The Deep Vault

Things we plan to do/ Things we want Justin to know.

Feel free to Edit this anyone, and add your own stuff.h2.


  • Repair Minotaur Hammer and my Armor
  • Try to convince Cestovonia to let me be his new John
  • See if Cestovonia wants to raid what’s left of the other Demon’s Ranks
  • See if I can buy a vault like Cesta’s
  • Get a new look, Probably a haircut and a new wardrobe
  • Try to make some deals
  • Contact the Greene Family about their loss and warn against the Island, they all need to leave
  • *

Items/Stuff Got Gotted:

  • 900 souls (1000 -100 for regrowth of limbs)
  • Amulet of Natural Armor
  • Werewhistle
  • Medallion of Thoughts
  • Sadness and Grief from the Death of a loved one
  • +1 to Disguise (dane is a big dumb)
Musings of a madman

An entry in the diary of Lavas, musings of a madman.

At first, everything seemed so fun. You might question such a statement, after hearing that I’m just about a hundred years old, but life was exciting to me. I was having a grand ole’ time you know, living and whatnot. Just peachy. That is…

Until I found out.

Until I found out about the truth.

Now, you could argue that I’m having even more fun than before. Of course, it’s all meaningless fun; it’s almost absurd when I think about it. Whatever fun I was having in the past? Well, I like to think that my experience and curiosity led me to this exact point. I’m at the point in my “life” where I can finally achieve my dreams, because I now know the truth of it all. The ABSURDITY of it all. As much as I bear to think about it, my mind goes around in circles, but then I just laugh.

Laugh the pain away.

Because it all means nothing you know. Everything you have ever known and loved, everything you aspire to be, everything you draw inspiration from…It’s all meaningless.

It’s all absurd.

Things the Revolutionists Have Discovered / Achieved

Actions of Interest
• Thanem/Tarragon Killed a Whale
• Lavas Accepted Divine Truth
• Thanem Explored an Encasement
• Acquired 2 Mindflayer Brains
• Made Enemies with Assassin’s Guild
• Subsequently shot mercilessly by arrows
• Tarragon Fished Swordfish, made Swordfish Nose Sword
• Granum Beat his Meat
• Sanity Lost – Tarragon wants to eat inorganic material, and Thanem has Nymphomania
Items Acquired
• Feather of Resurrection
• Stick of Truth
• Riddleboxes
• Rod of 10 Fishing and -160 Gold
Places Been & Time Spent
• Ravenwood’s Ship – 5 days
Free Nation of Yggdross – Hour/Days
• Sirencall – 1 Night
Chateau D’if – Half a Day
People Met
• Bearded Leader
• Rod Rodman
• Durgin
• Albehr
• Finnigan ( Happy-Go-Lucky Deckhand)
• Weird Piranha Boy

Booker's Invented Spells

Arcane Eye
level 1
1 standard action
Using some of your own life force , you create an arcane eye that you can see through.
Spending 2 health/minute that the eye is active. The eye has a base fly speed of 50 feet with perfect maneuverability. If the eyes killed the user loses all health spend and takes a 1d6 intelligence penalty for twice the time the eye was active

Arcane grenade
level 2
1 standard
You create a throwable explosive out of magical energy imbued within an item weighing no more than 5 pounds. As part of casting the spell you may throw it, making a ranged attack to throw it into a square. on the next round the grenade explodes dealing 3d6 fire damage in 2d6 force damage in a 15 foot radius centered on the grenade reflex to have the fire damage.

Spontaneous Relocation – level 2 or 1 User is teleported to a random space within a 15ft radius.

Freezing Ray – searing ray, but cold damage

Construct- as animate dead, lesser, but an arcane construct from a list.

