Post by andrew on Nov 23, 2016 11:49:32 GMT -5
1
Among my traveling companions there are those from different corners of our world. I thought for a moment I would not be able to go unnoticed before this journey because of my own kind’s somewhat rareness outside the Underdark. In any case, a group as diverse as the one I travel with will likely be noticed for just that, the diversity, rather than my own rareness specifically. There are times on this caravan haul that I must keep the Veil from coming out. I sense the others know there is something dark in me but I’m sure they don’t know the full extent.
Winterhold tomorrow. And I’ve heard Shar has a presence there. Meditation and Instruction will come soon.
2
An uneventful last day of the journey north aside from one oddity. A man in full, gleaming plate was laying about the road roughly thirty miles outside the city gates. We inspected and I immediately recognized the mark of Helm on his armor. I somewhat nonchalantly took a step back from the Paladin and let the others fuss over him. The Druid, Sianda, appeared to be gauging and probing for a magical essence about him and must have seen what I did upon first inspection. His armor was glowing a dull blue in my eyes. Hints of a spell or a righteousness of the dive beset upon him.
The man awoke, and heeded us take him to Winterhold. The rest brought it to a vote, agreed, and I nodded. We’re going there anyway, and some Helmish paladin reporting the darkness I’m sure he saw of me when he awoke to his lawful God would not make a helpful argument. I hope to be rid of his sight once we arrive.
3
Nalthar is his name. He described an amulet belonging to Helm that needs requisition. Upon entering the city we’ve curtailed for weeks, he beckoned us forth to the chapel of Helm. Winterhold, for the record, is not much to look at, more sparse than the peasant villages in the Under. Besides the chapel and a large stone mansion, as well as a few houses, there were but several hawkers, a blacksmith, armorer and an inn. Of course as well as the cow shit and the grime. Nalthar barely took his eyes from me the entirety I was in the chapel with the others. I assume he was uncomfortable. In fact I know, seeing as how before departing, we were told to eat and rest and walk about the town if we wished, whereupon four men stood to his flank looking directly at me, hands to pommels. I would obviously be followed. I chose to stay and meditate. I doubt father’s voice will come through the roof of this such place, but I will be listening if it does. I have agreed to accompany the group to find the amulet our holy host is requesting. My interest lies with the rumor that it currently is held in a temple of Shar. It sounds a good opportunity to find out why she thinks she owns me, and how to kill her.
4.
I heard a great show of acrobatics was to be seen at some point before we met that early morning outside the gates. Sianda and Rinria apparently made a game of getting over a stone wall, only to be immediately questioned by a displeased guard at what turned out to be the Mayor’s mansion. It might be worth looking in to upon our arrival back.
Nalthar led us to a wood where he told us his men have not come back from. I don’t know what these woods draw upon but I do know they were somewhat peaceful to me, and Sianda, looking on, looked worried for their sake. I took it upon myself to cover our ass end at which point the halfling yelled back to me some curse. Immediately we were beset on three sides by humans in black robes. They fell fairly quickly. The half-orc we travel with likes to throw things.
5
After a time in the woods we came across a crypt, a sepulchre really. I quite enjoyed the aesthetic, though it seems there was some discomfort from some of the others. We enter.