt. Supporting this information is the fact that Jerod smelled a third unidentified smell in the area.

Other pieces of information found were the green orb and the blood in the bowl. Corporal Martell figured out that the murderer was left-handed and that the swing came from above. He also visibly noticed that Lucinda was kneeling while she was struck from behind as the ceremonial dagger was found lodged in her back. It is sufficient to say that either she was in the middle of her worship or that she was forced into that position to stage that she was a dragon worshipper instead of her just simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It is also worthy to note that she has a lot of cuts found on her arm and a fresh wound was found on her decayed body that the blood found on the bowl could be hers but what if it was made to look like that?

A lot of creatures do self-inflicted wounds for sheer pleasure. Her being a potions mistress could mean that she’s been using her blood to make potions that require blood. Also, the halfling mentioned something about the cabinet/table holding the dragon statue. During our first investigation, it passed over our heads that the dust has been newly settled on both the “altar” and where it has been placed as opposed to the other areas of the basement. I cannot get rid of the nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, the whole town has been under the influenced of the orb and that everyone’s memories have been...altered. Instead of Lucinda being the traitor, she might have been in fact trying to lift the curse since the elf who was posing as a vagrant did mention that she was inquiring about a scroll that could lift the curse.

I am now in possession of the green orb and of the dragon dagger. The team does look at me funny when I nonchalantly cut myself and offer my blood in order to find out the answer to this murder mystery. The vagrant did warn us that this orb is of otherworldly aura and has the power to alter memories and so, I have taken it to myself to write down everything that happens. For as much as I want to forget and just live my life entertaining the masses, I cannot especially my own personal mission. This, however, would be a good story to tell.

I have a lot of hypotheses to this riddle and it has certainly gotten my attention that I have forgotten to look for clues and the whereabouts of my remaining family. Coming from someone who used to be the star of the theatre troupe, you wouldn’t expect such a mind but literature and the humanities do offer insight to the psyche - almost to the point of paranoia.

I’m torn, my dear gods.

On the one hand, I’m still bent on exacting my wrath against those who tore us apart but on the other hand, it has been… fun being with this ragtag group. Who would have thought that it’s possible to find people[I] that you can consider er… a new family? in this wretched world. [/I]

It’s concerning and I hate it. I’m not religious but if you gods are real, someone… anyone, please give me a sign that I’m right.

As above, so below.
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My trip to Wellspring
We went to Wellspring yesterday! People don't smell like wet fur here. So much better than 'Tour'. The people here don't mind me smelling them...or at least they don't notice. The furry peoples are a lot more jumpy. Dad and I talked a lot on the way here, and...OOOOO OOOO and I helped him bite a baddie then he took out a bow and 'ended; one super duper far away. Dad is SOOOO cool, it was like magic. Dad was really proud of me and gave me my favorite cheese biscuits!

On the way here, I asked dad, if I had a mom...and he said I didn't need a mom, he didn't either. He said, I had it better then he. I had Uncle Chicken, Uncle Marty, Aunt Duck and Aunt Tuna. I don't know... I guess Aunt Duck is pretty silly, she keeps trying to scare villagers with a giant duck. She even gave my new friend two apples. Aunt Tuna doesn't play with me much, but she's super smart. She solved all of the things...that needed ...solving. I wanted to play with her today, but all she wanted to do was play 'glass ball tag' with the strange smelling lady and my friend's master. Uncle Marty is really strong, he 'ended' so many of the things, he talks weird...people seem to listen to him... like a teacher..or a pack leader. Last but not least is Uncle Chicken...I don't really understand him. But he is a wonderful magician. He once had a foot in his fin and he turned a full circle and the foot was suddenly GONE. Sometimes when I am cold, and dad's busy I like to hide in his's really warm there.

THIS HAS BEEN AN AMAZING TRIP. Except... sometimes before dad goes to sleep, he's different from when he's outside. He drinks the smelly yellow liquid and water comes out of his eye holes...I think he's really lonely...but I know this trick when I crawl onto his chest , I can force him to smile with my spells.
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Coming together and the Murder
Mother, Father,

I travelled north as you suggested and have joined with the strangest of folks. Most of them don't like that i'm small, but I'm winning them across slowly but surely. One has a pet drake that we saved when it was an egg, he however treats it as his son. It's quite perplexing and I'm sure the man isn't quite right of mind. Then there is a lady, almost twice my height, can you believe it, so tall!! Anyway she seems a little bit shady although hasn't crossed us yet. Now the next is a really tall man whom definitely didn't like that i was small of stature, and practically laughed when i put on my armour and strapped my sword to my back. We've had a few battles since we met and i think the trust is building - only as far as he can throw me, which actually isn't far with all my gear on but lets hope he gets stronger. Lastly is the strangest of creatures, to be quite honest I'm not sure what he is, but he's proved useful. This one doesn't really like our rations; prefers feet - human, kolbolds and so on, it's rather intriguing.

We are currently trying to solve a murder of a traitorous dragon worshipping lady. By all means i'm glad she's dead, but it seems to not be that simple. Her apprentice has a befuddled brain and does not recall what made him kill her and guilt consumes him for committing the act but not that it needed to be done. I'm tempted to write a letter of recommendation to Father Alstan, I think he'd be an apt addition to the Church.

The war continues to ravage The North and there seems to be betrayers abundant, even within the higher ranks of the military. Of course i can't give you any more details than that incase this letter doesn't make it to you but alas, more to speak about when next we meet.

Your loyal daughter,

P.S. The south seems relatively safe for the moment.

P.P.S. Give my hugs to all our little ducks, and I hope the last hatchings went without problems.

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Act 1: Uncertain paths to break an ancient curse
Jean Luc Pikaw looks out with two beady black eyes over the horizon, a pile of charred bodies littered around his two dangling chicken legs and the blackened log which he is currently using as a seat. Bringing a humanoid foot to his beak, he silently strips flesh from bone and gobbles each succulent morsel. How does it feel to speak but never be understood? Pikaw? What does it mean to have wings but be unable to fly? Pikaw? Why are burnt feet so delicious? Pikaw?

The world is full of mysteries and in his adventure with his strange new companions, further new mysteries are revealed. Who is the traitor leading new recruits to be ambushed and killed? Who killed the miners in the miner’s camp? Why did the alchemist start worshipping dragons and why did his nephew uncharacteristically murder her? Why does the taste of burnet feet the taste you can never get enough of?

Peck* Gobble*

Clutching his holy symbol, Pikaw begun to pray, seeking guidance from the three great goddesses for any sign that his quest to break the ancient Kenku curse is still on the right path. Nothing appeared but the scent of deliciousness continued to waft through the air.
Sighing, Pikaw picked up another foot.
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Act 1: Let the intrigue begin...
In a time beset by war and dragonfire, one must choose his bedfellows carefully. For when things are desperate, those weak of spirit will fall victim to the false temptations of safety.

Our adventurers have been tasked to bring a traitor to justice. A once simple task, but now turned into a weave of intrigue. For when they arrived at their destination, the traitorous potion mistress lay dead before them. Her apprentice freely admits guilt but seems distraught over his inexplicable actions. With little evidence to go by and even less motivation unraveled, how will this band of adventurers solve this mystery?
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