Therdove Truesky's Journal

10-13-433

We've done everything we could. Called in every favor, every ally we've made over the years. Most of them actually showed up too, didn't expect that. The Greyhawks even agreed not to arrest us, said we'd get a full pardon if we got out of this alive. That was good for Tasha, she hasn't been able to go home since it happened. I guess I haven't either, but I never really wanted to. Too many bad memories.
All things considered, we're in good spirits. Well, except for Dornan, but they're never in good spirits before a battle. Constantly trying to tell everyone that the bird that flew over our heads was an omen of doom. I'll have to pull him aside soon, its getting everyone's nerves up.
No one's talking about the tarrasque in the room. Tasha and Sinda are off whispering, as usual, as if we all haven't noticed. Aex is drawing the view into the city from the parapet. Dornan is doing aforementioned doomsaying. And I'm writing in my journal. No one wants to bring up the dragon likely winging its way towards the city right now. We were lucky to get the warning we did. Calanothim always works alone.
I guess I haven't had time to update what we learned. One of Calanothim's servants managed to survive the purge, hid under a steel sheet from the kitchen. Everyone else was already dead when we got there, the dragon was gone (thank the gods). This one, a gnome girl, was half dead from acid burns as it was. Dornan kept her alive, and Sinda managed to get out of her that Calanothim had been looking at Greyhawk for his new lair. Being the capital of Oerth didn't really seem to perturb him. He'd have beaten us here by days, if we didn't have Tasha, but she just pulled out her book and warped us right there.
Of course that just created new problems. Aex and Sinda have never been welcome in Greyhawk, and Tasha and I outstayed our previous welcomes. Luckily they listened to use instead of arresting us. Sinda's always been good under pressure. So now we're up on the wall, waiting for the dragon to arrive. It could be any time now, and that's assuming he's just flying here. From what Tasha found, he's a much more powerful spellcaster than we expected. But one way or another, tomorrow it'll be over. Maybe we'll finally be able to rest.

10-16-433

Dove died first. I only have this because he stuck it in the Bag of Holding for once, rather than keep it on him. Lucky. I guess.
I barely made it out. Had to get underneath the city, completely out of magic. Used the last bit getting Sinda, though I don't know if it will matter. She got a full face full of acid from the bastard at the end, and without Dornan. I know so much, and none of it is going to keep her alive.
I don't know what I'm doing. This is stupid.

10-18-433

He came like a storm. We actually heard him a few minutes before he showed up. He was careless, or maybe it just didn't matter. He knew nothing could stop him. I eventually managed to knock him out of the air, but he'd already done a few passes over the city by then. Who knows how many dead. But I messed it up. He crashed directly into our wall, knocked us all about. When I came to, Dove was facing him down. Just her. She was raging by that point, but had enough in her to put herself between him and us. There wasn't anything left by the time I got everyone up.
We did our best after that, but I think everyone knew it was a lost cause. Dove was our frontline, the only one of us who actually knew their way around a melee weapon besides our spells. He went for Dornan next, when he realized that he was keeping us alive. Knocked him back through the wall with his tail. I panicked after that, don't remember much. Aex went down buying me time, for what I don't know. Sinda and I ran, but he intercepted us. Blasted her, then ran off. I think I managed to hurt him. I don't really know. I got us under the city, into the old ruins. Found the portal, whatever it was. Ended up throwing me into hell.
She's awake. I have to go.  

10-20-433

She didn't make it.    

Who the fuck knows, I'm in hell - 433

It's been. Awhile. I could probably figure it out if I cared. Dove always wanted this to be her legacy. Said if we didn't write down what happened, who would ever know what we did. Don't know what happened after I left, but I'm guessing there's not many left to care. But I'll do it anyway. Write what I can. I'm not going back, not until I'm stronger. Who knows what the state of the world is gonna be, but I can't fix it. Not yet.