When I was first transferred to this party, my supervisor gave me one piece of advice: Don’t trust anyone. When I first met the group, I thought that he must have been misinformed of the state of things in this branch of the organization. These people were far more straightforward and less deceptive than my previous co-workers up north. But now I see what he meant. While the foot-soldiers are honorable and trustworthy, their superior(s?) are a whole other matter. While we still aren’t sure exactly what the return of eden would entail, none of the information that we have found points to it being a good thing. So, as we made our way back to the Leram empire, we began to consider the idea of not making it happen. However, we still wanted to seek out the remaining members of the family, both to learn more and to prevent any disasters from
causing economic damage taking innocent lives. For this reason, we headed towards the capitol, hoping to find conflict bad enough to draw out one of the family. Unfortunately, our new political leanings were known only to us, and so our enemies remained opposed to our travels. A terrible storm ravaged our boat when we were at sea, potentially called upon us by “Storm” himself, killing the crew and leaving us to row a makeshift lifeboat to shore. Once we made it to the coast, we rode along with a trade caravan to the capitol. The bad weather continued, but was much less deadly. Perhaps Storm planned on depressing us to death? No, he seems much more direct than that (but I must remember the depression idea for future use).
Once we reached the capitol, things briefly switched from other-worldly conflict to good old fashioned human conflict. The theocrats had taken over, but a revolution was brewing amongst the masses (encouraged by the expert brew-master Kevtumal). Within days of our arrival, a full on assault was launched on the so called “speaker”. As we predicted, the skirmish drew the attention of a teacher, the thunderbird AKA Storm. He appeared with a lightning strike and confronted the speaker, exchanging words but not blows. Taka apparently was bored by this, and so he let loose an arrow. As it passed Storm, the electrical power that his arrow was imbued with multiplied ten-fold, and it struck the speaker with enough force to send him flying backwards. However, Storm was not the only supernatural power that saw fit to intervene. The demi-lich that attacked us in the desert followed us all this way, and used the bodies of those slain in the battle against us. Paladins and soldiers alike began swarming the streets, as the lich revealed that he planned on killing us to prevent us from bringing about eden. At this point, we were still neutral on the whole “eden” thing, so we did not correct him. Storm realized that with his army of undead holy men, the lich was too powerful for us to handle, so he flew us out of the city. Once we escaped, we had a little chat about the family and eden. Apparently, the return of eden would entail the opening of the gates between worlds, allowing gods and devils to once again roam the earth freely. A side effect of this is that the demi-lichs’ curse would be broken. This all fit with our previous knowledge of eden, which conveniently left out the demons. We decided then that we would no longer do the bidding of our superior, as eden seemed incredibly dangerous for all mortals (and two non-mortals).
So why then did our boss send us to find this information? Surely most of my colleagues were selected for their heroic, humanitarian tendencies. Perhaps our defection is of no importance, and our mysterious employer merely needed more information about the family? Either way, we are no longer on his good side, whoever he is.
As our conversation with Storm ended, we heard a cracking sound from the south, in the direction of the large volcano. Storm believed it to be the sound of someone, most likely our boss, killing the scorpion. This means that the only ones left are him and Granny…