The Moon Rises

Session - 2/3/2012
Qaliwin's journal, Vol. 1, Entry 3

Allow me to begin properly.

I have reached a milestone in my life. Brother Clement has allowed me to meet the Memnushan Emperor, Father Tasil. I feel as if I can die happy, if only I could learn to channel the spells I wish to channel through my blade. But more on that later.

We met the crusade shortly after my last entry into the journal. The Holy Crusade against the Auk invasion force. We simply stumbled upon it. I mean, we were attempting to reach the Auk lines to reach Kyranok, but I had not anticipated to meet up with the Crusade. When we first approached the Crusade, Byron ran off ahead, straight through the army camp and into the woods just beyond. I made camp for us within the confines of the Church of Metria while Brother Clement met with the other brothers of JADO.

A while later, Brother Clement returned. He was accompanied by the Emperor himself. I write this now, and seeing my words does not seem to appropriately convey the emotion. Hang on. Let me try harder.

His Eminence, the Blessed Emperor Father Tasil walked into MY camp and spoke. TO. ME.

Did that work? I hope so. I can’t try any harder.

He spoke true words to all of us, as if he could see our futures, our paths laid before us as if he were reading off a page. His insight, his magnanimity, all much more impressive than the stories about him throughout the Empire had ever mentioned. One of the things he mentioned was that Byron was in need, and that we would need to help him.

Oh yeah

And then the Emperor gave Lorien Nightwalker his SWORD.

Said we would need it. With that, we rushed to Byron’s aid. All of us took to horses, except Brother Clement, who stayed with the Emperor.

Now, we had seen this battle daemon before. It flew overhead a few weeks before finding the Crusade. However, on this day we rode into the wood as night fell and faced the daemon head on. As we arrived we saw Byron retching towards on the ground. He was also growing into a very odd shape. Lorien, our night-walking Dwarf, and I charged the daemon while the rest sought to Byron. I attempted my magic but the beast was swift. Guislane was able to strike the thrice headed beast with a bolt of lightning from the sky, slowing it down. Lorien struck true with the Emperor’s Blade, allowing a massive lightning bolt, sent by Guislane, to strike the beast at the conflux of its’ three necks, putting the mighty, evil creature down. Once it was down it was taken into a black hole that opened up in reality, save for some of the creature’s blood. Some of this blood got onto the deer that may or may not have been Byron, and it stained its fur black. This blood became as droplets and floated up into the night sky. As I turned back to the scene with Byron I was shocked. Byron had become a deer, still bleeding from the stomach and neck. Our druid companion sought to the wounds of the deer and we all thought about what to do with the situation. Guislane went off to meditate. Lorien and myself attempted to work with the druid to see how to move the deer, assuming that the deer was still Sir Byron is some way, shape, or form.

It was in this time that Lucas came riding up to our group, having missed all the action. It was at this time that I let my sight slip into the ether to attempt to take stock of the situation with Byron. I noticed a ring upon Lucas’ finger that was so powerful that I didn’t even notice at first that magic had been trapped into a ring. I attempted to question Lucas, but he seemed more interested in Guislane.

Back and forth, in and out of the brush went our party for about an hour, until Milo decided that he was going to cast a ritual, like the great masters back at Red Rock used to talk about. Here, in the wilds. Now, I would be a hypocrite if I said that I didn’t believe it would work, because magic is everything and in all things, so it HAD to work, right? This ritual would, apparently, transfer the curse from Bryon to Milo, and Milo spoke about his Elven soul being able to reincarnate. I don’t know if he was right, but Guislane and Lucas seemed confident it would happen, so I went along with it.

Oh, and did I mention that Guislane grew horns? From his forehead? When I asked why, he said, “I accepted my heritage” and he would say no more.

Now, the rest of this entry is going to seem very glazed over and nonchalant. However, this is only due to a bit of a numbing due to the content of what I will write and how I am still not over the sheer impact of the magnitude of the last two weeks.

