Hello again, Journal:
It seems I'm on a full-scale adventure. How exciting! Allow me to explain how today's events unfolded.
The morning hours were uneventful. Having rid the ruins of the remaining undead problem, the Divine allowed me this week to rest. I hadn't received any guidance, so I had planned to spend my days sampling the city's wares, consume some of the finer spirits, and wander out in search of peril tomorrow. Corellon has other plans, it seems.
As I sat in the Salty Dog tavern, drinking what they attempted to pass as wine, I began to notice the activity in the bar slow. It is not uncommon to see the more novice drinkers collapse in a pool of their own drunken shame, but this was different. The sun had not yet been hidden for two hours as humans around me began to doze off, hunched over their tables or spilled onto the floor.
Then I heard them. Three Teiflings were making their way into the tavern. I managed to slide through the Fey to the other end of the bar, where I laid motionless, trying to conceal my face, yet keeping an eye on the Teiflings. Eladrin attract enough attention. I assumed this was a petty robbery, prefaced by a novice incantation which coaxed the patrons into their slumber. Surely this was the natural order of these large cities, and I needn't interfere. As I feigned sleep, I noticed a small pair of feet beneath the bar divider, next to an unconscious bartender. There sat, curled and sobbing, a human boy. Just as I spied this child, the Teiflings unsheathed their blades, and began murdering the bar patrons, making their way towards the child.
Theft, fights, and the occasional duel were common sights in these cities, and no business of the Divine. However, Corellon's will does not permit the wanton slaughter of any creature; and though I hesitate to admit it, I am a bit biased towards children. We could not allow this abomination to go on, regardless of its cause.
I stood, drew my blade, and blasted the first unsuspecting Teifling, the radiant wrath of the Divine searing his clothes and burning his flesh. That got their attention. I fended off a perry or two as I drew them out in to the alley and into the street. The scene was chaos at first, as the sounds of our battle frightened the pedestrians, sending them running from us, causing an awful commotion. I had intended to hold them off as long as it took to attract the attention of the guards, who would handle the rest.
To my astonishment, two arrows raced past me, wounding my surrounding enemies. As the crowd dispersed, several figures remained. The battle was much too fast for me to assess my new allies, so I merely aided them in surrounding and defeating each Teifling as they came. The original three apparently had a few friends in hiding. We managed to defeat the robbers just as the guards arrived. Fortunately, I did not notice the Tiefling that accompanied these fighters, as I surely would have mistaken him for one of the aggressors.
Wouldn't you know it? This band of adventurers turned out to be the fabled 42nd which that charming little gnome went on and on about recently! Though they did not fit Ringle's description. Stovokor is apparently an incredibly rude Deva, though since he is a follower of Bahamut, I see how this can be distorted. Oddly enough, he was described as animate and quick-witted, while this man is reserved and quiet. I also met the noble and thick-skulled paladin, Talos, and the adorable little Terrion. What a grumpy little creature. So funny! The Teifling accomplice turned out to be a local friend of theirs, and went on about his way. I did not catch his name.
There are also two children of the Feywild in their midst: Alyana, their temptingly vibrant ranger, and some shaman. His name was something like Elvis or Elwick. I don't really recall his name, either. I was much too distracted by the girl. Regardless, they both have strong connections to the wilderness, each with their own beast companions; and they appear to be well-seasoned adventurers. I look forward to their company.Now that I think about it, wasn't there a wizard?
Nevertheless, my friends decided they should investigate this crime and, after showering yours truly with gratitide and admiration, convinced me to follow. I was told this would lead us to horrors of the demonic and the undead. I can not pass up the chance to send these abominations back to the abyss.
We found that the drinks had been tainted by sleep-weed, and investigated the source. Soon we were off in search of a local merchant, Levon du Saul, which had delivered this particular shipment. Upon finding the man, he directed us to a warehouse owned and operated by Devin Garland. Unfortunately, Levon du Saul led us right into an ambush.
Met by several giggling young beauties, we entered the warehouse with the intention of coaxing information (among other things) from them. In the meantime, precious Alyana wandered off to investigate, and managed to uncover the ambush before they got the jump on us. The delicious objects of my attention shed their facade to expose the demonic succubi that dwelt within. Demonic beasts and Teifling ruffians appeared from every corner. Though we caught them off guard, we were still startled enough to fight a sloppy battle. We managed to dispose of our adversaries. Amusingly, the seductive advances of the infernal harlots had no affect on me, though Terrion, Talos, and even Alyana were mesmerized by their fiendish charm.
I don't remember much after the battle except for a nude man in a crate. Since this didn't interest me in the slightest, I decided to make my way back here to the Salty Dog to rest my eyes and refocus my thoughts. Hopefully tomorrow we can find and punish Levon du Saul for his treachery and complacency with demonic forces.
I thank Corellon for guiding me to these adventurers. His wisdom is great, and His grace eternal. I see now that I must assist these adventurers in their quest. I shall cleanse every stone and every plank of their demonic infestation. Something wicked this way roars, and there is but one solution. Every infernal beast and every ally to the abominable shall meet the fate they deserve...
...eradication.
May His light guide us.
