It has been, perhaps, two weeks since I left the temple. Keeping track of the days has been difficult.
I was summoned away by a strange Eladrin. He smiled too much, but I went where he told me. Once there, I met a strange group of fellows: a human, a dwarf, and a rock. Well, more of a crystal I suppose. Johnny is…difficult to describe. His body, his powers, and the organization he represents are beyond my understanding for now. This makes me uneasy, certainly in light of more recent events. However, I believe I have gotten a bit ahead of myself.
We were approached by a goblin, who explained to us that we are now working for his organization. None of us had a reason to disagree. He did not give us any further detailed instruction though, so we were left to our own devices to figure out where to turn next. Eventually, we were enlisted by a warrior to retrieve his sword from a dungeon. Upon our arrival to this dungeon, we met the final member of our party, a dragonkin bard. Lady help me, this bard. I know not what I have done to deserve the punishment of his presence.
Even with an additional ally, retrieving the sword proved to be a more difficult task than we originally thought. In the dungeon, we encountered thieves breaking into a large vault. The thieves posed no threat to us, but they released some sort of out-of-control mechanical monstrosity. We were forced to flee the dungeon as it collapsed from the trauma caused by the machine. Our dwarven companion vanished during the confusion. We did manage to recover the sword we had been sent after.
Our success was short lived however. As we emerged from the dungeon we were confronted by an opposing party who demanded the sword from us. We refused to hand it over and combat began. I do not wish to speak at length about this battle, as it pains me to experience the shame of defeat again. The sword was taken from us. We survived the fight, and when we recovered, we noticed a luminous tower had arisen above the dungeon. With nowhere else to turn, we decided to explore. We met an odd wizard, who seemed to know much more than he was willing to tell. After some discussion, he sent us on our way.
On the road we were attacked by a number of lizardfolk. We dealt with them, but the fighting left us weary. We took shelter for the night in an old imperial outpost. The next morning we found ourselves surrounded by unfamiliar faces, all looking to take possession of the outpost, which is apparently contains a sort of thinning between the worlds. Eight groups eventually approached us, each offering incentives and threats. We eventually chose four groups, who agreed to work together. In the process, we alienated ourselves from the High Churches. I may pay for this decision later, but I feel that the rewards that the other parties offered will benefit My Lady in ways that the Churches would not be able to. I am not alone in my situation, Johnny too rejected the requests of his organization, a “Church” by its own naming. Their representative certainly made a show of power, but it was not a power that was natural. I hope to not see such things again.
We now sit at the outpost, arguing amongst ourselves, waiting for armies to arrive, be they friend or foe. The number my enemies seems to grow daily while my friends and allies does not. As always I stand as a sword for the faith, I will I will do what My Lady wishes, although I do not know where that will lead.