Journal of The Quest Against the Slittermask

I am Dom Piere, mighty Rokari wizard and one of the seven who quest to defeat the evil Slittermask. The path we tread bears the mark of those who have journeyed before us - the great Talor and his noble companions. In times of old they ventured forth to combat and best that foul creature. She who has now returned. 

Records of their deeds are fragmentary at best and so, as the most scholarly of my comrades, I feel a burden to those who might follow in our footsteps. Our deeds I shall commit to parchment, so that when the cycle repeats itself those brave souls who array themselves against the Slittermask will do so with knowledge to aid them. I am a scholar of the upmost integrity and honesty. You may trust that what I write is the absolute verbatim truth.

We are lead by the incomparably wise and intelligent Baron Tamar, with I, his remarkably handsome wizard, at his side. The quest began on the 1st day of Earth Season, when, in preparation, we attended the cathedral for an ecclesiastical blessing. The Pagans - Vera, Fenix, and Silkene - who travelled with us, practiced some heathenry elsewhere.

An enormous banquette and impossibly fantastical fair were arranged in honor of our departure. The celebrations were so spectacular that the arrival of Minerva the Brithini went largely unnoticed. Those strange magicians distributed some strange wooden artifacts to myself, the Baron, and the Herstoli knight Sir Henry. Although the Brithini were ignorant of their true nature, I consulted my enormous intellect to divine that were fragments of the True Cross of Hrestol. I reasoned that they would no doubt aid us at a later date.

We then convened with Sir John, who stood at the head of huge army. They were to shepherd us towards our goal and ride in our aid should we require it. We left the legion at some barren and ill wasteland, no doubt infected by the sickly yellow rift that marked the entrance to an evil plane. We were headed for the village of Mission Mount, where the quest of lore was reported to have begun.

During our travels, we heard a babe’s cry. Unable to contain themselves, the passionate pagan’s rapidly departed to locate its source - despite the Baron’s wise council. My trusted familiar Cedric scouted ahead and witnessed the hotheaded Vera the Red seduced by the wiles of three Harpies. These repellent creatures would have carried her off into the sky had the rest of the party not arrived quickly on horse-back. We shook Fenix out of some fearful stupor and he struck a Harpy dead with no more than a piercing glance.

That fracas behind us we eventually arrived at Mission Mount, which lay deathly still and quiet. My complicated magicks revealed to me that a number of magical wards had been placed around the village. During our investigations we encountered a man who called himself The Crow. This strange being appeared to know much of our intentions, which naturally aroused suspicions. However, he astutely swore an oath of loyalty to the Baron, so we cautiously accepted his offer of assistance.

His first act was to inform the pagans that their Sage had turned lunatic and was trapped in the church tower. As a write this, Vera ventures forth to investigate...