The Guild City

Petros - Journal 23
In which Petros forgets

So much had been happening, lately. He had become used to being constantly on the verge of death – so now his people are on the verge of death, too. His companions had proved predictably uninterested in that problem.

Would they part ways after the swamp? He couldn’t remember the number of times they had saved his life, and he theirs. Still, he wouldn’t miss them. What did that say about them? What did that say about him? Oh well.

Petros walks into Myra’s wagon and sees another wonder. It doesn’t faze him. He looks at Reyland, sees the other man meet his gaze, and they wander off together. For a night, none of that matters.

He knows where the wagon is headed. They are headed straight into the enemy’s home. He doesn’t know if he’ll be alive this time next week. He could be much worse than dead. For another day, though, he could forget all that. He was with somebody he cared about.

He thinks, briefly, of his partner back home. He had never cared about him. He could scarcely remember his name. His mother thought that they were marriage material. Was there anything his mother was right about? Well – he was chosen by Dolora. She was right about that. One way or the other, her life of luxury would end.

Petros looks at Reyland’s gentle face. They begin to talk. Soon, his mother is forgotten.

Petros - Journal 22
In which Petros walks

Petros stumbles out of Myra’s house. He had had a heartwarming reunion with his sister, tears were shed, but even then what had been on his mind was one thing.


He needed to see him. He needed to talk to him. He didn’t know what he would say. He didn’t know why. But he had to. Had to. One foot in front of the other, in front of the other, walking to the temple, moving, don’t stop.

Would Reyland be there? Would he listen? Is he even who he thought he was?

Would they survive the ball? Would they survive each other?

Was Reyland aligned with his parents?

Fuck his parents. Fuck Tragodia. Save Tragodia. Don’t die.

Keep walking.

Petros - Journal 21
In which Petros is sleepy

Petros was tired after the day’s adventures. He’d been tired frequently lately, and though the temple today hadn’t been too strenuous, he still was looking forward to some rest.

Then his companions were yanked through the window. Then he fought a flesh golem. Then he had to give blood to – what? Probably another dark god. Who even knows? Fortune – they were well named.

He looked at the stairs down. Below was something – nothing good – and he was feeling drained already. He thought of everything he had to do. He thought of his mother, saying that he’d been chosen. She – she was an asshole, but she was probably right, at least about him.

Whoever did this was going to pay. They might die. Only one thing to do.

Petros looked at his compatriots, and took the first step down the stairs.

Nychta's Notes - Part 3

The mirrors are against us now? What is this group doing! i swear i have never seen so much chaos happen so quickly… I am now not only stuck in a mirror pocket dimension type situation, but I have no idea where Ariyra is… and i am working with sabiya who so far has not had much faith in me… luckily we share a bit of a darker background and there are some things about here that I have clearly misjudged… maybe there is a friendship to be had there that i didn’t think possible..

at any rate for now finding the others and getting us out of this place. I am sick of the situations i have been getting into and i know they have only just begun.

Excerpt from the DIary of Reynard
Found scrawled on the inside of the cover

If found and I’m dead: please deliver to Carmine, Kitsune of House Wildwood of Argent


Within you can find the total of my adventures. Know that everything I did was for you. I meant to gain enough power and influence to return to free you. If you’re reading this, I have died. I wasn’t worthy of being your hero. Truth be told I was never worthy of you. The time spent with you was the best of my life. I thought of you every day. longing for the day I might see you again. It felt as if my life was in eternal winter, with out you my days were without light or warmth. The trials and tribulations I experienced were nothing compared to the pain of your absence.

I’m sorry I failed you. I only hope that you might find it in you to forgive me, in spite of the life I left you to live. I hope I may find you in the next life, even if to see you for just a moment, to get on more taste of your divine presence.

With all the love that I posses,

Sabiya - Journal 6

They were the last ones to arrive at this circular room.
But they were in dire need of a break while moving through this trap and monster infested hallways.

She had to admit that Nychta was not too bad during the fights. Infact he was kicking ass. Though the way he handled the spike pit was more than clumsy and could have ended deadly.

Sabiya shook her head while thinking about what happened. Yet the shaking of her head was something she regret. She felt a bit lightheaded and had a hard time to gather her thoughts in general.
Probably an after effect from carrying the burden alone. But to her this was the right decision.
Even with those consequences.

Silently she watched the others giving some of their blood to the alter in the center of the room and apath opened up for them.

