Lucile

The fight on the road shook us a bit, but we decided not to rest and push through. We had to pursue our goal, we had to get LouLou’s memory back. Caja seemed… different after the fight. Her voice got a bit lower, and there was starting to appear a darker shade on her chin and upper lip, like you see with young dwarfs about to hit their puberty. Since it was unlikely Caja would turn into a young dwarven man, something else seemed the matter. She had an ugly scar on her arm, that started to fester and showed a thicker patch of hair. We connected the dots pretty soon after that, thinking of the creatures we had fought earlier, but Caja was stubborn. Denying she was in any danger, and seemingly confused, thinking she wanted to possibly turn into one of those evil creatures. I decided for her and cast the spell to undo a potential curse. She will thank me later. This land does strange things to my companions. They seemed so strongly convinced by right and wrong when we first arrived, but now, I’m not so sure anymore. I’m afraid they are starting to forget the importance of what we are doing here. I seem to have to remind them regularly.
 
We had to look for our ‘friend’ Basilstein who may be able to point us in the direction of a set of astral pistons. On our way there we stopped about 100m away from the stygian dock, where a ship was docked, a big, evil looking thing, a six story tall monolith build from infernal metal. Seemingly powered by styx water, because steam came out of it. When you looked longer, horrible faces seem to emerge out of the clouds. Armies of devils where training there, whipped by chain devils. Doing target practise and doing push-ups. A line of Imps carrying big iron boxes up to the hill, into the infernal war machine. I saw Miragons, and bearded devils. And a enormous bluish fiend, big wings, with giant horns curled around their face, who seemed to be the leader
 
Caja and Fenrir where set on walking right in there, right into those armies of evil. Getting more naïve by the day, or they just simply stopped caring about their lives. I managed to convince them to first look in Basilsteens hut, where we before caught the souls in the styx water in one of his contraptions. The hut didn’t seem to be inhabited by Basilstein. There was a thick layer of dust, but wiping away the dust, I saw one of the most unique pieces of woodworking I have ever seen in my life. A master’s work, a true artist. Bright white wood, with a red grain. The markings, the patterns, they resembled faces and I swear when I looked closer, their eyes seem to follow me. Swallowing away the emotion that overcame me at seeing such work of art, in such a dark place, we searched the house further, but found nothing that could lead us to Basilsteen.
 
But Basilstein found his way to us. With on his heels a small army of devil’s, and most important of all, the big blue winged devil I described before. We were unable to escape before they saw us and fighting this creature was no option. We where way out of our league. Just in case this wasn’t clear enough to us, the warlord introducing their selves as General Lucile threw a fireball at us, just as a display of power. Now, I have to say, Basilstein was very brave and tried to protect us, saying we where bound to him with our souls. That this was the reason why we were here. The ruse seemed to work, until It’s attention got drawn to Bertha, who works like a flytrap to demon’s, still having a soul of her own. As a student of truth, and not able to hold her tongue when she feels unfairly treated, she spoke to Lucile as an equal, very rudely. Called her moody, and spoke back to them relentlessly. Knowing a thing or to about army dynamics, this is where Lucile had to display an even greater force of power, to maintain the respect of her subordinates. She seemed to get even bigger, and got ready to teach us all a lesson…