Drakhir’s Diary, 6.8.21

This place is evil and twisted.   We search this, for lack of a better phrase, haunted house for the child.  We find a ghostly nanny.  I speak with her and she runs away to go find the missing infant.  We find the body of the nanny in a trunk, and then the corpses of the children in a locked room, locked in an embrace in death.  The child’s dollhouse is a replica of this house, and shows all the hidden passages.  When I touch it, the ghosts of the children we met outside appear, and ask us to not touch their toys. This tells us the children outside were not real, but were likely bait.

Then the boy attempts to possess me.  I retain control, however, he is inside me, and the terror he feels threatens to overwhelm me.  As long as he was with me, his powerful emotions threatened to cause outbursts of fear and childish tantrums.  I manage to keep it under control, however, and we go do what we must. 

In what appears to be the master bedroom, we find a condescending letter to the owner from the overlord of the area – one Stradh.  The master of the house sounds like a jerk, cheating on his wife with the nanny and fathering a bastard on her.  The overlord doesn’t sound any better, though. 

We search the rest of the house, and then take a secret stairway to the basement.  We find all manner of unholy things down there, an altar to the noble overlord, rooms dedicated to torture and death. 

In what appears to be a second bedroom, we find the former master of the house, dangling from a noose.  His wife, now undead, bursts out and attacks us.  The party makes quick work of her, as I stand paralyzed in the terror coming from the child at the sight of what used to be his mother. We find a suicide letter to his children, apologizing for everything. We also found a letter from the lady of the house, saying she was going to sacrifice an innocent. Whether this was the nanny or the bastard child of her husband, we do not know.

We then find the crypts prepared for the family, and those of the children.  We put their bodies in their crypts, and our cleric says a prayer, and the spirit of the boy thanks me, and leaves to be at peace, thankfully for us both.

We find another stairway down, and a very unholy room filled with evil relics.  There is also a dungeon, mostly unoccupied (one skeleton is still shackled).  We also find a water filled room with an altar.  When we investigate it, a portcullis slams down, trapping most of us inside and Revlok on the outside (he had gone harrying off for some reason).  A golem-like creature animates as voices chant and tell us one of us must be sacrificed.  We refuse and start fighting the creature as it hits us with waves of terror and strikes at Cardiel and I with his misshapen limbs.  As Cardiel and I hack and slash at the creature, we see an infant inside it, I manage to grab it and tear it out of the creature, which collapses. We take a few moments to determine what our next steps should be, and if the house will let us leave.

Khaavrens Diary, 6.3.21

Our mission has been a success!

Lulu was right.  We were able to redeem Zariel, and she and the other imprisoned angel have restored Elturel to its place on the prime material plane.    Nienor is back with her true master, and I feel a empty for the lack of her presence.  Although, I must say, I do feel … more like I used to be. Less judgemental, less decisive and certain of my actions.

I’ve also learned that apparently Zariel was the one who imprisoned Mooncolour, so she is still a little sore about that.

We encountered Zariel over the remains of Elturel, and with Lulu’s assistance, I was able to persuade her to come back to the light. She brought Elturel back from hell, and we were heralded as heroes. Apparently I am physically changed as well as matured in person, as my wings are still there, although my eyes have gone back to their pre-sword blue. This will make it harder to blend in and avoid the drow assassination squads, which are undoubtedly still after me.

After a bit, we are back in Baldur’s Gate again.  Our reward was a thousand platinum and the Vanthampor manor house.   We start the process of removing all the infernal items and getting new furniture, although we also hired some guards and servants.  I get the guards outfitted and we start getting everyone situated.  We leave for Candlekeep in two weeks to see if we can get transported to Cania.

Apparently, the same demon knows something about restoring Kavyre’s memory as well as a contract Daerian has.  We have a plan in the making, and preparations to make.

Korvias Pipeleaf’s journal 5.30.21

Well, we managed to find the dwarf and rescue him, and clear Waveecho Cavern.

Now we’re on our way south to the town of Greenest. 

We arrived, only to find the town on fire and being attacked by kobolds.  Kobolds?   They refuse to speak with me, and even attack me on sight.  I’m at a loss, and somewhat stunned, but managed to react in combat despite my shock and reluctance.  This is the first time I’ve ever seen other kobolds, and I’m trying to remember what my parents told me of them and trying to determine what they chose not to say.

Unlike halflings, they would say, different tribes of kobolds are inherently hostile to one another.  That must be why they are hostile to me, despite our shared heritage.  Also, they seem to all be different colors – and all of them are chromatic, not metallic.  I wonder if that is why they were aggressive to me. Is it because they’re descended of chromatic dragons who follow Tiamat and not metallic, like me, who tend to follow Bahmut? Does that hatred mean I’m going to be attacked by all chromatic kobolds?

Still, it disturbs me, all the more so when I find they’re allies with human dragon-worshipping cultists.  What is it with humans, can’t they worship their own ancestors and leave ours alone?

We destroy three groups of kobolds and make it to the keep while the blue dragon flies overhead.  I’m not sure he’ll attack the keep, but we’ll see.  The villagers and soldiers inside are immediately hostile to me, thinking I’m one of the other kobolds, but my party convinces them otherwise. 

This is going to require some thought and introspection. Perhaps I need to capture someone or talk with them in a peaceful environment? Will all chromatic kobolds attack me on sight? Will my own tribe even know I’m one of them or will the Darkhorn tribe attack me as an outsider? Will I ever be accepted by other kobolds? Although my parents raised me well, they didn’t teach me their language – a cultural thing, and I think, one of self protection. Instead they had a librarian teach me draconic, perhaps expecting I’d eventually go back to my own kind. But did they know I’d be greeted with hostility?

And… What about dragons? Are they just as bad?

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