Mon 7th Sep 2020 11:18

Entry 14 Some fine wine and a long slide into darkness

by Vaz

Master seems to know of this Tesadre, a Knight Captain, a swordsman of legend, it is unclear if he is still a swordsman or swordsmetalman, I must understand how to address these half creatures. It seems they have some remainder of their class, profering great stores of wine to share, it seems the wondering one cannot contain himself and gorges immediately. I must remember this, in case this one needs to die quietly.
 
Seems this half creature thinks the flesh is weakness, Master can really keep them talking, but it is good to hear, they believe maintainence is a weakness, and run by siphoning off the magical energy of this world. We must show he is weak in front of others, slowly take him down.
 
The rug here is in dire need of some repair, the wandering One might as well have put a torch on my head, "this one is a servant". Very well this fool shall sleep faster than the rest. It is best to use these moments to learn where to strike. Our host seems to long for company and the days of Nashintar that predate the fall.
 
This half being seems to be full artifice, only magical death would stop him, though there is some gold delicate parts to bend or break. It also seems his sword could be grabbed if needed. Casting this place into darkness would keep the advantage.
 
This Tesadre, ends his own guard to take his life, he must be confident in his skills as a warrior. Master seems to be able to convince him that he will unite their people, to take back these "shadow roads". A sound strategy to defeat your enemies, but says they are closed.
 
Seems this metal bird is also a guide, bringing us down a new path. A posterior that glows blue, how inconvient. Seems these can be distributed... how unclean. Master has led us to a trap, and it seems the floor is no more. Miss Amrith is not with us, cursed stone my claws won't catch! A bright light sends her tumbling down, at least she will be here.
 
Seems we have entered a hallway, in some darkness, but not beyond my site. The Master wishes us to shake these annoying gnats. They seem to be able to pass through the living, and remove themselves from sight. These little torches seem to pack a punch when they wish to hurt. These small balls of light truly find the earthy one appetizing, but shutting them off seems to be appropriate.
 
Now to set up a place to rest, the reeds must go down, we must not be caught for now we are alone..