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Connor's log
17 Moevy**, Part 3/9

Only once all four of us had entered the barrow did the madman, who calls himself "The High Priest", decide to reveal his plan as he ignited the coffin full of explosives before trying to teleport away. Unfortunately, my old trick of tossing my target a silver flask with volatile explosives in backfired, and the priest tossed the thing right back at me, embedding shards of silver deep in my sides.

The details are sketchy, as me and Cal' were stuck holding the reanimated bloodey corpse-zombie-thing of Verac back, but from what I understand Kailisa and Elzbeth bound the priest to the spot, before assaulting him with high-power air spells. While he somehow managed to teleport away, judging by the cracking sounds we heard, his spine won't be in good shape any time soon.

Things went downhill, fast. The coffin was about to detonate, and Elzbeth put a shield over the thing as me and Cal' legged it, narrowly escaping Verac, Elzbeth and Kailisa following suit moments before the explosives in the coffin detonated, destroying most of the barrow with it...if Elzbeth hadn't put a shield around the coffin, we'd all be dead. The force from that explosion was....astronomical, but we were alive. Of course, you can't blow up an ancient burial mound in the myre without people noticing, and notice the vyrewatch did. So the group split up. And I was the weak one, limping along, side filled with jagged shards of metal leaving a blood trail Vyrewatch could smell from a mile away.

I got as far as Mort'ton. But by then, I could no longer run. Too many damned vyrewatch were after me****'Rott wasn't an option, and nor was the snail trail, so I had to stand my ground and fight about twenty vyrewatch at once...And somehow, I survived.
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25-Feb-2016 13:11:20

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17 Moevy**, Part 4/9

Well, in all fairness, I do partially know how I survived. Ever since slaying Drakan, I've felt...different. Slowly and subtly, over time, something evermore present when dispatching of Vampyres. And I finally used my full potential that night.

What happened next I can only describe as myself going "beserk". I drew an Icyenic blade from my back, and a blisterwood rod that I could use to channel magic (....i'm not even a mage...), and I gave the vyrewatch infernus on a silver platter. The first vyrewatch caught me by surprise, presumably the leader of the pack, swooping down and striking my mask, warping the adamantine badly, though my life remained intact.

After the first attack, I gave in to instinct. Instinctively using blood magic, tearing Vyrewatch from the skies only to carve them into pieces with the strongest silver blade I've ever seen. Tearing their throats out with my teeth alone...I wasn't aware of it, but apparently a few of the vyrewatch fled .

Must'** been quite a sight, because when my friends from the myreque came from Burgh' after leaving me for dead, their first act was to bind me to the spot, and the second was to tell me what I did was wrong.

I refuse to be talked to condescendingly for saving my own accursed life. These people may dislike my methods, but I get things done. Effectively. Yet Elzbeth, Calsidiu, even Gwen looked down at me for a time.

Calsidiu a little less so, he understands how things work in the swamp - kill or be killed, but I still feel that noone here trusts me after the fun I had with those vyres.
Then again, I heard that apparently I was laughing like a maniac while I was biting and clawing and ripping and tearing the vampyres apart....I don't remember laughing.
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25-Feb-2016 13:11:44

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17 Moevy**, Part 5/9

Skip to recently. The Myreque have barely anyone around. Myself, Calsidiu, Gwen, Draven, Strife and Proteus. In fact, Proteus even left to head off back to the helix recently....The myreque feels thin right now, flimsy, as if a single well-placed strike could bring it to it's knees. It's an...unnerving feeling.

Cal' recently got a new toy. Precisely, it's the damned finest silver blade I've ever seen. Extremely ornate, but it has enough stopping power to bring the inquisitor himself to his knees, and now, thankfully, it has a blisterwood handle. Whether Cal' has put it to good use or not is, for now, unknown.

However, this is where things go....back to the state of morally questionable. Since the blade's so strongly aligned to Saradomin, when we went off to the nature grotto to try and bless it, it rejected the blessing entirely. Gwen, Cal' and I realized that, since guthix demands balance, the only way to enchant the sword is to taint it with an evil act or ritual.

How that turned out I dare not write about. Only that as of yet, it's at a standstill.

In response to rumors of "drumming sounds and odd smells" in the myre, I went up north to investigate. What I found was...not what I expected in the slightest. Some odd hoodo-style priest ( Wooden mask and all! ) was tending a fire, burning something potent enough to keep the ghasts away. He claimed he'd been waiting "for me, or others like me, for we were all one in the same". He spoke in riddles when I tried to find out who he was and why he was doing what he was, but he did something very...odd. When I was uncertain as to whether or not I could trust him, he pulled out a talon .
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25-Feb-2016 13:12:08

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17 Moevy**, Part 6/9

Mind made up to trust him, he said that to let me see the path ahead, I needed to go fetch him a few things. Proteus helped me with the legwork, and one dead nailbeast later, the shaman preformed some...odd...magic. Ended up leaving me in an unpleasant dream-like state, and when I woke up there was nary a sign of his camp. What I saw in the dream was..impossible..but at the same time, I saw two possibilities. Life and death, and what I must do for whichever I wish. I've been needing guidance a long time now, and this may have just been it.

