After getting back from my visit to Eisen for my beloved country, I decided it was time to visit my old friend, the one who found me in the forest near the gypsy camp. I arrived in good spirits, and almost immediately spotted a fine looking young man near the docks where I parked; this provided me a much better mental picture than the one I had heard about this town. On the other hand, he did seem to be from the northern region, so I suppose I shouldn’t have expected him to be a native. I took back to my original tasks, and headed toward the “respectable” part of town to find my fine friend. I found myself at an establishment, “La Belladonna,” if I recall correctly. It was quite nice. A fitting use of my time, if I couldn’t find him, which I couldn’t. So I decided to stay the night. Shortly after I got there, the man from the docks, “Sid,” arrived. He forgot his wallet back in his Vesten home, so I decided to spot him the money to stay the night, so long as he would pay me back. He seems nice, I think I’ll get him a new wallet as a present. I then met the owner of the establishment; I had no idea that THE Contesse was in this city, nor the owner of such a fine establishment. That night, Sid offered a challenge to a drinking contest. I had to defend the motherland!
I awoke the next morning, utterly defeated. I met the respected Avalonian professor Ford Harrison that morning at breakfast. Certainly many foreign visitors to this establishment…the owner herself is not of this country either! We were about to take our leave when we encountered an unruly looking group towing a seemingly defenseless woman away. A man jumped from a roof a took out one of them, and continued fighting. I had planned to watch events unfold when my new companions started attacking the supposed kidnappers as well. The Contesse came out and gave a very commanding order to stop fighting, causing almost everyone to do just that. I took this time while everyone else was stunned to pull out the woman from the group, pushing a couple of them aside. I guarded the woman while everyone else snapped out of it. The fighting continued, but eventually the city guard arrived to take care of the rest of things.
The roof assailant appeared to have mistaken the woman for his sister, who seemed to actually be a worker at La Belladonna. This person had not made an appearance since the time I had been there, however, and the Contesse asked Sid and Ford to make a search. I was a bit wary of the occurances, and took this time to watch the entrance to La Belladonna, and to keep an ear out for other information that may have helped me. Eventually, Sid and Ford returned, and asked for reinforcements. I obliged them, as did The Contesse.
The Short, OOC – Sid and Ford went on a wild goose chase to find Brianna, leading them through the forest and back to the mayor’s house. They were directed to a cave, and got a “bad feeling,” so came back for reinforcements.
We came to a cave. We started to go in, when suddenly I blacked out.
I awoke in a cage, hearing some of the voices of my compadres. I was let out, and found that my companions had found my friend! As well as a doctor from near where Sid was from as well. Apparently they had been locked up for some time as well. We felt our way through the cave and found ourselves upon some sort of ritual room. The Contesse cried out; this must have been the person she was looking for, convulsing on the table. She did, however, attract the attention of the Cymru chanters. (Note to self: Still need to learn Cymru). So a battle raged. The apparent lead ritualist eventually made a run for it, behind a tapestry. Sid made an immediate dash behind him. The rest of us took out the remaining grunts and the doctor and I started chasing after Sid and his prey. I saw Sid throw a torch at him, which did cause him to stumble a bit, as his robes caught and he threw them off, but he and Sid both steadily disappeared into the hallway. I knew I could not catch up and trusted Sid to catch him. So I went back to the ritual room where [Brianna] had stabilized…but not actually gotten better. I went over while the Contesse went to go fix her clothes (OOC: Something to do with a mirror and an oracle). Sid and the Doctor came back with their man, tied up in rope. The Contesse then came back, demanding to know how to fix her. She threatened him with my friend’s gift of a blade, a blade that I didn’t even know he had. They don’t even speak the same language, so I have no idea how she would have known about it. Also odd was the fact that she pulled out a cloth to actually hold it. Maybe she has some sort of vow against weaponry; I haven’t seen her wield a single one before. The ritualist said that the only way to save her was to finish the ritual, with which she started to go through him with the dagger (maybe I was wrong), when my friend stopped her (perhaps she planned/foresaw this somehow?). He said it was his dagger, so he was the one to complete the kill. He did, and the ritualist burst into flames, as a vampire in the sun. I wonder why he hasn’t been using this dagger, when it’s obviously better than that deer antler dagger he’s been using. The Contesse mentioned a need to go to a swamp for a root to fix [Brianna], and Sid asked about the door at the end of the hallway. The Contesse also wanted someone to take [Brianna] back to La Belladonna. She asked me, and I was about to, but Sid picked her up and started to leave, so I decided to investigate the door with my friend. Ford said he would go to the swamp with the Contesse (I really think he’s got something for her), and Sid and the doctor went to go take [Brianna] back to La Belladonna. Behind the door was a stairwell leading up …maybe three flights, and then another door. Behind that door was a rather dilapidated building, save for maybe 3 inhabited rooms. We found a paper that neither of us could read, so we left what ended up being the bricked off old mayor’s house through the 2nd floor windows and returned to La Belladonna. When we got there, it was storming. However, shortly thereafter, the storm subsisted, and the Contesse returned; apparently, [Brianna] was safe. Ford was actually able to read the paper, which described the woman that they were looking for, who sounded like both women we rescued. He also noticed a symbol on the paper, which I saw from my vantage point when he held it up to the light. (OOC: it was the same symbol drawn around the ritual table). It gave me a really bad feeling, for some reason, so I grabbed the paper, crumpled it up, and threw it into the fire. Ford, for some reason, started freaking out when I did this, talking about historical relevance. That’s senseless, the house was obviously lived in, and the paper stated plots for recent events. It couldn’t have had any historical relevance. But the day had been long, and it was time to rest. I had my nightly bottle of vodka and bedded myself.