The Marcus Experience
Day two at the Greene estate

The air was crisp as Marcus stepped outside the Greene estate. Invigorated by his brilliant new adamantium schematic, Marcus decided to ponder over the design one final time before putting it into commission. Given the circumstances concerning Booker, he thought a relaxing walk around Robert’s beautiful home would help to clear his mind of outlandish thoughts, particularly those of Booker mangling innocent people and the world being unified as the one true plane of existence. Sighing deeply, his gaze became fixated on a group of seagulls flying overhead, their destination clearly a far off point on the ocean. as the group of seagulls vanished beyond the horizon, a thought embedded itself deep within the annals of his mind. What if I could fly like that? he thought to himself. No, not with magic…something that even the common man could access. Mere seconds passed by before the dream became a furious drive. Wings crated of a light, yet durable metal. A flight fueled by fire and wind, a machine with the ability to hold many passengers in order to reach that point beyond the horizon. He raised his prosthetic arm towards the sky, extending all of his fingers out as if reaching for something far above him. Just do it, he thought. Nothing is impossible. Design in mind, the newly inspired Marcus set out for his workshop. Ambitious as he was, one does not simply create something of that scale overnight. He understood that he would have to start small. A machine of wood and steel, powered by spinning blades and the turning of cogwheels. “Perhaps…perhaps I’ll show this to Robert,” he said excitedly, picking up speed. “I’ll impress him with this, and promise him of my real goal!” Catching sideways glances from the roaming hobgoblins, he sprinted to his room. His goal not just to impress Robert Greene, but the entire world.

Bard's Erotic Broads

If this is possible, if not just X it and i will figure something else

  • Day 1:
  • Bard inquires as to the communication possibilities to crossroads. If this is possible then he would like to come into contact with the local magistrate concerning his brothel.
  • If possible figure out the paperwork on owning the building, obtaining any licenses or permits
  • Sends word to Bernice in Quiet Meadow and contacting the whores on the list he was given upon purchasing the brothel. He would like Bernice to meet him in crossroads one week from the day the group sets out to Andarosa. Bard is looking for the highest quality courtesans, one human woman, one half-elf man, one tiefling male, one elf woman. He would like to have contracts drawn up concerning their services and requirements for employment and see if they can start one week from the leaving to siege Andarosa.
  • He would also like to inquire as to furnishing his establishment with beds, tapestries, and other niceties and a renovator to fix the place into an establishment for more wealthy patrons.
  • Concerning the structural needs of the building he talks to Marcus and Booker and offers discounts at the brothel in exchange for work in transforming the brothel into an amazing establishment people will want to visit.
  • Day 2:
  • Bard replaces the strings of his lyre with strings significantly thicker than normal to achieve much lower sounds than an average lyre.
  • Bard spends the morning practicing the lyre and singing for the house staff while they work. Spurred on by his defeat by song at Crossroads he is dedicated to becoming a master performer of unparalleled skill. He continues through to the late afternoon.
  • Bard then inquires about any poets, musicians, or chanters and any books concerning the great musicians and songs, to better learn how to hone both his talent and technique. Bard arrives to dinner slightly late and returns soon after to the library or master. As the light grows dark Bard brings up darker songs and sadder stories. He talks and reads deep into the night of matters that would curdle the blood. He specifically looks for stories about the slaying
    and defeat of demons. But even more than that he looks for stories of demons becoming tricked themselves into or out of bargains or bets.

Day 3:
*Bard eats breakfast that morning and exits the house to see Booker over by a willow tree studying a tome. He walks over to Booker and upon finding out the origin of the volume studies it with Booker.
*After Booker and Bard finish, Bard decides to agree to be present at Booker’s trial run of his new spells
*Approach MIggle to see if he would craft a cloak of charisma for Bard who has eagle’s splendor to assist with the spell portion

  • Bard wants to find a very nice set of clothes to wear for the infiltration portion of the attack
  • And on the third and final night bard will prepare his gear and weapons alongside Booker and Marcus, playing music and ballads in addition to raise morale


WEEK 1: Bard travels to crossroads to make contact with the local magistrate and the individuals he has contacted to bring under his employ.


Once you mark the skill amount change, erase it from here.

Goomy – Robert asks if there’s anything you’ll be needing or wanting before Operation Rescue Dangers. He also informs you that during his time as a cohort of The Upholders, he learned that Silva Montag was studying alchemy as well, in pursuit of eternal life. He tells you that Silva appears human in all regards, but he’s still alive somehow. He must be over 300 years old as well. Perhaps he’s found some alchemical formula or discovery that has made it possible. It could be necromancy as well, but it may be worth investigating.
Virgil -

Dinner Talk - Night 1

While staying at Chateau Greene you each go about your various whims and interests, but at supper time, etiquette dictates that everyone eats together.

The first night’s dinner, held at around 10 PM was a feast to behold.
The appetizer was a platter of potatoes tossed in garlic, herbs and crumbled bacon, served with a smokey, ginger wine. Robert asks a hobgoblin servant named Renaud to bring him a wine called “Gutblut”.

