Session 24: Rell's Log
General Summary
We were back within Halo before I could blink, my heart still raising as I desperately tried to keep myself from flying into the tunnels. I couldn’t be that reckless. I needed her to have the best shot, the best chance. I should act more as she trained me for once; access, plan, act.
Penitence was already back at the bar, Sandra furnishing him with a plate of food and I approached, quickly downing the ale I’d been poured in one swig. At least that way no one could see just how much my hand was trembling. Blinking away my blurring vision, I turned to Penitence whom I realised had asked me a question about Haven and I fumbled through answers that I knew were only half coherent but seemed to satisfy him.
I spoke of the Diplomats, how we mainly retrieved things of value from the Wastelands for the Faithful, whether that be as simple as relics or resources, or less tangible such as intel or rumours. Even people that wished refuge in Bastion, if they could pay the toll, relinquish what was necessary. He then looked a little more sheepish as he asked me who Mesh was and I couldn’t prevent the snorting chuckle. It was bizarre to have to describe our relationship, anyone living within Haven simply witnessed it, understood it and required no explanation, or certainly had never sought one.
Swallowing, I tried to search for words that could convey it and settled on that I cared for her greatly, that she was my Mentor and had trained me since joining the Diplomats, even a little before then. She was the leader of the Diplomats, someone not to be reckoned with and extraordinary in a battle. Penitence seemed content with the information, nodding along before asking how he could join the Diplomats or at least the Faithful. It was rare to be asked such, most found their way here through circumstance and I shrugged, fingers tightening around the tankard I still held as I voiced that it was by Otho’s good graces. He would need to prove himself and finding Mesh would certainly help with that.
It jerked my thoughts back to my mission, catching Liv’s eye, and we agreed to leave Penitence alone to gain some solace while we attempted to retrieve our comrades as a matter of urgency. Sandra was already pouring him a drink as I pushed back towards the portal and out into the dim light of the Memorial Gardens.
It was late, but if there was anything I could to do expedite starting our journey to find Mesh, then I owed it to her to try it. I knew I wasn’t thinking straight, knew I was working myself up into a panic, but nothing else seemed to matter. If the roles had been reversed, I’d already have been saved, back in Haven half-listening to a lecture on avoiding such an outcome in the future. A rush of air left my mouth as I hurried even quicker, Liv hurrying to catch up with me. Three days was far too long already.
The Ancestral Archives loomed ahead of us, still and oddly eerie now that it was closed for the night, not that it was particularly a hubbub of activity during the waking hours. Tucked next to the entrance was an elderly guard who jerked up as we approached, nostrils flaring as though we represented all that he’d sworn to deter. He wasn’t going to make this simple.
Keys jagged in a frustratingly tantalising manner as the guard queried our business and in an attempt to sweet talk my way inside, I adopted an alluring smile. I explained how we urgently needed to see Saman, that he’d requested we visit him immediately. Clearly I’d sounded far too desperate, as eyebrows met and the guard took a half step backwards. Feeling my annoyance mount, I was saved from doing anything foolish by Liv who spoke far more reasonably and professionally. She retrieved the Freelancer badge and stated that we were on official business for the city.
I’d almost forgotten the ridiculous pieces of metal, but it had the required outcome as the guard gripped the keys begrudgingly, time-consumingly selecting the correct one. By the time the door was swung inwards, and we were allowed inside, I was wound up into a web of energy. Skittering inside, I rushed down the corridor in some vague recollection of our time here a few days past.
Luckily it wasn’t needed as heavy footfalls echoed ahead and we were able to pinpoint Saman’s location easier than expected. He seemed surprised to see us, but not unwelcoming, clearly understanding that something of utmost important must have happened for us to intrude.
A slither of guilt wound its way through me as I offered the invitation that I’d denied so many times, but it seemed inconsequential compared to the urgency of needing his assistance. It was always difficult to read his expressions, but as I spoke of Haven and the audience with Otho, he leaned closer, focused and genuinely keen to assist however he could. While trying to explain, not bothering to conceal my desperation, I labelled Mesh as a good, close friend and it only twisted the knife in my belly deeper. It seemed to resonate with him as he stiffened, requiring no further explanation or incentive. Perhaps I had been wrong about him.