Draven, some hotshot from the Barrows tribes decided to join the myreque.. and showed up inside the base without being invited. The magically warded, impenetrable-without-the-******** base. Me and Cal' both nearly choked him to death until he said that the thief, Garrett, who'd been leaving told him. Cal' remarked that, although he'd only recently let Garrett into the fold, Garrett claimed to have overheard the ******** being used a fair while ago.

Of course, only me, Cal', and maybe Elzbeth and Gwen know the real problem with a thief being inside the base. In principal, the myreque have very little to steal, and the thief was going to help kill Vampyres, cremate the coprses and burn the remains.....however, the myreque were temporarily in posession of something worth MILLIONS. Zarosian runite armour. A full set, pristine condition. The luckiest find the myreque ever made when I decided we ought to start "borrowing" things from graves. Something worth three or four million coins isn't easy to find a buyer for, but now the damned thief has taken that problem, as well as most of our money, most of our gunpowder and all of our silver. ALL OF IT. The b****** even went through, opening up and emptying the specialized smokebombs of all their silver dust and gunpowder. The Myreque were robbed blind, and once we realized that, Me, Cal' and "Draven" were hot on the thief's heels.
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25-Feb-2016 13:12:28

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17 Moevy**, Part 7/9

Unfortunately, this "Garrett" is a sly fox of a fellow. After we followed his tracks all the way from Burgh' to outside paterdomus, we found odd markings suggesting he'd come face-to-face with a vyre. And won. It was a stroke of luck, but Draven spotted something just poking out of the bog - the runite chestplate! At least the front piece. From what we pieced together later on, it seemed that the thief had used the plate to stop a vyre from swooping down at him, before stunning it, tossing the plate away and running to the temple.

However, at the time we were just focused on recovering the thief, and out equipment. A very quick chat to Drezel pointed us to the columbarium, wherein there was a tiny, secret compartment that Drezel said the man who came by had unlocked. We quickly found it, only to find a present. Precisely, a flashbomb in a cupboard. Once we got our eyesight and senses (but not dignity) back, we had to admit that he was leaps and bounds ahead of us. Cal's keeping in touch with his network to see if any of the pieces end up being sold on the black market...with luck, we'll get that thief. Soon.

Draven, though, having proved his use, asked a favour of me. He seems to have a personal vendetta against Vampyres in general, especially after his whole village was wiped clean by them. Sounds like he has a family member, or lover, who was in the village, and after some arguing, I agreed to help him. His plan, simply, was to grab a vyrewatch, grill them for info on why an entire village vanished, and go from there.

Draven was excellent bait. Slipping a little silver into his blood and tossing him into sanguinesti until a vampyre dried to get a meal and ended up unconcious. Draven still seems to bear a grudge. He'll understand how things work, in time. For now, we have a vampyric "visitor" in one of the abandoned basements, east side of town.
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25-Feb-2016 13:13:08

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17 Moevy**, Part 8/9

"The Mort'ton Massacre", they're calling it. Words...do not do justice...to how I feel over it. I need time to think over the situation. And the cause. And the outcome.
But it disgusts me that some reborn newspaper company decided to try and make a few coins over the massacre. It's just wrong on so many levels.

Cal' seems to have ended up with a new suit of armor (New as in new to the myre, the armour itself has seen more fights than Cal's seen drops of alchohol), which he wanted to give a field test. Since I'd recently finished putting the Godsword Shard to good use (creating a steel blade around it to act as a vessel for the immensely powerful shard), we decided to investigate the shaman hoodo priest. He'd vanished,entirely, barely a trace that he'd ever been there, save for the scorched ground where the fire had been. The two theories are there's a madman running around lighting hallucinogenic fires, or it was some kind of spirit.

On our way back from an uneventful trip, though, chaos aplenty happened. Me and Cal' ran into none other than The Inquisitor, who appears to be much more insecure...even HE was uppity over the Mort'ton Massacre. He struck out a deal, saying he'd lift off his harassment of supply lines if we told him why the Judge was interested in him (Typical vyrelord, thinking that a sickle symbol refers to him, not to the Myreque personally...). We said the Judge suspected the Inquisitor had sensetive knowledge about him, and the Inquisitor, grudgingly said /one/ supply run would be left alone.

Of course, when I casually asked how he'd feel if he knew who the person responsible for the mass-vyre-slaughter in Mort'ton was...he was very interested. Until I pulled my facemask down and showed him my teeth....and a tiny blisterwood twig. He seemed to take offense, leaving me and Calsidiu with a "parting gift"...

