I received a note from [REDACTED] this morning, and it’s not good. I don’t like involving the others in my quieter operations, but [REDACTED] is insisting, and I doubt [REDACTED] would do that without a good reason.
Still, Sereph is hardly the worst person to have to drag into this sort of thing. I told him I needed his help to verify some supplies for our expedition, as he is our expert with regards to Horrors and Nethermancy, both of which we’re likely to see in our next leg.
I brought him to the location, where we met with [REDACTED]. We [LARGE REDACTED SECTION]. When we met with the witness, she gave us a fragmented story of what happened. Piecing together what we could, we went back to talk to [REDACTED] and were told of several other killings that matched that description. The black-clad individual in the account sounded disturbingly like the assassins we had faced once before, but now with the aid of a Nethermancer controlling some form of undead. We went back to the inn to share what we had learned with the others, that the assassins were in the city and had snuck in undead. Unfortunately, word travels fast, and by the time we returned, an angry mob had gathered outside the inn, blaming the feuding Ork clans for the killings. Elessar, apparently terrified by unarmed civilians when the day before he had stared down two companies of armored Orkish Cavalry, decided to let Stormbreaker calm down the scared and upset people in front of them. Stormbreaker, a swordmaster from faraway lands, apparently thinks that telling these people that Horrors are loose in their streets is an appropriate method of calming them down. She just barely avoids causing a full scale panic that would have put Di’oqs escapades from weeks past to shame in the sheer amount of devastation it would have caused, managing to get the crowd to disperse in a nervous state.
We compared notes from what information we have, and after much discussion between ourselves and Perlag, including an argument from Di’oq about the finer points of who killed who, I suggested we go and gather information from our respective contacts. Di’oq, Karghül, and Lavnic headed to the Warrior’s guild to get information and possible backup, Stormbreaker, Varan, and Fehl went to the Mage’s Guild to get information and possible magical support, and Elessar, Sereph, and myself went to the Mayor’s office to see what information they had, share what we knew, as well as any way we could help coordinate the official response.
Before long, we all arrived in roughly the same section of the city, the Fighter’s Guild and the Mayor having sent bodies to help us search the area where the killings had taken place. Before long, Stormbreaker, Varan, and Fehl arrived, Fehl out of breath with information from the Mage’s guild. They had found the lair of the Nethermancer, but he would know they were coming. The Fighter’s Guild and the Guards hurried to set up a perimeter around the building while we would come in from the north and flush the Assassins out. The ensuing battle once again highlighted that we need some practice in fighting together, though it could just be that we’re not used to fighting with Lavnic yet. Still, we forgot to utilize Fehl’s utility as an elementalist prior to the fighting, despite knowing that we would be diving into it very soon, we didn’t adequately deploy ourselves against our enemy, allowing a few of us to get overwhelmed by the Cadaver Men, and once again the general bloodlust of some of the people involved resulted in nearly grinding our only source of information into a fine powder, necessitating me once again rushing to try and revive the assassin so that we can question him.
I know many Adepts are prone to bouts of murder, and that’s useful, in the right situations.
But we don’t know who to kill if we don’t get good information! What good is just random murder as it comes by you? They howl and scream about how they’re going to make everyone involved in this pay (especially Di’oq), but when the opportunity comes to find out who you want to kill and WHERE THEY ARE, no, let’s not knock this one out and ask him questions, let’s just BREAK EVERY BONE IN HIS BODY WITH A WAR RHINO AND IMPALE HIM ON A LANCE!
Passions, give me patience. I know to ask you to give my comrades sense is beyond even you, and I do not wish to drive any more of you mad. I need to meditate, I’ll finish this entry when I’m done.