The momentary glee of his cooperation stifled some of my churning anguish, and as we retraced our steps, I couldn’t help being drawn to a sizeable suit of armour standing to attention against the wall. It was brandishing a polearm as though to allure me more and altering my course slightly, a quick shove with my boot caused the display to falter. Expecting a reprimand from Saman, I glanced back up at him, but when none came I pictured the annoying, time-wasting guard and offered the necessary nudge to the weapon, causing it to dislodge and clatter theatrically to the floor.
Skipping swiftly away from my destruction, I blamed Liv through muffled giggles as the old guard rushed into to discover the source of the commotion. Curtis, whose name I immediately learned, was obviously unimpressed, urging Saman to keep better company. Infuriated slightly I stepped forward, defending my friend against his accusations. I’d never let anyone upset her.
It mattered little as Saman readjusted the armour and we headed back out into the night. The Warforged was able to reveal to us the location of Robyn’s home but reminded us that she had just suffered a great loss. I understood and didn’t wish to disturb her, but this was truly life or death. I had to speak with her.
We looped around the Smithing District’s upper levels until Saman directed us to a small, terraced dwelling. I rapped hard against the solid wood, but it wasn’t until the third attempt that I heard a chain latch and the door pulled taut against its new restraint. Once she’d confirmed our identities and I’d pleaded the urgency of our visit, the barrier was opened fully to reveal a dishevelled and clearly exhausted Skirmisher.
My heart went out to her, and I apologised once more for the disturbance, offering my sincere condolences for the death of her friend. Her shoulders sagged, and I wondered if she was the type to cry; I couldn’t quite picture it. Steeling myself, I rapidly blurted out once more my own distress, that someone dear to my own heart was in peril and I begged her to assist me in preventing the same fate occurring as to her comrade.
As I spoke, I moved closer, placing a palm gently against her shoulder and while she made no move against the comfort, I wasn’t quite convinced it offered the kindness I’d intended. Even so, she met my eyes, agreeing wearily but not resentfully to help any way she could. Relief flooded me, and I reached in to embrace her. She certainly bristled at that, stepping a resolute pace back to safety and I smiled, thanking her again and agreeing to meet up in the morning. As she vanished, I wished I’d been selfish enough to insist she join us immediately, but I knew she needed to be alone tonight.
My next port of call was almost certainly going to be fruitless, but if there was even the smallest of chance at locating Elirith, I had to try. After describing her long blonde hair, elven features and clothing to anyone that would give me the time of day, I had to resign myself to defeat. Patrons of the tavern were far more interested in discussing joining the Freelancers, than helping me locate an elf within Shepherd’s Rest and for once, I bated away their flirtations. Liv suggested what I already knew but didn’t quite want to hear, Elirth had likely taken another form and would be impossible to locate tonight. Fingernails dug into my palms as I strode purposefully to the exit and back to Haven. Patience was certainly not my virtue, but I had no other choice than to wait. I’d done all I could…hadn’t I?
Escorting Saman into Haven held less ceremony than I’d normally envisage, I was far too concerned with matters other than the abnormality of my living arranges. Still, I briefly answered what questions I could, surprised that he didn’t seem concerned at the obvious illicit activities. I’d imagined him stalwart in his righteous nature, law-abiding and just, but perhaps I’d read it wrong. Or perhaps, like myself he recognised that this was what Bastion in its entirely should be like.
It was after hours now, Halo deserted but Penitence was still at the bar snoring soundly. He’d either drank too much or been given something special. I almost wish I’d had the same, but I needed all my wits about me. With a shrug, I gestured to Saman, who lifted the grumbling Penitence into his arms. He seemed confused about who was helping him, saying that I shouldn’t pick him up, but I ignored him, deciding the best place for us all was back in the infirmary, even if Liv’s room was currently occupied.