...six bloodveld* attacking from both sides.
Just great.
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25-Feb-2016 13:13:38

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17 Moevy**, Part 9/9

Though it was a tough fight, and I feel that luck was more than a small element to our success, we managed it. Even with Cal' wielding only a sickle to begin with, we managed it. Cal' taking on three and taking a few direct hits (not to mention being used as a crunchy chew-toy by a bloodveld...) while massacring them, and while I did the same, mostly.

Something unforgettable happened, though. I was in the midst of combat with my side of bloodvelds (by this point, the inquisitor had scampered off), and I was dealing with two side-to-side, while a third to the back was charging up a VERY nasty-looking blood spell. However, I managed to kick one of it's fellow kin between me and it, blocking it's attack....and it exploded. It. Exploded. It just charged up the blood spell too strong to handle and went "Splat!"...so, with half my job done for me, and covered in red Giblets, I swiftly dealt with the other two, though I let Cal' christen the new "Godsword" by finishing off the final one. As I write this, Cal's currently seeming drunk off of the tiny bit of potent Icyenic whiskey I was once payed for a bounty. I also learnt some very useful information...the pain of that fight could have been saved had I actually used the holy water on my belt. Oh well, everyone learns.

On note of the Vault, I'm so close now I can taste the seals coming loose. Calsidiu pulled through, and we now have the blood talisman. Jikrak's working with the temple knights to get the final three talismans..and then, then we'll see what the vault truly holds. Decades of work are about to come to fruition.
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25-Feb-2016 13:14:16

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Rologarth said :

Calsidiu's Log
Gullday, Moevyng 17th

Well, despite being robbed blind, we still managed to keep some of our bite. Though all our spare silver, mithril, and a good portion of our gold are gone, we were left with our personal weapons. It's a small blessing, but I count it. I've got eyes and ears looking out for the thief that stole so much from us. I will ensure he pays dearly. Nobody f*cks with us.

Speaking of personal equipment, I had two very important parcels reach Paterdomus. I had Elzbeth and Draven deliver the larger package to the Burgh through an untested supply route and they managed to slip by the Inquisitor's gaze. The smaller, I and Connor picked up. Now I have a rather bulky, but functional, set of armor as well as a fine greatsword. A bit eye-catching, but nothing a large cloak and hood won't fix.

On Elzbeth, I've sent her to the Void Knights. Lately, we've been getting portals around here and they've been releasing some nasty stuff. We need someone who can handle that, and with Marko nowhere to be found, it's up to her. I hope she's a quick study.

This next bit I am wary to write about. I was at the massacre of Mort'ton. The Judge had a mission and successfully held me off, letting his guards do most of the leg work. Though I confirmed something that I heard through the grapevine. While he may have stomped our foot, we, in time, will crucify him and the bats he so loves to imitate. I also took the opportunity to misdirect the Judge. He noticed I tested him and wondered how I knew. I told him that the Inquisitor was suspicious of him, and I found out when I killed one of his messengers.

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25-Feb-2016 16:49:08 - Last edited on 25-Feb-2016 17:00:23 by Rologarth

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Calsidiu's Log
Gullday, Moevyng 17th


Finally, we decided to test the newly arrived armor and look for some tribal Connor saw in the marshes. We found little in the swamps, and on our return trip, we were beset by the Inquisitor. My misdirect seemed to have worked. He requested information from us on why the Judge was now suddenly interested in him. But, like always, I did not tell him the whole tale, but still earned us a small reprieve from his forces.

Connor, however, set the unstable Inquisitor off by drawing a blisterwood twig at him and bearing his teeth. The Inquisitor left in a huff, leaving us with a whole pack of bloodvelds. It was a hard fight and we fought back to back. I left all my gear, save for my sickle, back at base. I was used as a damn gnawing bone for a while and drained of a good portion of my blood, but I managed to gut the b*stards on my side with help from a blade Connor had tossed to me.

Though he seemed to have more fun on his side. He took a few licks, but managed to dispatch one of his bloodvelds with his own blades. One of them... now, this is the funny part. When I was in the maw of one of the bloodvelds, I heard an organic squelching that I assumed was either me or my armor bending. Turns out, it was the third bloodveld on Connor's side exploding. The damn thing f**king exploded! I've never seen that before, and nearly passed out laughing after the battle.

Connor and I regrouped and retreated after I cleaved the final bloodveld; leaving the carcasses and the bloody, giblet-laden blast mark on the snail trail. We picked up a parcel on the way in. One that is bittersweet, but can me used to help perfect the sword we brought in. I've already done custom work on it, but it lacks versatility. This will ensure it, should Gwen succeed her part in the plan.

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