Hmmm…Krezk. What is there really to say of this place. Overall it is not too bad, the Abbey seems strangely welcoming and the townsfolk have been reasonable. I think that if I had to live somewhere in this land (and that really is a stretch as I would never want to live in this land) it would probably be here. It seems remote and detached from the activities of the rest of the realm. I like that.
Pavel talked to the head Abbot for some time, which I guess can’t be all bad. With some luck the guy will have knocked some sense into that stubborn head of his. It is a shame that we had to depart so quickly, I would have enjoyed resting here and to have an opportunity to collect ourselves. As it stands we were only able to provision, and in the process I was able to acquire a sturdy and impressive mount with the fun money I had squirrelled away for rainy days, so that bit of pressure was lifted. Once we restocked we exited the town as quickly as we entered. I was thankful that the gatekeeper still possessed our equipment that we were forced to check at the door. I don’t know that I could have lived down that grief I would have received by the others who were so adamant about retaining their weapons.
So we made the decision to return to the Wizard’s Tower that we passed on the way to Krezk. I am not terribly happy about this decision, but it may also yield us some additional tools we can use to overcome the Lord of this land. I am fearful of our odds, but at this point our lot has been cast. In addition to our provisions, we acquired some excavating equipment that will help us gain entry into the bricked up tower.
Our trip back to the tower was uneventful, and upon reaching it Jacob and I set about tearing down the brickwork with the tools we purchased back in Krezk. Upon finally gaining entry we were in what appeared the empty ground floor room, the upper floors were quite deteriorated and inaccessible. Pavel was finally able to scale the interior but found nothing of import. We were just about to give up entirely when a secret door was found in the floor of the tower. We took a break in order to have a quick lunch and then went back at it.
I don’t know who these idiots are, but I think I can use them to my advantage. It is amazing that they even managed to find the secret door, however since my hope was to get my equipment out from under the sarcophagus located below. How long have I been here? Of all the potential allies that I could have acquired, I end up with these guys, they can’t stop bickering amongst themselves and seem wholly unsure as to how they should proceed.
I finally decided I didn’t need to wait on them. This body I’m in seems to be the strongest one here and at the time they didn’t seem too concerned about my actions. After some doing, the priestly one (I believe his name might be Jacob) and I manage to slide the Sarcophagus to the side, but much to my dismay all of my weapons had long turned to dust.
As the night approached, I was assigned a watch with another woman within the party names Inara. I engaged her in what I thought was polite discussion about perhaps acquiring a firearm or bow, Inara had what appeared to be an adequate Pistol and I was hoping to get an opportunity to test the heft and get some pointers. Sadly the only response I received was one of suspicion, and also continual wary looks (just what has this body done to evoke such responses?). Fearing that my cover might have been blown, I try to smooth things over and down play the conversation however I think the damage was done.
As the evening progressed, my cover became more tenuous. There was a dead individual that came calling during our watch. The others seemed to have some familiarity with him and called to him by name. The name they used was Gregori, and apparently it caused some distress amongst them. One of them, Jacob I believe attempted to perceive Gregori for what he really was and in the process I inadvertently became a victim to the self-same magics. With my cover blown I now have come to find myself trussed and deprived of my weapons (It was later learned that Pavel had destroyed several items determined by him to be Evil).
I chose to play on their sympathies. It seemed to be my only available option. I explain to them that my name is Sarah, and that I was a member of the Tormon guild many years in the past. I had hoped that by establishing my Tormon Guild membership I would then be able to strike a kinship with them which would have enabled me to escape my bonds and return to my true goal of defeating the Devil. This created much discussion that caused me inordinate dread as it primarily revolved around exorcising me from my host body. As much as I tried to reassure them that my intentions were noble, they redoubled their desire to remove me. I tried to give them useful options, myself being a much better combatant and far more trustworthy than the former host seemed to be the most logical stance, as well I explained that once we succeeded in our quest to defeat the Devil, I would be able to move on to the next plane and would no longer have need to inhabit the body thus returning their companion Haldor to his rightful place. However they dug their heels in and refused any form of compromise regarding our predicament.
As much as I hated to force my hand, since I really do need their assistance, I let them know that I would not be leaving this body willfully and that their ability to evict me would be most assuredly met with failure. This should have settled the matter but they continued on, talking in circles about the same things.
Finally Jacob came up with a rather interesting and dangerous proposal. They now wish to resurrect me with one of the mystical relics in their possession. Apparently it possesses an ability to bring people back from the dead granted not too much time has passed, it is a rather time consuming practice and it will summon a great number of evil creatures from the local area to converge on us while the ritual is taking place.
If all goes well, I will be in my old body again, and they may have this Haldor person back (for what that is worth). I can only pray that we accomplish this task and can continue on with the defeat of the Devil. I cannot allow fate to ruin things again, this must be the final confrontation and no quarter should be given to that demon scourge.