Over the first course, Robert tells you about how he first came to build this house, nearly a hundred years the prior. He explains that after his escape from Demonhold, he came to befriend The Upholders. With his knowledge of the city and several key players, he helped the Upholders, then only comprised of Peren, Silva and a dark man with hollow, sunken, terrible eyes simply referred to as “A”, with the assassination of several key members of the demon hierarchy of Demonhold and Crossroad.
“Things were good at first.” His first settlement was in the northeast, on the coast of Sirencall. “It was nice, for a time. We had snapper twice a week, and I greatly enjoyed fishing. But it didn’t take very long for word of my resurfacing to get to Crossroad.”
He takes a sip of wine and lets the taste simmer. He smiles sadly.
“I awoke one night to find my house burning to the ground around me. ”/characters/obsidiana" class=“wiki-content-link”>Obsidiana and I barely escaped with our lives."
He goes on to explain that after repeated assassination attempts, he lived in Andlosa. Then, during The Cleansing, another assassination attempt was made, this time by The Upholders. Robert broke relations with them and bought a sea vessel and chartered the gulf with his his wife and child. After many weeks drifting, they came across a spot that looked promising: completely encased by mountains on three sides, with the murky ocean on the last. Over the next year they, with the help of the Hobgoblin Horde, he created a safe haven for himself.
“That was…” he has a look as if he’s counting, and says “a hundred years ago or so. Yet it feels like just yesterday Ruby was helping plant out first garden here.” He looks at Ruby with a warm smile. She smiles back, he lips red as crimson and her large dark eyes glistening.
He senses a feeling of confusion at the table, and addresses the guests.
"You by now are aware that we, " referring to Obsidian and Ruby, “age very well. Or perhaps, not well at all, I suppose. I myself am nearly three-hundred and fifty years old. Obsidiana is -”
“A lady doessn’t disscusss her age, dear.” She says coyly as she pours more wine. She wears dark glasses, even at the table, and her hair is kept in a bundle that slightly writhes and curls. Robert smiles, embarrassed.
“Of course. And Ruby is herself just over three-hundred. Isn’t that right sweetie?”
Ruby smiles and says with some difficulty “…I’m….three…..three….three-one-three old….”
“Three-hundred and thirteen. She hasn’t aged almost at all in over fifty years. Maybe grown a half inch. My little girl with outlive the youngest Everwood Tree in the Kingdom at this rate.” He says with a chuckle as the next course is brought out.

Renaud and two others bring in the main course, which is an entire rack of ribs from an elk, covered in a sweet smokey wine sauce on a bed of chickpeas, caramelized onions and peppers. Renaud passes out a bowl of steamed spiced wild rice to each of you. He then brings to the table a baked foccacia bread measuring roughly 12" by 3 feet long, spiced with rosemary, thyme and sage, brushed with goat butter and sprinkled with Parmesan cheese.

“Delicious.” Robert begins cutting the rack of ribs. “Also, I learned some valuable news from ”wiki-content-link-not-found">_Content Not Found: jesper_ when we spoke on the way here. He… Oh Jesper? He’s my inside man, as it were. You see, the train system has several conductors, all having been screened by Silva Montag himself. It took Jesper two years of ingratiating himself into the city and the workings of the technology to gain admittance to become a conductor. Silva’s screening process is rigorous and in some ways unethically torturous, Jesper told me, but eventually he attained a position. Anyway, apparently, The Enforcer has been assassinated. I know that we had heard that recently, but my man confirmed it. He overheard talk from one of the ambassadors from the Western Empire. Apparently, a terrorist named Tiresias from a group called the Sightgivers attacked The Enforcer while he was engaged in a duel with Blackfoot, the preeminent blacksmith of the Cognitarium during the Festival of Endless Light. This may be a good thing to use to our advantage. The Enforcer is a hardy hands-on warrior. He would be difficult to deal with." Obsidiana clears her throat sharply, Robert noticing immediately. “If, by chance, it came to that. Which, I hope…” Robert stops his speaking, and glances with distaste at Virgil. “Well, let’s try to make sure we have as little contact with the Upholders as possible.”

Dessert is a raspberry-glazed crunchbread with dried figs and sugar-pecan topping. Ruby seems to enjoy dessert the most, but still remains quiet.

