SOLSTICE NIGHT CALLS THE WARRIORS WHO STAND UNMATCHED, UNBATTERED BY THE CARDS DEALT TO THEM. NAY, THEY ROLL THEIR OWN DICE, BREAKER OF DIVINE CHAINS AND TRUE LIBERATION CALLS TO THOSE BRAVE ENOUGH TO ANSWER. COME, THOSE BOUND, THOSE SLEEPING SLAVES, LOST TO FATE UNCAST BY THEMSELVES, CHOSEN BY UNBEKNOWNST BEINGS OF SO CALLED HIGHER POWER. I, LIKE YOU ALL ONCE, WALKED A SIMILAR PATH, A COIN IN MY POCKET, A BLADE IN MY HAND, CALL TO YOU FELLOW BROTHERS AND SISTERS OF WAR, CHALLENGE. TAKE MY HAND, CALL UPON YOUR SO CALLED LUCK AND EXPERIENCE AND GRASP AT A FUTURE LEAD BY ONLY YOU. ARE YOU SCARED? DO BE, FEAR BREEDS CAUTION, CAUTION BREEDS WITS, WITS BREEDS VALOR. VALOR, THE SOURCE TO THE ART OF LIBERATION. COME, BECOME AS GODS AS I HAVE BEFORE YOU. —EXCERPT FROM "SIRIN'S ART OF DIVINE LIBERATION"
Entry 1 - Day 6
Hello I figured I should keep one of these, even though I'm a little late. I guess I wasn't really in the mood to sit and write a bit but now I feel safe. I'm Schariac by the way, or Koi if that's easier, it is less words so i dont blame you. Also before we start, I should say that my common isn't the best. I would write in my native language but Auntie said I have to keep practicing otherwise I would get too rusty and lose the skill. So if you could just ignore the mistakes please. Granted i dont know why im writing like someones going to read this. perhaps its just more fun that way, like my own little story. but we should get down to chase. I fleed from The Bleached Lands and even made it to Absalom, just like Auntie said. But i guess like everything, it fell too, my new big city life crumbled, literally. but I made some friends though! and thats what counts.
First I met Lord Alexi, an under folk like me. he should me sugar and some bitter hot water too, it was very yummy but made my heart hurt so im not sure I want anymore... He is a strange guy but he makes me heart beat really fast sometimes and I dont know why. Maybe I should ask Lady Incyra about that. Thats another person I met, shes very kind woman and reminds me of Auntie a bit. But Auntie was never as vulgar has her, I wonder why she curses too much? She was with a catman too, hes soft i got to pet him but i dont know, it was kinda of awkward. Oh theres was a feather man! I dont rly know his name but Ive neeever seen feathers that pretty, i didnt even know they could be other colors besides white or black. Lasty was Lady Setsu, who im not really sure how to feel. Auntie said to steer clear of humans, especially people like the Lunarians. The Lunarians were all humans and elves but the elves are the most dangerous, so i think i should be ok around her. I think Auntie was right though, treating other people with more respect than you, especially humans, keeps you safe. Just like Auntie said "Happy Humans, Happy Life."
Entry 2 - Day 11
Hello, its been a little while. Some things happened but im ok. Somethings been up with me lately, my "gift" as my Auntie would put it, is acting strange. These encounters with various things from my nightmares have given me more strength. I even killed something for the first time. Granted that was some time ago but I already forgot about it... What does that mean for me? I still have the whole im my scarf I made that day and Im strangely excited to add more to it. Lord K gave me a weird speech about it but I forget that too. Its, seeping, out of me. My gift is, it makes my dreams more vivid. I always feel angry in my dreams, I dont know why, i know today i was in a sour mood but even so. I always have the same types of dreams, I see someone, a figure or something, its pale arm reaches out to me and either I wake up, or go on to fighting hordes of humans or elves or what ever. When im like that it doesnt matter who they are anymore.
