Malek's sermons

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Malek's sermons

Post by Xab » Thu May 23, 2019 1:52 am

These notes are on Malek's grimoire, written in Infernal language and magically concealed.

My Lord, did I have failed you?

My sufferings go on day after day, even here in Arelith.

I was helped, healed and pitied by entire ranks of adventurers...

I accepted all the pain you sent me.

Apparently, my flesh was ready, but my pride was not.

I will continue to search and wait patiently, showing all the diplomacy I am capable of.

I hate perpetrating this masquerade, but at present day I find that I don't have many other options.

I'm too weak. I have no resources, or allies to rely on.

But enough with the complaints!

Sometimes i still feel and think like the poor peasant that I was, and i would still be... had it not been for you, my liege.

I will wait your champion with all my devotion.

M.

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Post by Xab » Sat May 25, 2019 10:25 am

Account of the last days:

I was inspecting the Temple's basement, searching for books, when I end up attacked by a crazy gnome of some kind.

Fortunately (and shamefully) two adventurers helped me kill the creature (I was debilitated and tired because of all the spiders and the Imps).

But I had the most interesting encounter while chasing a bandit group in the sewers:

A warrior there with my same vigilante intentions...He called himself "Luke", short for Lucius.

He was clearly a tiefling.

I've tried to talk to him in the Idiom and he seems to have understood me, although reluctant to hear it (he seems to considers himself an abomination of sorts).

I wonder...Could he be the one destined to become your champion, my lord?

Was this encounter a sign?

I will have to meditate on the matter.

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Re: Malek's sermons

Post by Xab » Sun May 26, 2019 10:44 am

I reached the Church at last.

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As I write these words I struggle to contain the emotion, my hand trembles...

This weakness is the last legacy of the old peasant from Beregost that I once was, my Lord.

The one who led me here was, like many other things these days, a surprise:

Thera'thiel, a very powerful elf.
And a very old one, judging the way he spoke and the things he said...a real noble from the court of Cordor.

He recognized me for what I was in a glance, having met many of my brothers in the past, in peace and (more often I think) in war...

I honestly feared my end had come: I could never compete with someone like him in a fight.

Unexpectedly, after some interesting discussions about the law in force at Arelith and its history, he himself offered to escort me here to Minmir.

A tremendous journey, in which we also crossed the road with a splendid (and frightening) elven woman surrounded by elementals.

After fighting way too many ogres, Tera'thiel kept his word, and lead me here at the doors of the Church.

All he asked in return for his invaluable help was a promise:

my commitment to stay away from a place called "Lye", an area evidently endowed with some sacredness for its people.

I solemnly promised, and I intend to keep my word at the cost of my life.

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