Penned at the reflections of Thejon the Hollow
The Sprint, #51234
I wish to add more to my previous writings - it has been an emotiona and important period, and I would like to pen all that has happened to us.
From the house, I took the fiendish tome The Trial of Azmodeus. It speaks to my mind in an ancient and otherworldly tone, though I cannot say it is disinterested in me. Perhaps it is interested in Thejon?
It is not. It calls me weak, and wants to show me how to live a path it walks. In anger it threw me across the basement and knocked me out, where it took my mind to an abyssal plane. I think. There was fire and a burning throne, though empty. The voice tells me I must keep the book from the others and protect it. If I do it will “fill the void you feel”.
From Cassius’ journal:
. . . . . Diffra Glaust - contact [at] Sassafrass Saloon
. . . . . Fae Bjornir - dwarf, friend, The Spring (scrawled notes)
. . . . . Cassius was investigating a group based out of Rakai that was smuggling people in and out of the city
. . . . . Copy of the letter to Reign Steelhammer: “They know I’m onto them. I’ve returned home and set up my defenses. Send guild help. The investigation has been compromised.”
As we left the house there was a strange man, a preacher named Cystus. He shouts from a box at a streetcorner about the end times and the demons who plot to destroy us all. He is insane. He spouts falsities, and Thejon’s work has culled any doubts. Praise to the Hollow.