Im sorry this entry is so harsh, ive been in a funk all day. Lady Setsu and Lady Incyra had a nasty argument today and I felt like i was the center of it. I dont know who to trust, or lean towards. Lady Incyra is an under folk, and im a Twilight Devil. shes been through pain like me. But, Lady Setsu is a human. I cant make her angry with me, shes too dangerous. I cant go back, im sorry Lady Incyra, i know youll understand. But i do care about the both of them. even though Lady Setsu is a human i can learn a lot from her. She can get her point across without cursing or using big words, but Lady Incyra knows how to use kindness. And thats what Auntie used, with me and my friends. Im conflicted, i just hope everything goes well. Until next time then.
I, am Bayer Wisp. High Wisp from the new generation of those who seek knowledge beyond elven prowess. I've ran a rough life you see, my mother and father forgetting about me, as my brothers and sisters pumped out ungrateful offspring into this world. Of course I've had kids and the like but that is where my service to my lineage ends. The quest for knowledge, experimenting with the beings put here by the Gods. Squeezing life into the abominations pulled together with string and iron is a sensation you could never understand. Do I regret what I've done? Maybe, maybe. The Veil scientist has been a great partner but Deimos has grown soft. While he has moved to making creatures with the metal pulled from the mines I still trudge on. I wonder what abomination I can reanimate? Perhaps the Twilight Devils are a good start. Being from deep in the ground, shadows of what we could become. I know I'm close, I just need one more step. The Moonlit Purges, I've heard, are successful. Deimos' beasts have proved to be successful in the pits of the mountain and in the darkest corners of our realm. These devils are indeed valuable, even if they are nothing but worms under our city's boots, marching on towards a better place. I have noticed that during my experiments, the innate hate and evil that corrupts these beings to their core make for ruthless monsters. The devils are scarce, we can't let them repopulate just for the sake of science. What I need is something I can create. A method I can use to create Twilight Devils, or some form of pseudo-devils, that can be written, a formula to success. Which leads me to the good news: I think I found it. A fallen Veil is out there. Her daughter preached about her life to the Lone Star himself, and the High Wisps when she gave her report on the life she's been living. This beast is the missing link, an elf who is in the process of falling into the pit of insanity and evil. I need to find it, I need to know how to make more. Then, we can show the might of the Wisps to all of Golarion. We, will be Gods.
Code of Justice
Protect those who are perceived as needing protection.
Sirin can deduce if someone needs protection and can’t fend for themselves, and she will protect them.
Code of Honor
Uphold respect to those who are more powerful in status, unless seen as corrupt.
She will be mindful and respectful to those higher up than her. Unless she sees as them corrupt or sees their power as unjustified.
Code of Fate
If one comes to a tough decision, as to not waste time, they must rely on the fate laid out to them by their God and leave it to “luck."
To keep her mind clear, she will resolve her heavy decisions with a coin flip or something similar. She believes whatever the answer may be, was already predetermined by her God.
Code of Consequence
All of the above codes can be negated if someone has committed immediate harm to oneself or comrade, or committed a 2nd heinous act without resentment.
Codes 1-3 can be negated if she is to take immediate and purposeful harm. However, if some action or harm were to be perceived as an accident she will forgive those who harmed her. Until a 2nd act is committed against her or a comrade, then she will treat them as an enemy.
By following these codes, Sirin believes she can one day become as gods.
By following these codes, she believes it will prove herself to her God and she will be able to complete the Test of the Starsone. Then finally she will be able to create her own fate and break free of her bonds with her predetermined life.
Entry 1:
So something weird happened, I was on my way around, town-hopping as usual when I ran into that kid again. Gus is his name, and he grew up. Not as tall as me of course, and he’s still a kid. But it was pretty nostalgic seeing him around, talking about a small world.
It’s been 5 years since I’ve seen him. After that whole mess with the castle and a giant fish that almost ate us, I took off. Fighting stuff like that wasn’t really my scene, or I guess that’s what I told myself. Anywho, I figured I should write down something about my travels, at least what’s worth mentioning. Sorry about the continuity and grammar in advance, I don’t have the time to make such a “profound tale”. And I'm writing this in a mix of Goblin and Elven so good luck reading it, Hah.
The Kid
He’s grown up, anyone can see that. He went from a useless coward to a slightly(?) more helpful boy. He can use magic now, that caught me off guard, but he looks like a chump shooting blobs of light out of his hands. I bet he’ll catch up to me or whoever he aspires to be someday. But he oughta pick up the pace. He has a monkey now though, which is cool I guess. But it did something that I think I was too drunk to fully comprehend. It shot a beam of light and eviscerated a goblin. I didn’t know about any monkeys that could do that, I wonder where he found it?