Milo began the ritual, and has he did (assisted by Guislane and myself) a chanting began in the woods. A dark, twisted chanting that Lorien told us came from a gathering of wolves beginning to circle us. We continued, resolute in our cause, with the ritual. As the ritual culminated, the chanting ceased, and Byron stood once more a man, while Milo transformed into the deer. However, the deer’s black spot (from the daemon blood) melted off of the deer, or Milo, I can’t tell. The more important thing that happened after that was that the blood that had rained upwards now rained down from the sky. The ground was caving under the weight of the blood so that the blood pooled on the ground. The chanting, the wicked, dark chanting began again, and I rushed to move everyone away from this spot. Lorien closed his eyes and told us that the chanting was coming from the black blood in the ground. I wanted nothing more with this place. I wanted to run. I wanted to scream, but there was no way that I would do that with people’s lives on the line. We mounted what horses were left and had not run away from the daemon and ran. On the way out people could be seen in the woods watching us leave. Guislane later told us that he spotted a wolf-man among the people.

Byron went crazy as we returned to the Crusade’s camp. The beautiful Dame Templar I met when we made camp with the rest of the Metrians eventually tackled Sir Byron as he attempted to run through the camp, which was absolutely hysterical from my point of view. I mean, it was terrible, thinking about what he must be going through with his awakening being so late in life, but watching a grown man run around without pants on and get tackled by a sexy warrior woman is just great any day of the week.

When the rush of battle finally fell from our minds, we laid our heads to rest in the tavern tent among the encampment.

And I woke up. The tavern looked as if it was years and years old, covered in cobwebs and dust and decay. No one else, save the dwarf, seemed phased by this. Until Lucas turned to me and said.

“Qaliwin, we are in Fay.”

Fay. The world of fairies. The world that parents tell their children about to scare them into obedience.


That’s it. I was about to lose it. What seemed to be a moth landed on my shoulder, and after flicking it off once I noticed, after it returned again, that it was a small person. A fairy. I lost my mind. Lucas had to take me through the rest of our journey. He drew a door in reality which we walked through bringing us to the court of summer where we met with queen titania the queen of the seelie court and lucas made a cup and the dwarf made a bench and the queen turned my snow bolt into flowers and then glitter and then a bunch of things came in and titania talked to me about magic and fay and about how dreams come and then lucas asked lorien about his blonde hair and he told him about the nightwalker business with being abletowalkatnightandnotbeaffectedbythemoonlightorpossessedbydaemonsandthatswhyotherdwarveshatehimandtheotherslike

…whoa. I am still in shock about being there. We got back safe, back to the tavern. While in Fay, Guislane and Lucas met with a goat man who apparently was the reincarnation of their old friend Jaques. He was going to appear near a treeline, so we went to speak to the Emperor about him. The guards told us to find him near the edge of the camp because he wanted to “look around”. I knew right away that the Emperor knew what was going on, so we ran out to meet him. We found Jaques, but not before the Emperor did. Lucas covered his goat legs and horns with pants and a hat and we had a conversation with the Emperor again, this time though the Emperor was much more cordial. He even cursed in front of us, it was divine.

Until a boy with burnt out eyes appeared in a field behind us. He then disappeared.

Guislane apparently knew this small boy, a child named Jacob who their inquisitor friend had burned the eyes out of because a daemon was in his eyes.

Have I entirely made it clear how absolutely insane things have gotten in the last two weeks? HAVE I?

Anyway, our march towards the Auk line continues, and I have finally figured out how to channel. My theories were correct, like I knew they were. Milo condemned me, but I knew it.

Lucas, however, just mentioned how he is on some sort of test, a trial that may kill him or make him ascend to another level in which he won’t reincarnate. To be the icing on the cake.


Session - 1/27/2012
Qaliwin's journal - Vol. 1, Entry 2

((This entry is missing the parts about the Crusade and the Emperor because at the end of last session we were in hot pursuit of Sir Byron and Qaliwin would not have had time to sit peacefully and write down what happened. The next entry will include that stuff, provided Qaliwin survives the fight))

We were on the road today. I have taken to actually practicing my magic, something I haven’t done since the Red Rock. Being in the company of mages has me thinking about the different uses of magic.

We’ve been travelling for a while. My training is focused on trying to pair my magic more effectively with my sword fighting. The halfling/elf seems to think its impossible, but I don’t believe him. Magic lets us do anything; we are without limits!

I was forced to walk into a room where magic was cut off from me in order to regain my Grimoire. Forced to feel the power and majesty of magic cut from my body, and these people in the Inquisition are without remorse. I wish to never return here again. Guislane seems to be so broken of spirit that he just complies with the insanity that is this place without second thought. I must work on that.

We were joined before leaving Erius by a druid and a knight. The druid was quiet and kept to himself, but the knight was apparently the one who released the daemon. It seemed like a touchy subject, so I left it alone.