The undeniable sound of retching sounded behind me as we dropped onto the arena floor and I was overly glad Saman bore the brunt of it. As the others settled down to get some rest, I felt unable to close my eyes, fear flowing through me in waves. What if she was already dead?
The staff common area and Diplomat’s barracks held a variety of bodies, even at this hour and I returned the few greetings I was offered, making my way until I stood beside my own cot. Her door was ahead, closed and most certainly locked, yet it only took a few breaths before I’d made my way there. Snores and the odd muttering sounded out beside me, but the air felt too still, empty. Placing a palm to her door, I closed my eyes and leant forward until my forehead met wood, shoulders hunched as I felt my heart contract. Where was she? I let my lips move in an unvoiced prayer as I urged the Shepherd to watch out for her. She bought members of his flock into the safety of Bastion when no one else would. That deserved his gaze. It had to…
I didn’t stop my silent plea until a patter of tears dropped from my eyes. Straightening with a gulp, I span around, though no one stirred. What would Mesh think if she saw me now? I quickly wiped a sleeve across my face, forcing a mad smile; she’d encourage me and comfort me all at once, achieving the feat in a few short words.
I missed her so much.
Sleep didn’t find me, only half dreams where the roles didn’t match the characters or the locations were warped and twisted from what they should. It left me groggy, my head full of unwanted fog, but I was still up before anyone else. I was normally only first to rise if there was some excitement to be had, a celebration or announcement. It made this occasion all the more oppressive.
Barely caring who I woke, I reached underneath my bed and searching for a heavy wrapped package. Once my fingertips found it, I dragged out the rarely used item, unfolding the material and looping the necessary straps and buckles. I hated wielding a shield, but urgency demanded it.
Meeting up with Liv, Saman and Penitence, the latter seemed to be studying me suspiciously, squinting his eyes and tilting his head. When I tried to prompt for his unspoken thoughts he only blinked rapidly, saying he must have dreamt about me. At any other time I’d be flattered, but he looked so mystified and bewildered, that all I teasing queried was if he needed carrying again now. Mortified he shook his head so violently, I had to laugh a little despite it all.
Leaving them behind at Haven to follow up on the magic-enhanced glove we located, I made my way once more out into Bastion to the café where Robyn and Elirith would rendezvous. Walking inside, I realised Robyn was already present and waiting. She looked armed and ready for anything, a little out of place in the quaint surroundings and it caused a faint smile to grace my lips. Ordering cake for us both, despite her protests we sat and waited for Elirith.
Every second seemed to last an eternity as I strained my neck to catch the first glimpse of her. I couldn’t seem to keep still, perched on the edge of my chair as though ready to spring up at any moment. I was even a little rude to the assistant who asked me to store my glaive, sword and shield, and I realised I looked more of a walking armoury that Robyn.
Finally, Elirith’s blonde hair came into view, and I was on my feet before she’d barely stepped inside, explaining once more how Mesh was in danger. Glad that this time I didn’t need to convey the urgency of my actions, I saw her expression shift from surprise to distress as she agreed to assist me even more readily than the others. Marching ahead, causing Robyn to pick up the bill, I guided Elirith back to the maze with the ex-Skirmisher hurrying to catch up.
My skin felt itchy like it was crawling. We needed to begin this mission, but Otho had requested an audience with everyone first. I was almost dancing as Robyn’s relinquished her weapons to Smash and Bash, urging the ritual to be over and I ploughed to the Common area in search of the others.
Entering to jeers, taunts and calls of betting that mimicked a miniature version of a fight night, I weaved my way forwards through the gathered throng of Diplomats and other Faithful. As I reached the front another roar erupted, and Saman stood to the victorious cheers, arms aloft as he basked in the glory. Left at the table was Stallone, the orc still studying his hand, tusks shifting as he worked his jaw.
Seizing the rare opportunity, I closed the gap, leaning in and goaded the fellow Diplomat on his lack of strength. His fist whirled through the air, only just missing me as a leapt aside from the half-hearted sweep. He’d be furious at losing such a test of skill and I enjoyed his grumbles despite the circumstances.
