I’m losing track of things around here. I thought I’d already caught up here but apparently not. This place really screws with keeping track of time.
Skit had a word with me, she didn’t understand why I was upset at the death of Skiriel; comparing it with Jaros’s release of everyone at the chasm. I shudder at the memory. The core difference in my mind is that each of those people came to Jaros asking to die, this guy didn’t. He’s also in a sense family, which skews my perspective somewhat I admit. Perhaps we would’ve been friends.
Later when I spoke to Meerthan about this he also was puzzled about my reaction. “Death is not the end to the journey” he said, which is indeed true. Death simply means the shedding of the body, the soul continues to walk the material plane unhindered.
Jaros gave a speech at breakfast… or whatever meal it was. He’s decided that something simply has to get done about Carcerei, he wants to see the place destroyed and the imprisoned released. I see where he’s coming from: There’s an unequestionable portion of the population here who were unjustly imprisoned, and many more who would’ve served their time a doezen times over.
We’ve seen that the partial release of the population causes ripples of strife amoungst those who have forged a semblance of life for themselves here, thus it must be all or nothing. In this I agree, though the similarity to Lucan’s goals does make me a little uncomfortable.
Zenrith Splintershield, our dwarven ally speaks up now, telling us that the movement of planes is something that is documented and understood. He tells us a brief story of Occipitus, the 8th layer of Celestia that was lost to the Abyss. It’s a story that immediately grabbed my attention, and Zenrith said he’d seek guidance from Moradin, for more details.
He also mentioned the layer lords “have a twisted insanity”. I don’t understand exactly why, but this caught my attention even more than his story. I don’t know why, but it’s important.
The rest of the group seems quite pleased by this whole new take on Carcerei. It puts our plans to take out Lucan on hold but would be a massive victory for the people of Carcerei. We’ll hunt down the layer lord, depose him and then move the entire layer of Carcerei to a better place. In all honesty there’s a beautiful pairity in the concept of restoring an 8th layer to Celestia. Sevastian disagrees on principle, but that’s a given; I think he thinks the place is too uptight for him. In all honesty I would not be averse to climbing the mountain one day, but not any time soon. It is clear from the Archon’s judgement that I have still plenty of mileage on the road to being a better person.
Meerthan suggested we gather a small strike force to breach the layer lord’s palace, that we get the blacksmith who made the WeeJas mural and the golems on our side to furnish us with armour and weapons for the fight.
If we head to the Bastion of Last Hope we might be able to pick up more people there,
All in all this is a much better solution to the problem of Carcerei: no wholesale slaughter, and saving thousands of soul from unending torment.
Of course, we have to wait on doing all of that: We have to go meet the mayor today. A dubious prospect at best given the disappearance of the previous mayor. When we arrive at his manor his orcish guards deny us access, apparently he’s out for dinner at the Lady Rivaldi’s manor. So we go there instead and work our way inside.
The lady’s dining room is beautiful, but according to Jaros, it’s laced with illusions to make it so. Makes sense given the limited resorces available here. He also comments and it becomes clear that when he looks at the mayor, he sees something else all together. Where we see a silver haired elf, he sees a thrice damned beholder. Also dining with the lady are a tiefling, half elf, half elf vampire, and 2 dwarves.
The vampire introduces himself to us as Melogorn Thorek. Surprisingly he seems an okay guy. Who’d’ve thought it.
They mayor agrees to hear us out and on the way back to his mansion we explain that there was damage to the temple of Wee-Jas and they require funds to repair it. He agrees and escorts us to the temple to drop it off, apparently surprised that there actually was damage.
we said our goodbyes and returned back to the inn to figure out our next move.