Robert continues. “That was nearly two weeks ago. There is talk among some of the populace about the ambassadors being spies or assassins. I had the pleasure of meeting them briefly earlier this month. They weren’t themselves so keen on gainful employment. I don’t see why not. I’d like to think I’m an excellent boss.” He smiles at Renaud who gives each person a small plate with a wetcloth and utensils. “Absolutely sir. My family is forever indebted to you.” He reciprocates the smiles. “As mine is to your people, Renaud.” Renaud courteously nods. “Anyway, Jesper also mentioned seeing one of the ambassadors earlier this week, on their way to Silvervein. He was an alchemist, with wings. He thought he seemed odd. He was apparently talking to himself, or to some imaginary entity sitting beside him. I was contemplating going to Silvervein myself for my next silver purchase. My own silver mines have all but dried up, and not to mention, the mayor intrigues me.” He crunches into the dessert. He begins shaking his head and laughing. “Did you know that vampires don’t need to eat? I mean, besides a meager amount of blood per day, I don’t need to consume food or water at all. So why do I do it?” He takes another bite and closes his eyes, enjoying the taste. “C’est magnifique…” He swallows. “A life without simple pleasures, no matter how long, is no life at all.” The ending of the meal is coffee and an incensed-tobacco stick to smoke, which Robert informs you is a traditional Hobgoblin after-meal ritual. Renaud begins clearing the table, but Robert shoos him away, telling him to take a rest and that he’s been fantastic the entire night. Renaud thanks him, and tells him that he quite enjoys having guests, and that to expect a delicious quiche in the morning. As Robert is clearing the table, Ruby shrieks and slams her fist down into the hard wooden table, clattering the dishes, then scrambles away from the table, her arm swiping and smashing several plates and glasses. Obsidiana rushes to her as Robert quickly puts down the dishes and does the same. Ruby falls to the floor writhing and screaming. “GET OFF ME!” She claws at her arms as if wiping away some crawling thing, opening up cuts in her forearms. “GET THEM OFF ME! THEYRE CRAWLING THEYRE EVERYWHERE!” “Honey!” Robert grabs Ruby by the arms to restrain her. He quickly takes off a black leather bracelet Ruby is wearing, folds it in half and tells Ruby to open her mouth. Obsidiana attempts to restrain Ruby’s arms. Ruby continues to spasm and then her eyes go wide and she says “HE’S HERE! HELP, MOM MOM HELP HE’S GOING TO KILL US ALL!” She flails madly and sends a sharp slash to Robert, tearing a gash down his face that immediately seeps blood. She screams and kicks and lands a hard kick into Obsidiana’s side, sending her reeling a few feet away. Obsidiana rushes back to her. Robert secures her legs and one arm as Ruby bites her lip hard enough to draw blood. “HE’S MADE OF CRAWLING THINGS!” Robert shoves the leather into her mouth and she bites down into it. Obsidiana secures her other arm by kneeling on it, and she takes off her glasses. “Shhhh, darling it’s ok, just look at mommy. Look into my eyes. Shhhh. Just look.” Obsidiana grabs the sides of Ruby’s head and forces her to stare into her eyes. The black in Ruby’s eyes then fills the entirety of the space, and there is a crackling sound. “Shhhhh, it’s okay my love. Shhhh, don’t see them. Don’t see them…” Ruby makes a moaning of pain as her eyes begin to turn to a pitch black stone and crack and break. Her breathing slows and her flailing weakens. Robert’s face drizzles blood from the severe gash. Obsidiana repeats “Shhhh. It’s ok…” as she stares into her daughters eyes, which have now become layered chunks and chips of obsidian stone. Ruby stops writhing and her breathing becomes slow as the leather drops from her open mouth. The room is quiet and still, besides the ragged breathing of Obsidiana and Robert. They help Ruby to her feet and into a chair. She slowly pulls pieces of obsidian off of her face and out of her eye socket, revealing a supernaturally fast healing of her eyes. “It’s ok darling. Are you ok?” Obsidiana retrieves her glasses from the floor and puts them back on. Ruby simply nods and then says “I’m hungry.” Robert gives a relieved sigh-chuckle and says “I’ll grab your favorite.” He gets up and goes to the kitchen. Obsidiana caresses Ruby’s black hair and addresses the guests. “I’m sorry. She hasn’t had an episode like this in a few weeks. It must be all the excitement. She’ll be fine. We’re a hardy bunch.” She smiles, and Robert comes back into the room holding a small chalice filled with what appears to be a slushed-ice mixed with a deep-red syrup. You can smell a metallic tinge wafting from it’s direction. Ruby sluggishly begins eating. “Well, I think it’s about time to retire for the night. Renaud will show you to your rooms.”
Booker's Account of the Journey so far.

