Reign of the Axe

Elaine - Session Twelve

It was a dark and stormy night

There but for the grace of the gods go I.

Sometimes it’s easy to forget that I am different. Not because I look like a gnome-sized raven that walks upright, but because I can tap into the Weave and sprinkle magical golden glitter that make ghosty orcs easier to hit. I might not be able to take down a troll by myself yet, but I can at least protect myself reasonably.

Regular people cannot, not against warriors like the Locusts. Yenven and his wife, his wife especially, almost died. They seriously almost died. Their light was almost put out forever. They got most of the others out, thank Boccob, but there’s a lot of blood on these scaly forearms of mine, and it wakes you up to the reality of the situation. At least Doster is good for one thing, although he could have hurried it up a bit since it was three versus one.

We lost Earl and one of the guards. Alton’s not taking it very well, which is understandable. I was told we had two casualties, which is two too many, I think. I pose you this: is one life worth expending to save the lives of many? The cost is everything to the one who would die. Everything.

So what is the answer? Do you murder the one to save the many, or do you try and preserve all to their possible detriment? I don’t think there is a clear answer to that, but there never is when it comes to life and death.

I will kill someone in my defense and not bat an eye. I’ve stolen from hard-working people to feed myself, and I remember them. I remember the face of each one. I think it’s a side-effect of the raven curse, the same reason I like crusty bread, eyeballs, and insects. When people learn about my curse, they ask, “Why do you not go to the clergy and have them remove it?” Because I’m not sure I’d know how to be human again even if they could remove it. I tried that once too, and they all failed to dispel it. I get weird looks when I order an eyeball in my martini instead of an olive anyway — Something you can only do in certain bars in Ignavus. I’ll have to take the gang to a couple. Deneva and Thunk might like not getting stared at. — but they accept this personal oddity because I’m “different.”

I am glad that I am not the only one to oppose the paladins. Korwindel seems to have pegged them for nothing more than bullies that like to throw their weight around. Would I have fought with that paladin for trying to arrest him for the orc? You bet your non-feathered ass I would have. I had the nerve to defend myself against Doster in front of all of his men for touching me. This guy? Certainly, and I’m not out of power just yet.

I didn’t agree with how Korwindel dispatched of the orc, but from the way it was going, either he or the paladin would have. The orc would have died, which is a shame. Even in prison, he would have gotten more food than if he’d been out on his own. Starving isn’t fun. Been there, got the t-shirt.

It wasn’t a good night, despite the fact that it could have turned out a lot worse.

We have a lot of work to do for the incoming invasion, and part of me questions whether the information was genuine or fed to us. I must propose and prepare for either option.

Note to Self: Need to begin collection of lead.



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