I've been on edge since the moment that I almost lost the love of my life to the Seneschal. To think he could fall so easily, on the edge of the afterlife... I have never seen him in such peril before. Charging blindly to slay his attacker, I paid no heed as I charged through a barrier that sapped my arms of their magical strength, rendering them mundane, unblessed by the gods. Steinbjorn tells me that the magic is back now, which is a relief, but I dread to think of what would have happened had it been permanent.
The aboleth is still out of our reach, and our party wanders forth without a clear leader to pave our path towards vanquishing the evil in these halls. The closest we have is Arcadius, but now I am wary of his decisions to release evil and shady characters from imprisonment. I cast concerned eyes at Steinbjorn; he knows how on edge I am with collaborating and releasing such evil or chaotic persons. I would try and discern their motives through my usual learned spells, but I have replaced them this day with poison fighting spells for our anticipated battle against the aboleth.
O' Hel, Dark Lady, what can I do to carve my way towards this Aboleth, so that we may slaughter it in your name and rid this world of such evil? My Lady, guide my sword arm to vanquish my enemies!
And if these decisions to let free these uncertain folks come to bring us harm, Hel, please give me enough foresight so that my husband and I can retreat safely!
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