Like pigs jostling for position at a trough of slop, the dullard soldiers slurped away at a barrel of watered-down “Stew”. We wonder if the salty broth was that overpowering, or if their taste was simply nonexistent after years of abuse. Regardless, none seemed to notice the sweet tang of the poison, mindlessly draining their bowls and rushing for second helpings. While a very effective strategy, we nonetheless felt a slight pang of disappointment as their deaths would be quick; many of them would not know in that last terrifying moment before the light faded from their eyes that all in the settlement would soon join them. It is our hope that Asmodeus can feast upon their self-righteous souls, realizing too late the folly of blind faith in Mitra.
The soldier’s vindication was evident in his usually well-controlled demeanor, as those that were responsible for sending him to Brandenscar Prison fell before him…before us. We can feel the knot tightening, our group forging stronger bonds in service of the Great Asmodeus. The newcomers, though, are still a little hesitant around us…we are not sure, but they do not seem to be fully committed to the ascension of Asmodeus in Talingarde. As we continue the journey, we are confident that they will see the truth and power granted to the faithful of Asmodeus.
As we watch the towers burn, and the Bugbear hordes stream through the gates destroying any vestiges of resistance with brutal efficiency, we feel a pull…a premonition of changes on the horizon perhaps. Somehow we are changing as this first operation comes to fruition…we can almost feel some new power tingling at the edge of our consciousness, calling us to embrace the evolutions to come.
As we drift off to sleep this evening, comforted by warm flickering of the flames and soothed by the screams of Mitran charlatans, we experience something almost forgotten…in our slumber, we start to dream, something we have not done for decades. In this dream, I am visited by Tiadora…not the illusion that beguiles the humans so completely, but her beautiful and deadly true form. She guides us through the vast wasteland of Nessus, mingling with the Pit Fiends and other powerful devils. As we casually stroll through the halls of the Dark Councils, Tiadora states that we have taken an important first step. She tells of transformations and evolutions yet to come, as we continue to further the will of the Great Asmodeus. She gives us visions of growing power with each successive step along the way.
As we wake from this dreaming state, the electric feeling coursing through our being doesn’t fade, and Tiadora’s prophecy is clearly evident in our new physical form.