Today's Happenings

Despite Saint Galwyn's martyred death, we were able to bravely stave off hordes of heretical Androth cultists. Pelor's trust in me was unwavering, as I had witnessed no weakness in my divine power. With my efforts, and thus the implied efforts of Pelor himself, we were able to survive long enough for Katagon to open an escape portal. We went through it, even though we surly could have handled the rest of those fallen to Androth's influence. I could not stand another moment near so many unrepentant heretics. 

Next time, I will have steeled myself to the point where the only mercy they shall see from Pelor, shall be in death. 

A Repentence

OH PELOR,

I REPENT FOR EVER WORSHIPING A MERE MORTAL, THE WICKED ANDROTH, OVER YOUR ALMIGHTY BEING!

PLEASE FORGIVE ME, AS I HAVE SINNED.

MAY MY COMPANIONS STILL FIND ETERNAL SALVATION THROUGH YOUR LIGHT.

MAY SAINT GALWYN REST IN PEACE, HE DIED A TRUE MARTYR.

I SHALL MAKE AMENDS, ALL SHALL KNOW YOUR NAME.

THIS, I SWEAR IN YOUR NAME.

-YOUR EVER-LOYAL PATRIARCH, DR. ROLAND BLOODAXE.

Today's Happenings

Last Session's Happenings

We bravely fought and slayed the unholy spider. With Pelor's blessings, it was hardly a fight at all.

Then, we continued our deep investigation of the Cult. After interviewing two cult members, we determined that they come from all walks of life, and have diverse motives including job stability.

After exploring the tunnels some more, we come across a sort of office. Borik Stronghand found a secret compartment with 4 books; they were on on alchemy, time travel, ancient peoples of Freevale, and a strange tale of Melandis. A great find, as expected of the Templar of the Order of the Purest Light.

We suspected that putting the books back in their proper location in the nearby bookcase would activate some sort of door. However, the false idol Denir must have misled the party, as nothing happened. Why must heretics exist? Had it not been for them, we would have spent our time more wisely.

During our thorough search of the underground base, a great horn blew, and the cult members flocked down the tunnel. We blended into the misguided flock of cultists, and made it to a ominous gathering point. Damacus Vandril appeared. We could feel his sense of superiority and hear his evil, yet melodious voice.

We watched in horror as he unveiled his captives on display. 

The first was Councilman Avanathus, of Perdigrad. He is a leader of the city, who knows what could happen with demise? We know Perilla Gellard plots a revolution in Perdigrad, maybe his death would be the spark she needs?

The second captive was Sage of Ragrokor, Ortan. His wit and vision led him to created a civilized hobgoblin town, and his wisdom allowed a Copolds temple to be built and run there. If he dies, would the hobgoblins revert to their unbaptized states?

The third captive was Loris Saverin, Magistrate of Melandis. He is the one who started our journey, and gave our company the start it needed. He gave us our purpose. We are in many ways in his eternal debt.

My heart nearly stopped when the fourth captive was revealed to be Galwin. He has looked out for us, the party, and has been our guide through our time in the Order of St. Jauffre, Without him, could we even survive?

The anticipation of what will come next rattles my bones. May Pelor of mercy on their souls, and on ours.

Today's Happenings

We put disguises back on, since the main house was dusty. No reason to sully our Priest's garbs, now.

The we thoroughly investigated the main house, and found the following intel:

1. Another letter detailing Salandra's elopement.
2. A portrait of Salandra Vandril, for which I sketched an accurate stencil copy.
3. A root plant that was responsible for the Estate's cook's death. Mo gave the cook his last Peloran rites.
4. A map of the Freevale with important annotations.
5. A scroll with odd writing on it.

After completing our main objective (to gather intel), we shifted our focus to the odd statue in the courtyard. I determined the stone statue was hollow, with my keen sense of stone. Mo read out the statue's inscription, which activated a secret staircase to a mysterious underground. There, we expertly avoided traps and came across a mass gathering of the Cultists. 

It seemed like Pelor guided me by instinct, since the real filth that the disguises protected us from are the Cultists of Androth. WIth them, we were able to blend in and begin to gather intel we couldn't begin to fathom. Before that, however, my "instincts" (In truth, Pelor's subconscious guiding) again led me towards an unholy beast, a giant spider we must defeat.

Today's Happenings

As we ventured forth, we came across a series of volcanic vents. I was obviously able to cross the treacherous vents with Pelor's blessing.

We move onto the prairie, where Mr. "the heretic" Tran discovered a locked box. Tran was able to open it, revealing a mysterious map, and an old Book of Balmera. I am able to figure out the map Tran found is a mining survey map, so it could be used to find treasure.

As we edged towards our destination, we had a touching moment with Galwyn. This did not stop our dreams of doom, our croak dreams. Maybe being mushy with a non-believer is a bad idea?

We continued our trek towards the Vandrille Estate, for which Galwyn scouted ahead. He instructs us not to enter the estate without him. While trailing behind, Mo Kaelin found an odd totem. Interested in its religious meaning, I read the totem's inscription and received a mysterious blessing. Of ocurse it was likely from Pelor, or maybe one of his underling deities. There was a tribute of silver coins buried under the totem, so whoever left it there must have had almost as much devotion as I do to Pelor.