Andlosa .is a short distance away from Bubblebrook, where i am to meet the advocate of The group i will join. Bubblebrook is an odd town, for sure, but seriously, THIS is the location Greene sent me to to meet up with his troop? Might as well set up shop. As I set up a table and spread out my wares, a frog man wobbled over to me. Despite the fact that he had vestigial looking wings, I decided that this is not out of ordinary, at least, not in Bubblebrook. After losing a fair bit of gold to my puzzlebox game (they always do), he proceeded to introduce himself to me as Goomy. This pint sized mutation was my welcome party. What am I getting myself into? Oh well. We got on the train as he explained to me a little more about our mission.
After some time on the train we arrived at our destination, about a kilometer outside of Little Ruby. Walking down the path we came upon a great wooden gate, which the rest of the party opened from the inside. Two men of elvish descent and a large wolf await me inside. Behind them, a smoking Visage; a pile of burning mannequin. Creepy. They didn’t explain much, just that another of their group had abandoned them, but I didn’t inquire much. After short introductions, we wandered into the cave, Mindflayers on our minds. We stayed for a while in the city of Little Ruby, and I made friends with a Hobgoblin named Pallio, who ended up being our guide. After staying at his house, we descended into the Darkness below. After fighting some bats, we decided to rest, until we saw a mindflayer “rip” Pallios’ “fucking brain out”. In a vengeful rage, we sprung into action, shooting and slashing at the flayer, until, in a mad dash, I dove into the air, plunging my rapier into the mindflayers’ chest.

Marcus's Account of the Journey (In Progress)
Jesus christ my fingers oh god why

Chapter One: One hell of a day.

I awoke within a cage, no recollection of how I ended up there. It was dark, cavelike, and I knew immediately that I was stripped of my clothing. After some searching, A pouch fumbled into my grasp that contained some candles. I had stumbled upon some flint while in the darkness of the cage and I shakily lit the candle after some time had passed. I was greeted with the site of a horrifically mutilated Drow in a cage near me who appeared to have been experimented on, his body twitching violently. The room around me was very tidy- a desk, some supplies, and a bed were within sight. I attempted to pick the lock of the cage with a sharpened stone to no avail, the stone breaking miserably within my grasp. Brilliantly, I threw a lit candle on the straw bed in the room hoping to invoke some kind of reaction in the cave somewhere. Genius idea, as smoke then filled the room, impairing my breathing. I desperately located a weak point on the cage and pulled with all of my might, managing to create a big enough hole for me to weasel through. Running to the desk, I gathered what appeared to be my old belongings and some useful supplies before running out into the cave system. As I continued along the winding tunnels, the noise of what sounded like combat of sorts greeted me, and I was no shape to fight so I went down an opposite path away from the noise. The walls around me began to slowly change into an onyx colored crystal substance, and I found myself descending further underground. I became intrigued as I reached a large, circular room containing a sheet of white crystal spanning across the chamber. The room I entered was oddly funnel shaped, with the white crystal acting as a flooring over the middle. I decided the jump into the funnel and slide down the rock (being the daredevil that I am,) and I reached the floor unharmed…But the floor cracked, as did my happiness. Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet shattered, throwing me into a 400 foot free fall. I grabed one of the metal rebars that I had previously ripped off of the cage and plunged it into the funnel wall, managing to hang from one hand. I quickly took stock of my surrounding. The darkness below me confirmed just how high up I was dangling. A large, red crystal was mounted within the middle of the funnel and I detected a large amount of magic emanating from it. At this point, I began to lose my grip on the rebar, and I decided to use every last ounce of my strength to haul myself on top of the bar, kin to sitting on top of a slanted roof. From the perch I newly acquired, I warily observed the crystal. What was that thing? My observation was cut short, however, as I noticed a large, black golem looking construct approaching the crystal and staring at me. A devilish thought entered my head-perhaps this thing is here to guard the crystal? I decided to test out my theory. I drew my pistol and aimed it directly at the crystal. The golem then proceeded to light up in a flash and pursue me. (Fucking wonderful idea Marcus, great.) I furiously climbed up the funnel trying to get away from my pursuer, and once I reached the top, made a mad dash through the cave system. Eventually, as I continued to run, I was once again greeted by the sounds of a struggle-what I believed to be a scorpion of some sorts. I decided to head towards the sound and became greeted by a very peculiar sight. Within the cavernous room before me , I observed a man wielding a rapier, a Bard, and a frog man engaged in combat with a giant scorpion. No thought went through my head as my years of combat training took over. I drew my pistol and took aim at the scorpion, whose back was currently turned to me. I fired a shot directly at the weak spot between its carapace and scored a satisfying direct hit. The scorpion writhed in pain as my shot proved to be the final blow, and I looked before me at the people. The man with the rapier was heavily wounded, possibly poisoned as he was then sprawled out on the ground, so I approached the Bard meaning to inquire what the hell was going on. The bard (Very rudely, I might add.) disregarded me and ran to attend to the unconscious man. I was greeted by the frog man who introduced himself to me as Goomy. He told me that their party was employed by Robert Greene in order to create a cure for insanity that has been recently gripping the country. Interestingly enough, they came here to acquire the brain of a Mindflayer, which they managed to obtain. I decided to accompany them, and I took them to my original cell room in order to rest and attend to the man with the rapier. After some squabbling with the Bard, we eventually brought the unconscious man back to reality. He introduced himself to me as Booker Mendohlsen, and informed me more about their quest. Robert Greene seeks the cure specifically for his daughter, and the only person in the Kingdom that knows how to make it is Doctor Carlyle Young from Lifespring. Ole’ Doc Carlyle can apparently concoct a cure out of a set list of ingredients that are pretty difficult to obtain, one of which being the Mindflayer brain. I pondered over the information given to me before I entered my slumber within the chamber, the rest of the party following suit. I wonder how I ended up in that cage? Perhaps some questions are better left unanswered.