The fizzle of excitement died down, and my urgency returned in a hot wave as I ushered everyone back upwards to locate Otho. Their booth within Halo was empty, and at my persistent urges Nugget gestured towards their private quarters before moving to signal Otho inside. Fear nestled inside me at disturbing them but we had to set off as soon as possible. We had to find her.
In what felt like forever, the door before us opened and Dhaer emerged. His form looked all the more slender as Otho appeared behind him, immediately becoming the unchallenged focus and presence within the space. The slight unease of the others was obvious, and I hurried to justify the disturbance, that I’d gathered everyone and we were ready to find Mesh.
Otho took their time in measuring everyone, golden eyes cast confidently and imposingly before they informed us to move to the arena for briefing. As expected, no one disagreed.
As we walked, I looked to Dhaer again, feeling my lip pinch. It was unspoken that him and Otho shared something. I’d spent countless hours with Dhaer in that pitch-black darkness before, but now I wouldn’t have Mesh to guide me. I had to remember to be respectful.
Taking a seat at the front of the group, my focus remained on Dhaer as he once again regaled the events that lead to himself and Mesh parting ways. After learning of the reanimated Skirmisher we fought in the Wastelands, coupled with our report from the Waterworks; the two of them had been instructed by Otho to investigate House Karlaith.
Dhaer’s tone became laced with bitterness as he revealed House Karlaith to be the hometown he’d escaped from years prior. For this reason, Otho requested Mesh escort him there to infiltrate and gain any information on their plans. While Mesh waited within the tunnels, Dhaer used his talents to live amongst them and managed two days hidden, as he attempted to get close to the Night Mother, the House’s Matriarch who came into power about twenty years ago. He explained how her reign had seen a decline in the House’s standing up until about two years prior when suddenly her enemies began to be more easily felled.
Shifting to cross his arms over his chest, he almost spat out that he’d seen the horrific beast the Night Mother commanded; a reanimated rotting Black Dragon. He warned that he’d never seen Necromancy like it, that it had given her a fearsome reputation amongst the House and we should endeavour not to face it. Dhaer nodded as he explained he’d attempted to understand what gave her this power but anyone who ventured too close was discouraged by her guard, Commander Utain.
Dhear grunted a little, almost in annoyance as he revealed that before he could learn more, his disguise had been uncovered. Fleeing, he met Mesh at the agreed rendezvous and they fled together away from Bastion, to not lead pursuers into the Faithful’s tunnels. My heart rate was rapidly increasing, and I edged forward on my seat, glaive tight in my grasp.
If Dhaer noticed my distress, he gave no indication as he continued how they believed they’d avoided all patrols when they’d been attached by Duergar. These grey-skinned Dwarves appeared to be in service of the Night Mother, with their glowing yellow eyes, skin covered in growths and their arms split open to form tentacles. Grimacing I listened with bated breath as he described how he’d immediately been wounded, with Mesh coming to his aid and forming a barrier between herself and Dhaer. She’d ordered him to escape in that tone that didn’t invite disagreement, and he’d of course obeyed. Everyone did when she commanded you to, I knew that better than anyone.
I was on my feet immediately, vowing to locate her. Rescue didn’t seem the correct word, she was the one that performed that act, we were simply assisting her. At least that was what I told my swirling stomach.
Otho’s demanding tone took over as they stated we would have any supplies that we needed. Turning to Elirith, they held out their palm and a band of gold rested there. They advised that she’d have it returned to her should we be successful. I could only fathom it had been the artefact used as payment for passage into the city and therefore must be of value. Elirith agreed wholeheartedly, though I doubted she needed a monetary reward.
Next Otho addressed Robyn, measuring her obvious unease and commenting how she had perhaps lost her place in the world. They asked what she wished as reward, and she fumbled slightly at the questioning stare, answering that she was unsure. The hint of a smile graced Otho’s lips as they turned to Saman, querying if he was impressed by Haven. Saman barely pondered, his reply causing my eyebrows to raise as he firmly stated that this was how Bastion should be. I knew I should try to understand him a little more.
