I do not know what Mother would think
of recent events, as I have taken my fate in my own hands. This both
scares and excites me. She would still be be proud of me. She would
be proud of my goals. I do not know if she would be proud of my
methods.
The tale begins with our return from
the main entrance of Rappan Athuk. We were accosted by the villain
Corrak and her band. He (she?) was more interested in talking in
circles and indulging in a little blood play than straight robbery, which I admit I thought
was unusual for a bandit. I defended my Lords honour by fighting in
his steed, and I was soundly and systematically hacked apart. Adding
to my shame, my Lords other comrades jumped in, preventing my
deserved death. As a final insult, Corrak took my Hydra. And my gold.
But mostly my Hydra.
Mother always counselled patience. I
admit, I understand why. But the way I saw it, I had lost face and I
should have been dead. It was an appropriate time to take a risk.
I had seen the raw power of the
Galabrezu. I had seen the well ordered strength of Axis. I had seen
the wisdom and glory of the Angels. I needed access to that sort of
outerworldly essence. So I spent my time hassling Lettus, or Lannis
or whatever his name is. I read up on the Outer Planes. I spent my
time asking any other educated person I could find.
Finally, I made contact. He understood
my problems and motivations. He understood I was up against Orcus and
Rappun Athuk and he shared my disgust. However, he disapproved of me
trying to get personal strength and instead offered to help me better
lead my forces against that damned dungeon. All he needed was a
commitment from me.
I held off initially, but seeing the
opportunity to usurp a bandit Captain I made my decision. I performed
the ritual, felt the outworldly power, challenged the Captain and
died. I can't draw pictures well enough to fully express my
displeasure at this turn of events.
However, my soul was intercepted as it departed.
He and I had another chat, and I was offered a second chance. I took
it. As Aggy would say, I went balls deep. My soul was returned, my
body was healed, and I managed to win the day.
What happens from here on out only the
Gods know, but somehow I don't think Mother would approve of her son carrying Archon blood.
I hope she doesn't decide to haunt me