On the road, however, we were approached by a Dwarf who had the strangest look about him. Blue eyes and stark blonde hair, something I had never seen in the few Dwarves I had ever met. However, he was out AT NIGHT. Something no Dwarf is ever supposed to do. He said he had been sent to join us on our journey (more destiny stuff) so we had him accompany us. That night, we heard some strange animal noises in the forest. It was odd, and made even more weird by the fact that the ambient nature noise was silent. Eventually, this terrible beast flew overhead and attacked some wolves off in the distance. Clement recognized it and began to get sick before telling us it was a BATTLE DAEMON. A. BATTLE. DAEMON. Fully materialized. I was beginning to question my use in this group, but if Daemons and dark powers needed to be battled in order for people to be kept safe then it had to be done. We silently made camp for the night and awoke the next day somberly.

A few days later when we stopped to make camp… I don’t know how to easily put it so I am just going to say it. We witnessed Sir Byron manifest magical powers. He was unable to control himself so our Milo put a collar on him that cut him off from magic, just as I had been in the Grimoire room. He said he felt as if he were on fire, so I attempted to cool him down with my freezing magic. It only mostly seemed to work, so Guislane took Sir Byron away and attempted to help him meditate to learn control. I was completely useless to helping Byron, as I had never almost exploded with magic; I learned control before that ever happened. How someone could manifest magical ability that late in life eludes me.

We have more than two weeks ride left to reach our destination at the Auk front line and to our target. I assume I will have more before we get there, which also assumes that I will survive our encounter.

Session - 1/6/2012
Qaliwin's journal - Vol. 1, Entry 1

((Qaliwin has taken to writing in a journal when we get time before we go to sleep. If asked, anyone can view this book he carries))

I decided to keep this journal based off the course that Brother Clement and I have shifted our travels to as of late. Whereas In the past we have been on the road, wandering from town to town; he spreading the wisdom of JADO and me trying to make us enough money to eat and have a place to lay our heads that is not the solid earth. It was hard. It was lonely most time.


No one told us where to go, what to eat, what to wear. I don’t think the good brother shared my ecstatic view of life on the road but I know that he didn’t mind my almost child-like enthusiasm. He cared for the spreading of the word, and while I did not share his views I didn’t mind them either. He surely was a good travelling companion; his depth of knowledge was astounding, and most certainly got us out of more than a few precarious situations more often than I would like to mention. There are only so many things that a quick tongue can get you away from. For everything else, there is a well-researched answer.

However, today along the road we met with a group of men leading a pack of refugees towards the capital city of Erius, a road I had long avoided because of their utterly disgraceful methods of “dealing” with mages like myself. At first, I was skeptical, but a man named Lucas came forth to speak to us. In his conversation he revealed to us, rather bluntly, that both Brother Clement and myself were a part of some greater destiny and that we should travel with them. Clement agreed, probably wanting to spread his wisdom and the teachings of JADO through the refugee camp, and I went with Clement. At the very least, even heading to Erius as we were, I could perhaps become unseen among the refugees and keep my presence mostly unknown to the Inquisition.

With Lucas was another mage named Geslane Dui Guislane, a man who claimed to be an Alchemist, and a halfling who claimed to be an Elf, of all things! Once HE claiminged to be an Elf, Lucas and Guislane explained that this group had been in contact with REAL ELVES. And that they also had contact with a Daemon, which one of their party had brought into existence. None of which seemed to shake Clement at all, but I was downright nervous to be travelling with men such as this. I placed my faith in Clement, who likewise placed his faith in JADO, and we rode on to Erius.

Once in Erius, Guislane exhibited some strange behavior, as if he were waiting for something to fall on his head from a balcony or something like that. Apparently, that feeling was the Inquisition, who had bred such fear into the hearts of the mages here that he was right to feel in such a way. I was accosted in the street while trying to entertain the people by some strange men; mages who wore the regalia of someone from the Inquisition. Never had I heard of such a thing, but they gave me the creeps so I just let them rudely take me to the Inn where we all were staying. There, I met with a man who was a High Inquisitor, the name of which I care not to remember or write down. I was placed in twice-redundant restraints and put under magical interrogation by this man where he asked me the spells I was taught and forced me to write them down in a book he referred to as a Grimoire. They spat out some dribble about who to give it to and where to bring it that I barely listened to. This dictatorial control over people whom were only born different is abhorrent. I wish to discard this book as soon as possible. I went to sleep shortly after that dreaming of a day when the mages of Erius would be free.


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