The Weirdo
So somehow I got roped into this ceremony in some city that’s as boring as the name entails. Or so I thought, there was this nice party that night, but to make it bearable, I may or may not hit the bar beforehand. But before that we met this weird loner girl, I think her name was Sheila? She had a dog, which was probably her only redeemable quality? But it’s amusing to hear her talk like she has a stick up her ass. Probably from all those years in isolation. But I have a feeling we have more things in common than it might seem… The weird thing was I woke up in her room the night after the goblin attack with one of the worst nightmares I had in awhile. I can’t even tell what was real about that night or not. I remember making my way to the inn after a celebratory round, me and that blacksmith had a drinking contest, and I don’t think I won, yeah I got destroyed. I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night to see the sky light up with a red glow and with the most terror I’ve felt in years. I, ME, crawled under the bed and pulled my ears down to my face like I used to all those years ago. I saw Sheila look at me, she offered me her hand and she pulled me out of the bed. Her dog sat next to me as she bolted out of the inn. Her hand was warmer than I expected.
The Goodie-two-shoes
This ground my gears. So I came out of the bar, with the best buzz, and then the unthinkable happens… a goblin raid on the city. I was ecstatic, I haven’t gotten covered in goblin blood in a while. Of course it’s vile and rancid and makes me want to puke, but holy hell is it satisfying. Seeing those vermin crawl and run away in fear as you snap their spines with your heel, ah the euphoria! Nothing beats seeing a goblin’s determination drain from its face like a Kobold with dysentery after you talk to it in its own tongue. Enough of that, but then some harlot comes out of nowhere and begins cutting goblins in half with one strike. Where’s the fun in that? And that smile… that smile of pity when she saw me for the first time, one that said “You poor thing”. And it gets worse, after the fighting was over, she stops and comforts the priest. I couldn’t bear it, I had to leave before I lost my nerve, plus I didn’t want the goblins to escape of course. Tsk, I didn’t care enough to learn her name, but I bet it was something lame. An adventurer I met on the road told me that “the only good goblin is a dead goblin”, and I couldn't agree more.
The Homunculus
Remember when I mentioned I had this weird run in with that kid and some big fish? Well it completely slipped my mind that this weird thing was there too. And I ran into him again in this town, she was with the bestiality conplex, how odd. I don’t really know what he’s supposed to be, but he doesn’t seem alive, I guess you can say. Like the same way a marionette doesn’t actually walk. I stopped in at a blacksmith in town, I liked him. He seemed like me, someone who’s fallen from grace and just wants to live their life. It seems like he got the same vibe from me, I wonder when’s the last time he smiled? But I could say the same thing (I would soon find out it would be later that night). I watched him work on this thing, he scraped rust and such off of it, the same kind you’d find on an old, stained sword. He also makes some weird sounds too, almost like insects you’d find in a warm forest. He’s (it’s?) something to keep an eye on for sure.
Entry 2:
Holy shit it's been a while, I forgot I had this old notebook. I re-read my old entry, man how naive I was. If old me were to see me now, they’d tell me to get the hell out of dodge and go home. But I know that’s impossible, what would they do if they saw me? Fallen Veils aren’t treated too kindly. The only one of those stuck-up assholes who would give me the time would be Uncle Fommie himself (he hates being called that.)
The only thing that was nice that happened recently was seeing Siri again, she’s grown up big time. Maybe leaving her was the right choice, Shingo trained her well. When I was “unconscious” in Runeforge (long story) I heard how she talked about me. I mean it's not like I was faking being knocked out, but as I slipped in and out of consciousness I felt her warm shoulder carrying me. She also switched our rings and amulet, and she still has those ears I gave her all those years ago, what a good kid. I wish her the best of luck in Absolom and Dwi Luni. But of course to spice things up, while our last words together were brief, I told her “Tell Uncle Fommie I said hi.” Now that should give her some spice when she gets home.