Charles found a abandoned tower, where we discovered the Vanrdille clan banner. Vandrille banner is maroon field with a silver crown, a nice design. Too bad it belongs to an enemy.

We meet at the rendezvous point where we waited for Galwyn. No horrific dreams, just tension-filled dreams instead. Deciding Galwyn may be in trouble, we began to infiltrate the estate.

Our hands burn and and our hands are magically branded with an odd, heretical symbol. I remembered the symbol is similar to a script found with Cult of Androth member we slayed at the Rusty Scabbard inn, months ago. I resisted the deep urge to purge the symbol from my hands, though Buddy could not. His devotion to Pelor is so deep.

I made my own entrance through the estate's walls, using the spell Stone Shape. While investigating the estate, we find it is seemingly abandoned. I expertly find a parchment that says "The lady has made her decision. The lady is going to abscond from her brother, as she can no longer take his madness." "The lady" is likely Lady Vandrille, who I now feel could be a great ally for the cause. 

Buddy realized the estate's fountain was filled with scum, and decides to dunk his head inside in a moment of divine inspiration. He was able to find a silver key. The key is able to open the door to the main house. The party splits into two groups, one enters the main house while the other enters a courtyard.

Now, we shall discover what awaits.

Today's Happenings

We were bid farewell by the order before going on our mission and given reward of gold, for our efforts in killing the ghouls. Chisabelle had her wages garnished, of course. Becoming of a Copolds Acolyte, she insisted on paying her entire reward to me as part of her debt repayment. I graciously accepted her initiative.

We set off east, through the Outlands. There, we found a tower of white stone, with a historical record of Freevale carved in. Galwyn explained that the monument was from before the Freevale was truly free. He taught us about Androth's conquest of the Freevale, which before him had been divided into several rival kingdoms. Androth easily conquered the peoples of the land, divided as they were. Countless people rallied together for their freedom against Androth, and in the process forged both a common identity, and built the foundation for their freedom.

The tower's bottom had the earliest history, new rings were added upon top to add to the record. Perhaps one day more rings shall be added, featuring both Pelor and his Copolds faithful.

Borik found an odd bush with pink and white berries, and gathered 10 of both. Using my knowledge of the world, I determined they were moonberries, of which the pink unripe and as such, are poisonous. The white ones can be eaten. The rest of the CoW gathered the berries, and they would come in handy later.

We encountered Zuruk, an avid duelist and weapon collector. He challenged Tran to a duel, a challenge of skill and strength. He was somewhat impressed with the heretic, but claimed "the blades sing, but not with each other." Surly Zuruk meant that only Pelor will bring Mr. Tran to greater skill and strength. Such a wise man. After all, Zuruk is a master of the Blademaster art. His greatest weapon is a mastercraft sunblade, forged in his homeland in the far east. An interesting man, he told us of his greatest opponent, his teacher. Before parting, Zuruk warned of us of a local cyclops.

After travelling deeper into the Outlands, I bravely repelled a anti-Peloric gang of Gnomes, without help. I had defeated them so quickly that the CoW couldn't even react to help. I wondered if the heretics in our company would have sided with the devilish gang, had I not put them in their place.

Later, Mo Kaelin found a gruesome scene, a dead couple lying near a dead bear. He skinned the bear and obtained its hide. The woman was named Dana, as we discovered when Buddy found her journal. It detailed their plans and efforts to find Androth's Crown Jewel, the site of his final battle, near an important forest. It mentioned a city called Northgate, and we discovered a standard Freevale map with some locations marked off. Bishop Kaelin and I held a Copolds funeral rite for Dana and her man. As such, their spirits were laid to rest.

We continued further east, and found an abandoned mine. There, we found a locket held in the hands of a deceased miner. Inside a love letter meant for Reysa of Eastgate. The Company resolved, under oath of Pelor, to deliver this last letter.

Finally the CoW came upon the local Cyclops. He had illegally occupied a farmhouse, probably abandoned by good, Pelor-fearing folk upon his arrival. So we decided to rid the world of his evil, and to avenge the farmers he drove away. Borik poisoned the cyclops with some of our pink moonberries. He coughed and proved it would take more than that to take him down. He quickly woke up and attacked the party, like the monster it is.

Tran the heretic, attempted to draw the Cyclops' attacks, but failed from his lack of faith in Pelor.
The Bloodaxe guided me in combat, and so did Pelor's divine grace. Buddy "Ice Knife" Bloodaxe used his ice knifes, of course. Together, we managed to defeat the Cyclops without injury.

In the Cyclops' pouches, we discovered a book that detailed the wealthy Vandril estate, of which the Cult of Androth's leader, Damacus, is the sole male heir. However, he does have a sister who could lay claim to the fortune. She may be a powerful ally, given the right incentive. 

 Pelor must be very pleased with our Company recently. However, I'm sure he will give us greater challenges in the future in order to grow our faith.

Praise Pelor, Praise the Sun!