The end of the day drew near and the next morning, as the sun rose over the timeless sands to greet us, Bharrom and his protege, the established Princess and all-around witch bitch Navarra paid us a visit. Luckily, if the majority get their way, I shouldn't see her for a long time. Unfortunately, Mahor is insistent she comes with us, for his "visions" seek to disrupt the harmonious balance that keeps everyone from tearing out each others throats for their own personal agendas. I don't see why everyone else should suffer just for one person, if, when Innarus is feeling better, we democratically vote and the majority are for letting Navarra join us, I won't put up a fight, however, if the majority is against Navarra joining us and she is allowed to come with us anyway just because some people's word and opinion Is held to a higher account than others, that is strictly unjust and I will take disciplinary measures. Im going off topic aren't I? The reason for Bharrom's appointment, as I may have mentioned before was to deliver a custom made weapon to our Q'adir. A first-rate scimitar, of dwarven craftsmanship, not owing to the two races perpetual grudge on one another. It gave off a deep purple sheen, and within minutes of it being handed to its new master proved itself worthy, Rufus only narrowly avoided getting his arm chopped off. Q'adir's scimitar is a bloodthirsty one, and I like that. Mahor on the other hand, was terribly disappointed having been left empty handed after not receiving his butterfly swords. Honestly, I am unfamiliar with this weapon, but the name makes it sound like a child's toy, Orc's and Butterfly's are contrasting creatures and to wield something so delicate sounding, I would be laughed out of my order. And so there were issues with metal, I'm surprised that with all the sand about, this society hasn't thought of some way to use reinforced glass melded with some metal. Clearly, Calimport relies too much on its imports to realise the potential of their naturally abundant resources. Navarra, having now "changed her mind" would apparently love to join us, having insultingly refused just two night ago, the nerve of this woman! If not to keep an eye on us and take the crown for herself leaving me and Ishri with nothing. Furthermore, if this isn't already a bad enough start to my day, turns out me and Ishri now have a bounty on our heads. Need I remind everyone that unlike Mahor, Innarus and Oli, who, when confronted by the red wizards, resorted to lethal force and despite fighting three against one, their opponent got away, me and Ishri are the ones to pay for our compassion dearly by resorting to non lethal battle tactics to subdue our foes to be later questioned. It was due to our ingenuity, that our encounter did not result in a bloodbath. Though I admit, capturing them alive wasn't worth it, next time, I will slaughter the damned.
God of thieves, damn you! May your followers be smited a thousandfold! Innarus had been feeling poorly today, and in his moment of weakness his diadem had been snatched from right under our noses, Malcom's nose to be exact. In the past, Innarus had been reluctant to trade his diadem to Ozymandias for relevant information. I however, do not consider myself so materialistic and sentimental. If, it is no longer in Innarus's possession, then, by my logic, it's free to be claimed by whoever retrieves it. If Innarus had trusted me a little bit more and shown me the diadem, I would have been able to discern its exact location, however, using the power vested in me, we tracked the object to the red wizards enclave. Those of us who could afford to fly or be unseen did so, the rest of us, without Innarus's help, bless the poor soul, for I don't succumb to disease, ran as quickly as we could, time was of the essence. We were in even more danger than before, for Ozymandias briefed us that someone high and powerful from the Red Wizards had arrived in Calimport, we were no longer safe in his domain. Whoever the thief was, thanks to cat Ishri we knew the coward was under an invisibility spell. Our pursuit ended in total ruin, I blame myself, I really do, while we were squabbling on how to uncover the thief, he had slipped away into the enclave, where we dare not follow. Mahor, surprisingly, could not care less for our misfortune, concluding that we didn't need the diadem anyway and that we should forget about it. Since when was he the type to give up so easily? Only for things that aren't in his direct interests it seems. I am so distraught after this, not only did we get robbed in Ozymandias domain, it was right after that cunning witch Navarra was there. Utterly defeated, we dragged our bodies back to Innarus. On the way I did meet one of the ugliest, most hideous kids I've ever laid eyes on, he was like a tiny goblin with these massive orange eyes and scraggly limbs. Owing to my own creepiness, I liked his vibes. He murmured something ominous and creepy like "If you want to live..go to the blind djinn", I don't remember the specifics. I am still on the hunt for a mortal sacrifice, and this child was just too ugly to be offered up, sympathetically, I hope he lives out the rest of his ugly life in peace. He ran away quicker than Oli could catch him and was gon in a flash.
Someone was waiting for us back at our abode, well not me specifically, but to feel included, I am fond of the collective "us". Fellow devil-blooded Desmond, I find unity in the fact that we share the same curse, damnation. He turned out to be the current carer for the kids of Lirian, the poor soul trapped in the plane of fire, who we need a sacrifice for, who auntie Ghaisin want's to have in her care. Suddenly, I was washed with an intense feeling of dread, trepidation like I seldom felt. Something was seriously wrong, but I kept quiet. Only moment before Ishri, Mahor and Ghaisin were about to commence their exchange, was I overcome with immense unease, that I warned them telepathically that they were in grave danger. The situation diffused and all was normal. Dracca, growing bold in the absence of Ozymandias, spoke a rude farewell to Ghiasin, not surprisingly since something was definitely up with this fire lady, she has...ulterior motives. With too many kids on my mind to count who is important and who isn't, I will quit my rambling and reflect solemnly on my actions today.
"When the principles that run against your deepest convictions begin to win the day, then the battle is your calling, and peace has become sin. You must at the price of dearest peace lay your convictions bare before friend and enemy with all the fire of your faith."