Mas of year 59: Log of events
Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2020 3:23 pm
Day 1 at 6 p.m.
Dark clouds started forming in the sky and distant moans could be heard. As I was clearing the front of the gate of undead, I suddenly heard a loud scream from above me. Soon something landed behind me, on the bridge, and I turned around to aim at it with my bow. It was a halfling whose bones were broken from the fall, limbs twisted, lying in the pool of his own blood. He should have been dead yet he stood up and his limbs "fixed" themselves.
I demanded to know his purpose, ready to fire an arrow at him. He said he's forgotten how long but he has been a toy of the Blood God, sent by him every Mas to afflict suffering through means that he does not know; a vessel to curses. I informed him he must be destroyed by asked about his origin first. He said he was once a foolish halfling who thought himself to be smarter than the Blood God, messing with the god and eventually the god messed with him back. When he died, he believes that the mercy of the other gods allowed his soul to only be used by the Blood God during Mas. I asked him if not killing him now would mean pain inflicted onto someone else. He said he doesn't know, that it could be another citizen, the entire realm or all of the land. Seeing as he was beyond my help, and I didn't want anyone else to bear the curse he's intended to bring, I shot him through his heart.
The halfling fell down but his body didn't stay still for long. Through his skin a bloodied-red skeleton of someone larger, either a human or an elf, arose. It looked like a Lich and spoke: "Do you really think Moshran himself would care for such a low halfling? Or you?" I told him I believe everything and nothing when it is Mas. It told me that is smart, that I should not trust anyone, not even my closest friends because "who knows who truly is under their skin". It stepped back and reanimated the corpse of the halfling as a zombie that attacked me. After destroying it the red skeleton started speaking in the ancient language so I rushed at it, swinging my battle staff. I hit it square on its skull but it vanished right after that.
Bashing the red skeleton left behind a chunk of its skull. At first I didn't touch it but after some prodding with my staff, I picked it up carefully and put it away. The feeling it gives off is difficult to describe; it's not bad or good, just... strange.
The bridge currently has a large pool of blood from the cursed halfling and neither the halfling or the Lich have reappeared in the hours that I've guarded the gate and written this report.
~~ Sir S'rrt K'shire
Dark clouds started forming in the sky and distant moans could be heard. As I was clearing the front of the gate of undead, I suddenly heard a loud scream from above me. Soon something landed behind me, on the bridge, and I turned around to aim at it with my bow. It was a halfling whose bones were broken from the fall, limbs twisted, lying in the pool of his own blood. He should have been dead yet he stood up and his limbs "fixed" themselves.
I demanded to know his purpose, ready to fire an arrow at him. He said he's forgotten how long but he has been a toy of the Blood God, sent by him every Mas to afflict suffering through means that he does not know; a vessel to curses. I informed him he must be destroyed by asked about his origin first. He said he was once a foolish halfling who thought himself to be smarter than the Blood God, messing with the god and eventually the god messed with him back. When he died, he believes that the mercy of the other gods allowed his soul to only be used by the Blood God during Mas. I asked him if not killing him now would mean pain inflicted onto someone else. He said he doesn't know, that it could be another citizen, the entire realm or all of the land. Seeing as he was beyond my help, and I didn't want anyone else to bear the curse he's intended to bring, I shot him through his heart.
The halfling fell down but his body didn't stay still for long. Through his skin a bloodied-red skeleton of someone larger, either a human or an elf, arose. It looked like a Lich and spoke: "Do you really think Moshran himself would care for such a low halfling? Or you?" I told him I believe everything and nothing when it is Mas. It told me that is smart, that I should not trust anyone, not even my closest friends because "who knows who truly is under their skin". It stepped back and reanimated the corpse of the halfling as a zombie that attacked me. After destroying it the red skeleton started speaking in the ancient language so I rushed at it, swinging my battle staff. I hit it square on its skull but it vanished right after that.
Bashing the red skeleton left behind a chunk of its skull. At first I didn't touch it but after some prodding with my staff, I picked it up carefully and put it away. The feeling it gives off is difficult to describe; it's not bad or good, just... strange.
The bridge currently has a large pool of blood from the cursed halfling and neither the halfling or the Lich have reappeared in the hours that I've guarded the gate and written this report.
~~ Sir S'rrt K'shire