Chapter Two: The cage of…well, definitely not anything pleasant.

Upon awakening in the chamber, I noticed a man I did not recognize within the room. Goomy informed me that the man’s name was Vergil, a member of their party who had fallen unconscious and had yet to awaken. The group now readied to depart, and we all planned our next course of action. I agreed to accompany the group on their quest for the cure…after all, what wondrous things will I learn on such a journey? All of us now traveled along the cave system, searching for a way out. Eventually, I began to sense what smelled like fresh air coming from a cave path (As did the rest of the group) and we decided to pursue that lead. I had fallen a bit behind the group and picked up on something following us, spurring me to run ahead. Bard and Booker had entered a large room, and I shouted to them that something was pursuing us from the path we entered. The party then grinded into action, sprinting down the hallway towards the scent of fresh air. Goomy and Booker ran ahead while the Bard and I tarried back in order to set traps for our pursuer…what came into sight was an ooze, (quite ugly, I might add) slowly advancing towards the party. The bear traps that Bard and I had set uselessly went off as the ooze passed over them, and we decided to flee towards the direction Goomy and Booker went. They apparently reached a dead end, as Goomy expended a sandstone solution to eat away the cave floor beneath them, and the two had taken Vergil and descended into the artificial hole. Bard quickly climbed down into the hole, and I, once again being quite the daredevil, decided to do a dazzling leap into the hole. I clumsily hit my head on a rock and shakily hit the bottom floor, luckily only injuring my pride. A fantastic sight greeted my eyes. We had reached a magnificently large hallway, certainly not the normal cave, that slanted downwards into darkness. Doors aligned either side of the hallway as I descended into the darkness, Booker following behind me accompanied not far by the Bard and Goomy. After walking for a period of time, we reached a massive sized wooden door leading into a room of equally impressive size. At this point, I knew I was getting myself into a very ominous situation…why else would this area be hidden at the bottom of such a desolate cave system? We all entered the room, and were greeted with the sight of multiple doors, some shut, some open, and another hallway that appeared as an exit to the chamber. As we all stared in awe of what we stumbled upon, the faint voice of a child crying for help echoed throughout the room, seeming to come from behind one of the locked doors. Booker and the Bard went over to investigate the sound, but I decided to investigate more of the surrounding room, curiosity getting the best of me. I first entered an open door to my immediate left. Within the room lied the corpse of a Sarenrae priest and a few supplies, nothing too major. I decided to loot the priest of his robes and stumbled across an interesting letter addressed to Father Abraham, which I pocketed within my packs.


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