Much time has passed since my last entry into this journal, I have been too busy preparing the Horn of Abaddon to give a it the time it deserves. Should I die, this is my confession to my crimes I suppose. Like the rogue, I find that my stomach should be turning but even worse…I do not. Perhaps my dedication to Asmodeus is finally sinking in and this is the corruption that the Mitrans have spoken of. Regardless though, there is no time for regrets and indecision, no more time to think about what could have been. I have betrayed my nation for greater glory, greater power, and I must put my faith forward in the Tyrant of the Nine Hells. Perhaps I will speak with the cleric and he can ease the troubles in my spirit.
Regardless though, I should detail how we had taken the Horn. We prepared at the Baron’s estate, gathering our weapons and equipment to ensure that we succeed where the other Knot failed. The Seventh Knot makes me suspicious, I do not trust assassins and spies that are not directly under my thumb and I have already considered them to be friendly rivals than allies. As long as they do not disrupt Cardinal Thorn’s plans, we shall coexist. We set off to find the Horn, using the deceased elven ranger’s map to pinpoint it’s location and find it even quicker. Along the way though, we encountered some of the natural inhabitants of the Caer Bryr. With our combined might, we quickly destroyed them. We had the Horn in our sights when we decided to camp and rest, which led to an…interesting…predicament. Our newest member disappeared on his watch and returned to us in the daytime, smelling of death and being led by a necromancer of startling power. While Brayden seemed intent on killing the man, the rest of us saw it as a chance to try and add a new power to our arsenal. The rogue was, honestly, filling a niche we had already covered and would not be as useful as this necromancer could be. We were honest with him, explaining who we were and what our purpose was. Perhaps if he works with us well, we shall have him join the Knot and sign the contract that binds us all.
Soon after, we discovered the first guardian of the Horn. A massive treant, an ancient creature, forbid us to enter and went to battle. It was only due to my training and endurance within the military that I was not crushed beneath the mighty tree’s branches and eventually, the beast was brought low. Brayden had entered into the caverns underneath the Horn first and discovered a tribe of boggards.
It was our synthesist who cowed the beasts into ssubmission, allowing us to enter into the upper levels unopposed.
Within these empty chambers, we found little in the way of the former Knot but we were able to find out a journal of a priest who was dedicated to the daemon we wished to summon. It described a long and arduous ritial to destroy the seal upon the Horn and release Vetra-Kali, a ritual that would take 222 days. There was much work for us to be done.