Dueam, entry 1
Yesterday the door was set aflame by some unknown magic as we all sat around the table in Lanath's quarters. There was a knock, and upon opening we were met not by the spires of Dueam, but by a barren, hellish landscape of lava and rock and little else.
A man stood in the distance of this hellscape - presumably the one who knocked, despite his distance. Evidently this man was Ithafin, and he is brother to Nyra. I've heard a little of the she-devil, but not enough to fully comprehend their situation. He claims she is a thief and traitor to their family, and he wishes to be informed of her whereabouts, or even if she reaches out. He gave a sending stone to Sylfi - a piece of black coal is what it looked like.
Ithafin claimed also that his family is in possession of one of the great shards, and that the family would lend its power in return for information on his sister. He seemed as sincere as devils often do, but I'd consider it unwise to bank on their aid in any case.
It's all a bit beyond my paygrade, if I'm being honest. If I'm in a position to help reclaim their city, I doubt it will be a position very far from a battlefield. Time will tell.
A short time after that encounter the others realised that their grumpy companion isn't in his room as they'd believed, though they seem unconcerned at this stage as to his whereabouts.
Erlich, Yatdriedak and I remained behind as Jangovar and Llewyn went for a stroll in the gardens. Erlich gave me a look as though he was planning to subject me to the same torturously friendly interrogation that doubtless drove Jangovar out the door more than any sudden desire to smell the flowers outside. I don't know if I'd call it a mercy, but we were beset by concealed assassins before he had an opportunity to ask me anything.
They attacked with poison as well as weapons, and after we three overpowered them, I examined them more closely.
Scored. If I were a betting man, I'd wager that they were vassals of Lorcian Vell. They were hardly people anymore, they were so mutilated. And they produced the poison through their hands somehow, through some kind of slits that had been added to their anatomy.
Yatdriedak has left to check on the others' safety. Hopefully their stroll was uneventful, and they are unharmed. Either way, it's safest to assume that Vell knows of Xantu's request of Benedict, and of our role in it. Our situation has become vastly more complicated.
The major events and journals in Ridley's history, from the beginning to today.
"Unbroken" - Ridley experimenting with music, now able to use his fully healed hands thanks to Sylfiana Llewyn, who repaired them after she was named Saint of Lanath. Art by @elytian
02:16 am - 28.07.2021Dueam, entry 1
Yesterday the door was set aflame by some unknown magic as we all sat around the table in Lanath's quarters. There was a knock, and upon opening we were met not by the spires of Dueam, but by a barren, hellish landscape of lava and rock and little else. ...
01:33 am - 26.01.2021The list of amazing people following the adventures of Ridley.
Social
Birthplace
Estermarsh
Current Residence
Dead Kings Dueam Charter
Contacts & Relations
Trikaag - Huntsmen guildmaster
Amxus - Huntsmen guild leader
Afphi - Huntsmen guild leader
Adamara Vell - Hunstmen guildmember
Ares Dejan - Hunstmen guildmember
Richter - Hunstmen guildmember
Zafi Brulado - Hunstmen guildmember
Rose LaiNasse
Ash Raelin LaiChance
Ciel Sindore
Arlington Sindore
Oracle - Sunsinger
Istri Anarlindir - Stonetree's Heart guildmaster
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Captain
Hey You
Wealth & Financial state
Modest, though he spends only what he needs and has accrued some wealth over time.
Family Ties
Gypsy Chance
Rose LaiNasse
Ash Raelin LaiChance
Adamara Vell
Cypress, Reed, Ivy, Alder, Willow, Holly and Nettle LaiNasse
Ciel Sindore
Cillian Wise
Religious Views
Hosun, Wilroth, Triceal. He doesn't buy into any specific method or structured worship, however. Being in the world, enjoying its beauty and trying to assuage the pain in it; that is how he honours the powers that be.
Social Aptitude
Socially adept, though he has very little reverence for rank or authority and can feel intensely uncomfortable if trapped in someone else's personal moment.
Hobbies & Pets
A palomino mare, Fidèle, and a nightingale-phoenix, Cinder.
Speech
Ridley's accent is mixed from his youth travelling, though it shares the melody of southern Oaken'Ash speech.