_Hopefully we get out alive in the end. _

Nychta's Notes - Part 2

Such weird places these people have been to… this cave. it’s amazing to see how everything can be so different once u leave the forest… I will be liking this new part of my life that’s for sure.

I do worry about the assignment i will have to do. I am sure i won’t be able to tell anyone, if only I could trust these people more, maybe I could get the to help me without having to know about everything. .. we will see what is in store for me I guess.

I also am really curious about this rucha person… as with hope. who are they? what importance do they have?

Journal 13 - Vindis Florel
Musings in a Too-Small Room

The query before him was a most troubling prospect.

Vindis Florel had long slumped in the chair in the dank, candle-lit halls of some, frankly, troublesome library in the midst of a city he had no interest in. He had originally planned on being long home, but, nothing went to plan anymore. Strewn before him was naught but a heap of old scrolls, loose parchment, and more than a few treatises and encyclopedias of an increasingly esoteric pedigree.

As it turned out, “Mirror Monster Monstrosity Thing” was an effective enough search term when applied vigorously to the hardly employed. Perhaps, he was being a total cock, but, he really hadn’t the time for this.

Reaching up, he pinched the bridge of his nose, the fragments of verifiable information hardly enough to call paltry, and though, it was certainly better than nothing, it wouldn’t remove the rock from his hard place.

“I don’t like this.” He mused to himself, “I don’t like this one fucking bit.”

Every moment he tarried, was a moment— No, no, he couldn’t think like that. This had a motive. It wasn’t a murderer, not at the moment anyhow. They had destroyed this thing and removed its power source. It would’ve had to have been revived somehow, and he could hazard a minimum of three guesses as to who, though—

He peered down at one of his two illicit books.

He had a distinct feeling that this was a certain waste-of-air’s handiwork. That, or rather, her apathetically supported retinue of useless party throwers.

Presuming this was them, making any moves was a stupid decision— foolish, even.

He bit his lip.

They would strip Myriad of the stone, and momentarily use them as a lure to wreak havoc on the remainder. To save them would be nothing short of suicidal.

He cursed under his breath, a finger tapping his frustrations into a rhythm atop a lunatic’s theory of mirror livelihood predicated only on his own reflection. “It would be wise to just cut our losses and run.” He murmured, feeling his chest compress under the weight of this particular burden, before he wordlessly fingered the second of his two books, making a point to throw the first one down a hallway, eliciting a yelp from a now-accosted random scholar.

“Oh, I loathe you dearly for not making me a sociopath.” He said, before reaching for his pen.

Petros - Journal 20
In which Petros accepts the truth

His mother had always said that they were chosen by Dolora. He has his doubts now – serious doubts. Everything he thought he knew – it hurt too much if he thought about it. At least he had another mission now. Save his people, along with removing that brand. It seemed overwhelming, but the … child of Dolora had had a point. More impossible things had been done before.

He had talked to a creature of legend. Something that had been spoken of in reverential tones back home – and she was just … He might be a legend, too, soon. If only he could survive this ordeal, he might be quite the legend indeed. He’d be everything his brother ever wanted to be.

He smirks at that. His brother had thrown himself into Dolora’s service, had been disgustingly eager, and yet Petros is the one talking to her children.

He better go save his brother’s life. Somehow. Somehow.
Sabiya - Journal 5

This is getting complicated… and confusing.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck this shit.
Whenever I meet someone from the court shit is just getting more confusing.
I came here to find Ravina in terms of tutoring and my goal was to figure out something about Sylda.
Instead Sylda found me and actually creeped inside the room in the middle of the night. (Oddly this happened before too. Nazim creeped into the room back in Remal too…)
Nevertheless her words and actions raised more questions than I had before.
But I… promised to keep quiet about this all towards Aandhe. Keeping her in the dark is as usual a risky move, but it’s understandable.
I would ask for the same…
That being said I need to talk to Sylda again.
There are a few things I’m curious about.
But for now I have to figure out other shit… hmpf.
Her words were to not go alone, but this just will make things even worse.
Vindis already knows everything.
Reynard already offered help and is actually more trustworthy than I would give him credit for.
Myriad would probably stay quiet about it if I tell him to.
Now the more problematic people….
I don’t know Petros well enough, so there is still the chance that he would tell others about it.
Ariyra just doesn’t seem to be like someone that would keep secrets either. In fact knowing them it would get us killed.
Nychta is still too new to the group… he’s not too bad from what I saw but still.

Sometimes I wish I could trust them more… but it’s not only for my sake but mostly for their own.

They don’t need to be dragged into something, they don’t need to deal with my problems.


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