Otho lifted their chin, clearly both impressed and proud. At that moment, Daq appeared at the top of the stairs, and I recognised both Robyn’s bow and Saman’s hammer. We were soon reequipped fully and I watched everyone carefully, but no one did anything foolish. Then again, surely they wouldn’t be that stupid to challenge Otho.
As we finished reading ourselves, Otho turned their unyielding gaze upon me, requested a word in private. Familiar nerviness fluttered as I waited to be out of earshot, a twist of worry and curiosity. Otho measured me, tone becoming far more serious as they demanded me inform on what my primary mission was. I knew the answer instantly and voiced it was to protect Liv.
The slight smirk of appreciation reappeared as they cocked their head ever so slightly before asking me what I would do if I had to choose between Liv and Mesh. I almost scoffed in reply, not quite comprehending and answering that I would, of course, save both. Otho’s eyes narrowed as they repeated the question, emphasising that that might not be a possibility.
Knot of fear tightening, I nodded once more, stating that it wouldn’t be an issue. I would ensure both lived. Otho dismissed me at that, and I jogged upwards, hurrying towards the guest rooms and the tunnels. Dhaer was already opening the passageway, and I steeled myself for a rescue mission that could only have one outcome.
She had to be alive, she had to be okay. It was Mesh after all.
Otho’s question flew through my mind again and suddenly I knew the real answer, though obviously, I kept it very much to myself.
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8 Conditori
- Rel explains about the Diplomats and the Faithful to Penitence
- Explains that Mesh, her mentor and Diplomat leader, was missing.
- Peni asked how to join; Rel explained it was Otho's decision alone. Proving himself by helping to find Mesh would help that case.
- Head out late at night to fetch Saman and Robyn.
- Reach ancestral archives, Liv uses Freelancer badge to persuade guards to let them in.
- Saman agrees to help, tells others where Robyn lives, reminds them of recent loss.
- Find Robyn, she agrees to join.
- Tried to find Elirith but no sign of her.
- Rendezvous with Robyn and Elirith at the cafe.
- Saman winning at arm-wrestling with Diplomats.
- Head to Otho's booth; Dhaer emerges. Otho relocates briefing to arena.
- Dhaer briefed everyone: after learning of the reanimated Skirmisher in the Wastelands, and the report froom the Waterworks, Dhaer and Mesh were instructed to investigate House Karlaith.
- Dhaer was his hometown that he had escaped from, Otho requested him to infiltrate and gather any information.
- Mesh waited in the tunnels, Dhaer used his talents and managed to get close to the Night Mother, the House Matriarch.
- Her reign had seen a decline until about two years ago when her enemies suddenly became easier to fell.
- The Night Mother commanded a reanimated Black Dragon.
- Dhaer had tried to understand what gaver her the power, but couldn't get past Commander Utain.
- Dhaer's disguise had been uncovered, they fled away from Bastion to not lead pursuers to Haven.
- They were attached by Duergar that appeared to be in the service of the Night Mother, skin covered in growths and arms split into tentacles.
- Dhaer was wounded; Mesh commanded him to escape.
- Otho asks Robyn what she wants as a reward, she says she doesn't know.
- We're all given our weapons back and get ready to head off.
- Otho asks to speak to Rel in private and asks her to reconfirm her primary mission: to protect Liv.
Report Date
22 Aug 2019
Original Disclaimer: Written from Rell’s PoV and any opinions on character’s or npcs are her own and may not be a true reflection of a character’s intended actions or intentions. Any missing content is due to Rell’s selective hearing or poor memory. Although I have attempted to keep information on Rell to a minimum, please note that you may read some content/opinions that aren’t common knowledge to your own characters and therefore it should not influence your interactions with her.
Additional Disclaimer: This article is ported frpm old blogspot articles for reference, and pertinent bullets and dates added to timelines.
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