I told her how to get to Dwi Luni. If she found me of all people she can find that place. “Just keep an eye out for the Bleached Lands, a mountain top whose submit is capped with a forest of white leaves and snow. Can’t miss it.” That’s what I told her. She also told me of her fate, and her resolve. That was probably my fault… I used to blabber on when she was young about fate this, destiny that. I guess I gave her a mini god-complex or a fear of pre-determinism. But that feeling I got when I saw her on the edge of my bed when I woke up was unforgettable. Granted she didn’t look at me, it was still nice to see what she has become. She looks just like me too, an older me. Shingo would laugh.
Where am I now? Well we’re in the ruins of Xin-shalast, or however you spell it. I just finished off a Rune Giant, a large asshole with a sword the size of a house. Apparently I was making a ruckus, I don't remember much, so Sally told me to go write or something to quell my mind. Yeah… that’s an issue now, ever since ditching Norgerber, I get these blind murder rages. But it feels good as shit so I can’t complain, the amount of times I split my lip from biting it is uncountable. Something about splattering blood and taking life fills a lot better than it used to. But I guess I should give an update on my party mates, in the order I see them from my position in the corner of the room.
The Same Old Lady
Yeah… she hasn’t died yet. I know, I know, she has saved my ass more times than I can count, but I guess I’m getting used to her. But that wretched chest of hers still pisses me off. But hey, those stupid sand bags just get in the way anyway so it’s not like I care or want them or anything. At the moment she’s tending to Sven, someone I ran into a while ago who apparently worked with my daughter to find me.
The Man in Iron
If you were to tell me, “hey let’s go fight vicious monsters with a shield,” I would laugh in your face. But somehow he does it well, really well. Of course it doesn’t look anywhere near as fun as what I do, he still does work. Real work, unlike that bitch or the kid. If I was the sword of this killing machine of a force, he would be the shield. The only thing that gets on my mind is attitude, plus how he sucks off the kid. But Gus has a way with words so almost every sap would do what he asked. But he’s a reliable guy, what can I say. Plus if he’s making me warm meals every night, I guess I can put up with the nonsense.
The Kid Who Doesn’t Shut Up
H-o-l-y shit has Gus gotten more annoying. His voice was probably the first I heard when I woke up in Runeforge, I almost wanted to go back to being some demon. At least then I could kill without consequences and no arrogant kid yapping in my ear. He always has something to say, which of course can be helpful, if he didn’t have the same smarts as a goblin snake. This little asshole wants to be the next mayor of Magnimar, which of course is fine for me, I don’t care what happens to that place. Plus I bet I could get a pass for free drinks and a bed there easily. I want him to get control, I mean sure, it would only inflate his ego more, although I’m not sure it could get any bigger. But it would be incredibly funny to see that schmuck run a city. Right now he’s looking out the window, enjoying the feeling of that ugly robe flapping in the wind.
The Machine
So apparently that thing I thought was a homunculus is actually what is called a machine. Something dwarfs make with iron and cogs, or at least that’s what Sirin said. He got dangerous though, his weapon is something I’ve never seen before. Sure if seen his weapons before, but somehow they look even more scary, or goofy. It’s weird though, I’m looking over now and it looks like something is crawling out from underneath his face. Which I’m not even sure how that is possible. These “machines” are scary, and I don’t really get scared of shit like this easily. So I guess I’m just glad this thing is on our side.
I don’t know where to go from here, this city is going to be my largest obstacle yet. But I have to press on. I am getting revenge, for what these animals, demons, whatever they are did to me. Thanks to them, I can’t ever go home. They would kill me, torture me, expierement, who knows what. The Lunarians are terrifying if you stand in their way of their society. Sirin will fit in nicely, I know that. Sirin Veil: Dragonslayer, yeah. She’ll get a cozy home in the capital. I just want to see Simon again, I miss whatever family I had left. Sure I could ask someone to hide what I’ve become, but the Wisps and other magic families of Dwi Luni are sharp. Too many years of dealing with Drow spies and traitors made them hastey.
What’s next? After I get my revenge I want to live a nice life, a peaceful one. I’ll see if I can find my way back into Dwi Luni. Maybe Sirin can help me, but she doesn’t owe me anything. Let’s hope she still has a soft spot for me. But until then, I have shit to do.