Balentyne burns and we are rewarded for our wicked deeds, Fire-Axe’s horde assaults the heart of Talingarde with little resistance. My own personal vendetta has been appeased, the high and mighty guards who watched the wall and condemned me for not willing to lose my own life to the hordes lay bloody and broken. It was with a grim satisfaction that we met with Tiadora, the personal devil of Cardinal Thorn and were tasked with our next objective. We were to head to Farholde, a small city to the West of our current location. I felt uncomfortable having the Cardinal’s dog along with us, I do not trust the man and I do not trust his servant either. Perhaps the rogue is right, perhaps there is something suspicious about the circlets we have. What though, we must investigate further into.
Each night that we traveled, we stayed along the shore but never entering town, but the screams were obvious coming from the town. Tiadora was visiting her own personal hell upon the individuals within the town, a foolish endeavor but one I did not have the power to dissuade her from. A path of destruction is a trail of bread crumbs that will aid our enemies in our pursuit. Even the most callous will realize that the fall of the Northern Wall was not just due to the bugbears’ excellent leadership and metal weapons. They will realize there were others, an infiltration of some sort, and they will come for us. We will deal with it like all the other fools; without hesitation and without mercy.
Before we arrived, we were privy to a personal appearance by the Cardinal himself. Adrastus told us we were to look for the Horn of Abbadon, the sight of a great and terrible battle between the first king and a daemon prince. This daemon contained this potent and fatal disease, a disease we wish to use to weaken Talingarde even further. Another knot has already failed in this effort and we have been brought in to succeed where they have fallen, with the support of the Seventh Knot as well. Assassins, saboteurs, and spies, they are to be our eyes and ears as we perform our duty. I will need to learn more of this Knot, learn their ways and who each of them are so they may be used more properly.
We were to meet a Baron though, a follower of Asmodeus and a powerful force within the city of Farholde. At his banquet, we ate like kings and queens before getting to the business at hand. While at first he was reluctant to throw his hand in with ours, fearing the reprisal of the Church of Mitra and the Inquisition, we were able to convince him to support our endeavor and retired to beneath his establishment. Within these walls, we began to prepare.