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Betty meets with Onahur

2022-05-05

Record 4719.11.6.090511

 

>> Todays Requests … assist Keyser and the others with rituals in the morning. Continue with the studies and lessons into ritual magics. I now have information on a handful of useful rituals and have learned where to find them, but I still lack the capacity to do these rituals as the primary caster. Why is Keyser trying to talk with Pharasma?

 

>> go to the lab and warehouse. Ensure we have the supplies for the next part of the grand plan. We may be cutting it close. My own skills in alchemy have stagnated or plateaued. Was told I need more field experience if I hope to break this rut.

 

>> Train with Herger. He once again points out the flaws in my setup, stating it will not hold up in a real fight; that I need more field experience. he is cutting with his words but that accent of his makes this criticism bearable.

 

>> Demonstrate the reverse engineered crossbow we made from the copied parts Unknown asked us to make for her. It was hard but the result is a weapon with potential however I advised we ensure this never get out of our hands; we should destroy Vilree’s prototype. I would hate to see this get into the wrong hands.

 

>> Herger and Keyser want a private meeting tonight after dinner

 

>> They finally figured out how to solve the current problem without exposing our operations. We need to present a real force to threaten the other forces with and it must be lead by someone we can trust implicitly: a person we know to be a force for good but can present as a fear inducing member of evil. They told me of their sister. I had never seen them show an ounce of fear before; but was this apprehension over past events? Or what they would be asking of her now?

 

Record 4719.11.8.162319

 

>> it’s my problem now. They have given me a small band to go meet with Onahur. Along with gifts in hope that she would help us: a war steed, amour, weapons of all sort, type and quality, items they thought would assist her and a mysterious box. They must have spent thousands of gold on all of it, but not all would go to Onahur; whatever remained would go to the soldiers she would command.

 

>> I could not help myself. I opened the small box to the sight of a high-quality psychopomp mask and two books of Pharasma. One book was her teachings surrounding death: a rare but awfully specific book on the domain of death. I felt a chill run down my spine, and I closed the box. What was their sister like? I had a feeling I would soon understand the fear she imbued in people.

 

>> perhaps I should have worn something nicer? No, I could not risk exposing us on the road.

 

Record 4719.11.10.145692

 

>> This is a new emotion, or at least an unexpected version of one: Tension? Fear? Apprehension? It is not the one I had experienced in battle, when I expected pain or was about to deliver it. This was new. It felt weird inside, like my legs wanted to keep moving, but my digestive system would have a failure if I moved too much. I wonder if the upcoming meeting with Herger’s and Keyser’s sister was causing this effect?

 

>> Just keep looking at the war horse following the cart; it would not do to have the guards know I am having such emotions. They were in the know about the general plan of what we hoped would happen, but they were hardly in the inner circle. They did not know I had to convince a possibly undead giant Orc described as scary to play a role in the plans of her brothers, after being led to believe they were evil.

 

>> I continued to process the scenarios of how this conversation could go. My processors attempted every plea, argument and groveling I could conceive of and watched the chance of success drop with each iteration. The plan was audacious, ambitious, if anything ludicrous; but if successful would be a genius move: a game changer for the forces of good in the world. Most relevant humanoids would never know the plan ever happened if we were successful. Years of work by hundreds of people, rivers of blood, sweat, and tears now hung in the bal… ...and there went breakfast.

 

>> Brightside, I think only the horse saw that. I must remember what they told me was the best chance for success: tell the whole truth; do not lie; answer every question with a bit more than you have too; tell the whole plan. She is part of the inner circle now. Do what you must to convince her to go with the plan.

 

>> I had to get it together. I had bantered with kings, nobles, the undead and very scary people. I had been at the edge of battles, throwing whatever I had left while trying to make something that goes boom with pocket lint and spit. Yet here I could feel my pump pound at meeting their sister.