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1164th year, 3rd month of summer, Tuesday the 17th

Thejon forgive me.

by Rykkard


Penned at the reflections of Thejon the Hollow


The Sprint, #51234






Thejon forgive me.



I write as I meditate in this basement room, just after we finish the investigation of this house. I need to take some time to understand what has happened.

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In the house’s basement we encountered a wizard-goblin’s workshop full of books and a strange cage. I believe it was Seven (I have given up on the cat’s name, forgive me) who found the book first, though I was the one to investigate. The spine read “The Trial of Azmodeus”, a name I seem to recall from the Hollow’s own past. Whatever it was that I did, I called a fiend to this plane - a frightening creature with a gaunt skeleton and bones, and claws larger than my own. Zippi would later name the fiend a bone devil, but at the time I simply engaged the fiend. As would Thejon.



But Thejon, I do not understand. You had - have - spent years destroying fiends, and hundreds have surrendered in hopes of your mercy. You have instructed me in the art of discipline, and I have dutifully practiced and learned and followed your words. Yet in my first combat I failed, caught without weapon or shield and nearly falling to the creature. We outnumbered the devil, and I still failed to defeat it. Without my allies I surely would have fallen into Azel’s slumber. Did you wish to see me there, instead of alive on the material plane? Thejon, I do not understand why I failed or why you would have me dishonor your teachings before those you crush under your heel.
When night has fallen, I will light incense at my bedside for Thejon’s body and soul. Though he returns to this world only to leave me, still I will honor his death and sacrifice, as I would any hero of N’thack.



My meditations may bring more trouble than clarity. What I felt of Thejon’s instruction seemed only to confirm my fears: “You have failed me”.
I am not sure what to do, so I will do as I have been taught: throw myself at the mercy of Arah and the service to his temple here. Perhaps hard work and charity will clear my mind, and in His hall I can better learn how to regain my honor and Thejon’s.




Während meine Knochen würden Asche / und mein Geist alles vergisst


(Even after my bones become ash / and my spirit has forgotten)

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