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Ephia's Well - What a boring name for a "City" (read: Ruin)!
Waters of Life, bla-bla-bla! B'aara, bla-bla-bla! I am bored right through the gate!

Jazar desires excitement! Yes, I do! I will bow my head to their faith, as I must, what use is it to be a Heathen? None! Jazar has the wisdom to acknowledge that. But, inside of me, I wish for a greater religion to pursue than these Spokes... There's some rumour of Sages but they are revered my Eel-fishers with thin moustaches and that is not more desirable!

DJINNI? Now that is exciting! But Jazar will not have them eat him up for second breakfast.
No no. Throw them out the window.

Let Jazar focus on LIFE, yes? LIFE has excitement. So many things to crush with hammer! What did I have a taste of? Worms. Yes, tough meat! Chewy, PUH! Spit it out, not good. Then beetles yes, with strong... What do you call it? Not hide, no... Damnation. I am a fool. SHELL? Cracks! Cracking sound is pleasing to the ears, this is true. But I want to crush something new, something that the blood explodes out of. Like for example, a huge tick who just had a feast. Did not see any of those around. But imagine!

Would like to crush humans too, but there is law and Jazar will bow his head and follow the rules. Because prison or execution is not desirable, no no. Not for Jazar, no.

Jazar thought; what if he *is* the law? Clever plan, yes, but involves scraping and saluting and paperwork. I would sooner join in a goblin throng's activities than do paperwork. But can salute, know how to!

BANDA ROSSA? Paid to kill, paid to guard, ehh... Exciting? Maybe if contract pleases Jazar, could be exciting? Yes. This is my path. Very good.

Now I go eat second lunch. Barleybread is all I can afford. Disgusting. I deserve meat pie and strong ale. But has none.

Jazar weeps.

Random idea brainstorm.

But I.E. imagine being a B'aara cleric and being able to brew.

Perhaps you could have some signature brews related to B'aara like instead of Cure Serious Wounds you can make B'aara's Cures which is CSW but with a higher CL.

Agasslakku being able to brew a stronger Divine Favor, Warrior's Favor.

A necromancer Wizard spellschool being able to brew stronger inflict wounds (for his undeaddos)

Was just a thought

The same old story as always, Exiled -> Try to have fun -> Bored(and alone).

Nonetheless, my time spend not as Exile and as Exile, was actually suprisingly fun.
Huge thanks to Secutor for giving the Exiled dweeb squad plot, intrigue & interaction to keep us entertained and motivated.
Alas, there was not enough player interest to join the Creep efforts.

Special thanks to Arjuna Namahedu & Crew. (Yayyy murder).
To NND for being exile buddy.
To a bunch of players I won't name to not incriminate them that sought me out in the Creep out of the kindness of their heart.

Nathaniel Blackvale was a total asshole and slimey narcicist. And I think I took *all* of the bad choices that spawned from his irritable personality.

And he was actually the Legate the whole time (proof):




I think I'll try to play something that doesn't end up in the Creep next?

Woof.

Dear Diary,

I don't know what dark powers you possess but raging on your pages causes my problems to be solved. All of a sudden, I have the most brutish and easy to manipulate man in employ. He is made of pure muscle and bloodlust. His yearning for cannibalism is a tad concerning (more than a tad) but that's something I can work around.

Maybe he's strong enough to kill Gedwyr who knows.

But if he messes up, I don't know him!

Cowardice! Complacency! Cantankerous little pests! Even those who Dwell in filth below have no desperation enough to muster the courage required to commit foul murder. Fear of Law grip their hot hearts. Afraid of the lynch-mob of dullard adventurers. Pathetic! Miserable! Must I really resort to doing dirty work myself? Because with one exception, I shan't. It is below me. I have the coin to supply and these dregs are supposed to be working. Simple as. Perhaps though I can lean on the Dark Mesiahs to give these dying cravens some black purpose to make it worth sacrifice. There is wisdom in the faith I have allied, but if I look at my direct neighbors, they too wish for others to commit the actual work. There's little to gain in the Creep it seems when it comes to bloody murder. However for some unfathomable reason, most people seem to deposit information to me free of charge. They view me as so morally corrupt that whatever evil desires they have must pale in comparison and the words they cast my way as some sort of twisted confession won't find it's way into paying clientile's ears. WRONG. I am selling everything you ever told me, fools.

LEGATE DRAGON,

Congratulations on your inevitable victory.
Your opponents were lamed children, but nonetheless, you would've strangled more worthy adversaries aswell.

Now, to business.

I want to give you information and options. That I do not trust your runner(s) with.
There are no others that could open this particular path.

Would you grace me with a visit?



BLACKVALE

It's justice to plot Atticus his arm removal.

My case had no witnesses! They judged me guilty for no reason.

No shadow of a doubt he proclaims.

I will have him guilty and suffering. Vengeance!

If you need me prosecuting or testifying I am here.

Nathaniel

Dragon,

I know what I want from you now. It's a big ask, but it would give me endless statisfaction until my death.

Send someone and think up something you'd wish from me.

Nathaniel

Acolyte Zoe,

Please stop sending so many spies my way. You are stopping every individual you find on the streets and asking them to scout my domain. It was my understanding the Priory consists of intelligent & charming weavers. But you are behaving like an incompetent.

As the primary broker of information inside the Creep, I would very much advice you to engage with me instead. I do not have any heavy opinions about the Priory one way or the other.

Best regards,

NATHANIEL BLACKVALE

D.A,

You were supposed to work for me.

Nevermind, then.

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You know who

[We have placed the Wards.]

[A notice is plastered exclusively in the Creep below Ephia's Well. UNSIGNED.]

[It contains the drawing, by charcoal, of a robed figure, a woman, blood on the lips...]

The Acolytes are in the Process of eating your Dreams.
And for what you may ask? Their insanity has multitude of reasons.

What you dream of, might be grounded in reality.
What you dream of, might be made into reality.
What you dream of, might be seeped from you to strengthen them.

And the most Djinn, nefarious reason of them all, one dark acolyte stands and tops them all.

All she wishes is TO EAT.

We have placed the Wards.

Trust not in me, like some ruler over you, I am your neighbor, concerned for you and us all.

Allow them no entrance! Allow them no presence here! Allow them no spies! Allow them not to take freely from you!

WHAT IS YOURS, IS YOURS.

FIGHT TO KEEP YOUR MIND.

I just came up with the worst idea.

Dragon,

would you like to overthrow a foreign government?

Blackvale

That fraudulent man! Bare feet. Has me crush a SYMBOL of his own faith. Metal and gold. Books of other faiths. Petrification-turning of those loyal.

All the warning signs are there...

You will be freed! I will free you from the shackles this feign-priest binds you in. Perhaps you could all return to being Man? If not, I imagine at least your souls will find deserved rest.


Yes... The Leech... That should be that lazy content bastard's moniker.