I write this journal entry from the comfort of my room at Poseidon’s Pearl, the inn where we stayed the night after our meeting with Commander Kip. It was a busy day yesterday, and I can’t seem to shake off the events that unfolded.
After we were introduced to the guard, Yyzipi Roc, we had our meeting with Commander Kip. He was a genuinely compassionate person, and I appreciated the fact that he listened to us and seemed to care about the situation at hand. He agreed to put in a good word for us with Magistrate Erebos Kataklysmos, and Raymond asked for a reduced sentence for the rebels, which Kip passionately agreed to.
However, Kip warned us not to delve too much into the mystery without the council’s consent. I couldn’t help but feel uneasy about that, and after we left the lighthouse, I decided to use a ritual called Augury to get some guidance on the matter. The result was “Weal and Woe,” which was my artifact coin landing perfectly on its side, neither face towards the sky; a rare result that excited me a great deal. I took it as a sign that we should continue our investigation.
Afterwards, we all visited a tavern called The Rusty Lute, where I, embarrassingly, had too much to drink, and can’t remember much except that Jarev’s learned we could meet with the elusive Captain Beauregard at the Star and Moon Trading Company from 9 am to 3 pm and I confirmed his shifty employees also drinking at the bar were not donning the tattoo of the broken wand on their neck.
I also seem to remember Rolen opening up a bit to us as a group, uncloaking himself, revealing he was a dark elf! Kal and I met that trust with kind acknowledgement, but with the ruckus of the bar, I’m not sure who else reciprocated the tender moment of new friendship.
However, our brief moment of respite was short-lived as there was a sudden commotion that led to a tragedy. The Magistrate, ignoring Commander Kip’s advice, had found and captured all the rebels and was holding a public execution. Though some magic from an unknown source was used to prevent it, it was all in vain, and the tragedy unfolded before our eyes. Throats were slit and bodies hung until the circus – Phoenix and I’s home, made it to town.
We left, disheartened, and headed to the inn, where I sit now, sobered by the tragedy and darkness looming over Katia. We have seen the Woe result of Augury, but where is the Weal? I cannot help but wonder what else is in store for us
– – END LOG
