Journal #2: The Gods speak to us, sort of.

Everything went better and worse than expected. Oh, how few words can completely throw off people’s perspective of you.
The night after returning from The Boneyard, we all had very peculiar dreams regarding some the Deities that my companions follow. Myself include despite to follow any divine figure over the past fifty past years.
 
[Drowbie deception of the Dream, mainly so I don’t forget how it’s worded I copied and pasted it here from the game.]
 
“An amused chuckle from darkness - an unfamiliar female voice. "You know, I shouldn't be here. You left my House. You're a traitor. You still practice what I preach... an assassin, that's you. Have fun with what's coming!" She laughs. And then you're left in silence, a feeling of dread slowly growing in your gut - before your head explodes with pain, as does your wrist - an image of your knife [Andirifku’s Symbol Skull and knives] carved into it for merely a moment before a dark, ghostly hand covers it, and you nearly scream out: when the hand withdraws, your arm is left unharmed, but your head feels heavy, and you're no longer sleeping”.
 
At first, I had thought it was my younger or older sister, but something about the wording was off. My sisters never taught me anything about skills regarding my life in the Underdark and ‘My House’ could not be my mother; she was not a Matron when I had ‘left’ my home. Nor was I aware of any of my family having the ability to speak with me in my dreams. Turns out, Andirifku a name I have not heard in a long while might have been the one to speak with me. Since my companions had spoken with their patrons. [More sentences in Abyssal].
 
If compared to the other dreams than that is who would have spoken and might have marked me. Or tired at least, which would explain that blood on the blankets when I woke up. Part of me wants to believe "The Entity" is intervening again. Unlike my friends my forearm was somewhat unchanged, even KAZRIC was marked. My gut says our lives are going to get strange and more changeling on the road to come. OH yes but back to the dream. I believe that "The Entity "stopped a mark from showing up, the ghostly hand covered up where the tattoo would have been. Whether this is helpful or not is yet to be seen. For now, if that is the case, I am glad "The Entity" did so. The less connected to my past, the Underdark, to demons, the better.
 
Surprisingly the group took the demon stone thing far better than I thought they would. Scared Ashlyn half to death by putting the demon rock on her nightstand. She woke all of us up with her screaming about something evil. Nothing new mind you, but she does have some pipes on her. Loud enough to wake all of us while we slept in other rooms. At this point, I am surprised we do not sleep through it since we hear those words from her quite often. Sneaking into her room was easy since she sleeps like a brick. Telling them the truth was apparently the best option, I am pretty sure the Paladin is going to have words with me sooner or later. After that, we received a message from a redheaded elf to meet with some person named Cyne. At this moment, I learned the other members of this party do not have much of a problem when it comes to checking out random individuals. As half the party seemed to pay special attention to the elf's reared as the redhead walked out of the inn. Personally, I think this was the first of many mental facepalms. Then we went to see this Cyne person.
 
I swear to the gods that if you leave me in a room with this guy. I’m going to punch him in the face.
 
Cyne again asked for my name, which like for the past couple of decades have not really used or needed. Avoiding that topic, he casually mentioned he could just look at the letter addressed to me. That right there is a problem, I have told only two people on the surface my full name that I was given as a child. The thought of my real name quickly grabbed my attention. Opening the letter, they got everything right, yet they left out my life on the surface, save for the last couple of months. Kazric complained about the fact he could not bring a weapon of any kind. Then out pure stupidity, opened my mouth. Speaking without much thought to what I said I replied to Kazric's complaint that I could bring a blade or two. Cyne took note of that and ended up calling me 'my lord' or some other title. Damn did Pin Whisperbreath want to talk about that; their barkeep might be nobility. The fact that Cyne kept screwing with me on this, which made me want to punch this jackass even more. Luckily I told them to put a pin in it, jokes withstanding, and tried to cover my tracks by re bringing up that deities which had marked them.
 
Sadly they did not drop this subject and brought it up again; you would think that being chosen by gods would be a little more important than where your bartender came from…. but I digress. I showed Kazric my letter letting him know who I was, which was a mistake in hindsight. He wants to know more about my past, which took place at another time. It was just to spite Cyne since he wanted to see the letter or have me pass it around to the others. Why did he want to expose me, or want to know who I was? I know I did not help the situation but I have my reason for not wanting my name out and about. Then Cyne processed to disappear for some reason and Pin, and I figured out he went invisible. The man tries for a smooth exit and proves to me that he had a flair for the dramatic. During this time I’m sure he read the letter, I should have placed it in my pocket or in my bag. Talking about him being around and not indeed gone, the door flung itself open “mysteriously.” Then as we left, he whispered in my ear, my houses name. That promptly got my elbow shoved into what I can assume was his gut. I walked away, both satisfied and annoyed when I heard a disembodied voice laughing somewhere in an 'empty' house.
 
I swear I will punch this guy if he does not cut that out. I think he might be a dick.
 
Note to self Smittens was being very weird today and Kraia is good at tickling people.