A fool sees all and understands little. I’m coming to believe that I am the fool is this play.
Sarington is filled with intrigues intertwining the players as so many colored auras. A hateful glance, a jealous rage, a simmering resentment, blood-soaked ambition, and careless disregard; I see all of them. I don’t know how to untie those knots. A hammer couldn’t sever a normal rope, let alone one woven with the fibers of shadowy conceit.
At the celebratory party I was nearly blinded by so many twisting, flickering, grasping auras. It’s not surprising that a place which fosters that amount of simmering negativity would be attacked by someone. No matter what that person’s motivation was or if they had a valid claim, there were innocent people there who could not defend themselves. Luckily we were there and could banish the elemental spirits. It also revealed that so many of the councilors possess psionic powers.
I need to also be on my guard or I risk forging my own knots. As I was out training in the fields I let Valefor out to absorb the powers of this world. I suspect he is never truly at rest and so he was searching the area for auras. It was then that he was stunned by the overwhelmingly evil aura emanating from me. The good in me was still there, but not as strong. I admit to feeling powerless that my senses are not as useful as his. I’ve asked that he warns me if it should ever happen again.
I am grateful that it seems as if we can unbind these bonds that we forge for ourselves. The shock of the ceremony seems to have shunted Kawel back onto the right path. I’ve been doing my best to help him in the past few weeks. Together we’ve helped the Omel clan to recover from their injuries and prevent sickness from getting settled amongst the clans. I’m also going to be bringing copies of the sacred texts that are ready with us on the caravans. I am still a bit fearful that allowing the structure of Sarington’s church to spread before the core of the message does could be risky. I will bring it myself.
While there have been good works these past few weeks there have also been strange goings on and secret plots, some of our own doing. There is a drug that is used widely in the town. It’s not magical but it may alter mental states, perhaps make them more susceptible to influence? Dazen and Jadenharr have been looking into it. Several estates have secret underground vaults guarded by magic. They must know by now that we have trespassed there. Meanwhile, there is a pack of wolves on the Irevaenar estate. They’re not native to this region and no one knows why or how they got here. Perhaps their abilities to sniff out interlopers provides protection.
Furthermore, it seems that Daymar the druid is complicit in the attacks on the mansion. I’m not sure why or how but he is in contact with Krythis, the wizard from the observatory. I warned Daymar that standing by and allowing innocents to be killed makes him as guilty as the one who attacked. If Krythis attacks again and Daymar knows and does nothing then I will give him retribution.
We are going to get access to the library now. I do not know what we will learn there. But hopefully it can shine a light over so many of the shadowy recesses that make up this town.