It seems the ancients have put me and my allies down an interesting
path. This cannot be by accident. Perhaps the stones were right.
We’ve each become friends with a spirit that we can call on for aid.But to what end?
Our journey to Sarington. We arrived there with no further incident. We were greeted on the outskirts by a few guards, one of which was a peculiar fellow with a green tint to his skin. Word of what we had done on the mountain had made its way here already, so we knew we were in for some attention. However, Arius in particular seemed to gather some pointed fascination – far more than normal.
I was amazed by the sight here. The amount of effort to go into
constructing a place like this must have been tremendous. We left
the caravan as we had business to conduct that required some discretion. With a bit of social skill (not my own) we managed to find a merchant that we could offload some of the magical equipment that we did not need. I never thought we would find someone like this. But he seems very friendly and easy to work with. He gave us a bit of a puzzle to solve to find his underground magic shop inside a tree on the outskirts of town. I was able to obtain materials to craft items. We also became affiliated with “the vault”. It seems like a very convenient way to keep wealth somewhere without having to carry it around. Very convenient. We then spent the night at an inn that was far more expensive than it seemed to be necessary, but such is the cost of luxury.
The next day, we split up to do whatever interested us the most. The merchant had told me about a Druid named Daymar that apparently lived here. He worked in the building across from the vault. I payed a visit to him and asked him about what he does, indicating I knew of his Druidic heritage. He was a bit taken back so we decided to meet later that night out in a field. I spent the remainder of the day crafting while the others gathered information and honed their skills. Our meeting was interesting that night. He seemed genuinely interested in what I had learned so far, but didn’t have much to teach me. However, he did know that there was a sect that imprisoned outsiders. That sounds like a responsibility that could fall to me. I also learned of creatures in the waters nearby. I will investigate. I slept at the caravan that night.
The following day we discussed going to the grand sermon before the party. I reluctantly resolved to attend. The morning was spent crafting and then to the sermon. They arranged everyone based on how well they sung. Suffice to say, I declined. Then, during the middle of it all, angelic being sprung from gilroy and proceeded to (what I later learned) ridicule the leader of their chruch. So much for him being benevolent. Gilroy had a feeling about him anyway. A grumpy looking angel stood beside me and my companions, and a few others. The party began later that evening. Arius got paraded up on a stage and seemed to be presented as the reincarnation of their once great leader I think. He seemed to handle it well enough. The group was then ushered up to the mansion across the bridge. I arrived late after surveying the area. It seemed everyone of importance was in attendance. Even our blacksmith showed up in Hydra Hide a little later. Oddly enough, Daymar indicated he wanted to meet me again later. I do not know what for.
There is some maliciousness afoot.