No more of this.
In my travels, I have come to learn that the very physicians of the Queen were behind the plague and that her highness knew about this.
Law is key, but not without justice. Without justice, I fear that rebellion will sweep the land, sinking it to a state of anarchy or worse chaos.
To preserve the law and order, sometimes the laws must be bent.
I fear that chaos will be the order of the day if we don't act fast. We are going to need a lot of help now that the Gray Madiens patrol our streets, arresting citizens or worse if they so much as blink the wrong way!
I am torn by my sense of the laws keeping Korvosa together, all that is now tearing it apart and my ethics, my heart.
Do I wish to admit that it is my heart that troubles me? Should that same heart swell with pride that I helped dispatch that evil Urgota priestess both in life and undeath. She was working under orders from the queen herself?
Lillia wishes to push on, that she would bear no grudge if I or anyone else opted out. I want to follow her. It seems that in order to restore the law, it has to be broken several times over, it seems.
On the other hand, there seems an end to the plague and my new rank as Captain. One can't help but feel pride to such rewards!
I do not know if I can stand much more. I feel as though I am losing my sense of law, fairness, justice, perhaps even my own mind.
I aided in the escape of Trinia Sabor, even though she is still a wanted fugitive. I had a sense that she was innocent. Her neighbors and friends would not watch over her home and possessions, I don't think.
I was told by the Sable Company to keep an eye out and not participate in any illegal activities, even if my newfound friends do so. They want to promote me soon, should I prove myself.
I know that I will and this thought excites me, but my actions in aiding Trinia still loom over me. I will say it was a sense of justice that drove me, but I know it is because VanCarlo asked me to aid her. I have a feeling that I might do anything for him.
This is dangerous, and an illness that could spread through me every bit as quickly as the red veil disease now sweeping Korvosa. It led to madness as chaos as the infirm used their remaining will and strength to mob the few clerics that were able to restore. This is the very plague that could end all the order that made Korvosa the mighty city it once was. We all must find a cure for this.....
Journal Log
It has been too long, and I must take down these thoughts racing through my mind. So much chaos has erupted in this city, as is the nature of the revolution the people appear to cry out for. Or is this just another excuse for base lawlessness and rumor mongering? I do not know, but as the world changes around me, I find myself questioning more and more. The letter of the law, the order of the land, maybe the order of my own mind.
I must prove myself both to my party and to my queen, rumors of wrongdoing aside. It was this that led me to the desire to best that fiend, DeVargo Barvasi. I won. None will call me a 'better bed whore' anytime soon, even though I was poisoned and briefly weakened. More importantly, he will not violate myself nor Lillia or entrap Sionan with his foul spiders, nor hold the poor pseudo dragon, now a companion to Sionan. Commander Croft understood that he would not surrender and thusly had to be dispatched.
I wonder if I could further prove myself, then not only would I have the esteem of peers, but that of Vencarlo Orsini. Yes, he would be twice my age or more if not human, but there is that careful way he handles his rapier. He would understand my need for perfection.
After handling Barvasi, I healed, and tried to gather my thoughts to record, but found that we were called to duty yet again. On top of petty robberies and thuggery increasing within the city walls, rumors of our late king meeting foul play reached the people. One such suspect was a guardsman that was involved in a previous plot to kill the king, but before ending his life, he named Trinia Sabor. We were ordered to find her before the mob, and after a struggle where my arrows helped strike her down, maybe a little too well, we managed to bring in the injured girl for questioning. She protested her innocence, that she was only commisioned to paint a portrait of the king. Her flat within the slums held such tools, her neighbors offered to watch her abode during this time and I do not think that they would offer such help if she were not speaking the truth of her innocence. Regardless, we were to stop a potential Shaonti riot as the nephew of a shaman were murdered and the body stolen by a necromancer. We set out to recover the remains of the poor soul now held by Rolph.
I think I might have proven myself, or taken steps in the right direction as my aim was near perfect. The mosquitos Rolph employed attacked Lillia mostly, but we survived and recovered remains of poor Geiken for his grandfather to bury.
Upon our return, we found ourselves upon the execution of poor Trinia, possibly a pawn and scapegoat in this game. She was rescued by one named Blackjack, and warnings were shouted at the execution. Rumor has it that she still walks the streets and was seen various places.
But if she were innocent, who did poison our king if he were so affected? The Queen was named, and if it were true, and she is the law in the land, what have we been supporting and aiding to restore order to Korvosa? I must put these doubts aside, for the law is the order and backbone of this land, and all citizens are subject to it. If Trinia is innocent, she will be vindicated. I have trepidation as to what the future will bring, but all the same, I look forward to the new challenges.
Journal Entry 1
I did not know what that day would bring, but I knew my life would never be the same when I saw the card by my whet stone.
I was training, as I always do. After working out, I felt the aching muscles with adrenaline. Sharpening my sword, I saw a card with a note. I did not see anyone place this. Come to think of it, I was the only one around.
I had a feeling that I had to walk to this address. Sure enough, I arrive to see a cleric, a sister elf of a more natural bent and a member of the city watch. An older woman soon arrives and I soon learn that we were all wronged in some way or other by Lamm. This woman wanted us to return her cards, as they were a livelihood, and perhaps, wreak a vengeance for the murder of her son.
No doubt, too many in Korvosa were wronged by this devil. I knew this, but voiced a desire to wreak a whole other form of justice to Lamm other than arrest as my company and the very law dictated. I say this with a City Watch in my company!
I did not get much of a chance to brood over this slip. No sooner than we arrive, we were attacked by dogs and children, no doubt kidnapped orphans forced to steal and work on pain of death from his foul adult denizens. Luckily, we were able to make short work of the dogs and minions while freeing the children, some of them attempting to aid us.
My heart felt in a near frenzy when I saw the devil face to face. All my memories came rushing back as I readied my bow. I forced the steely resolve and concentration as I shot at him, as I had to prove myself to my new companions as surely as I did to the Sable company before. I had to follow the letter of the law first and foremost and aid in his arrest. However, Lamm fell right into his own crocodiles, no doubt to scare his child slaves and guard his own foul grounds. A search of papers and other evidence told us that we avenged the death of the woman that led us to Lamm. I spoke to a spectre....yet, this did not unnerve me. I only wish I were able to restore her cards in life.
I did not have time to think upon this. No sooner did he fall, but the city was ablaze in a chaos that I never seen. The king succumbed to illness.
A lot was thrown at us, but despite our differences, we are on to something bigger than us. I must not let that get to me, as my duties to the company, the Queen, nay the city come first.
Background for Destrel Grange:
At around this time, Destrel is a 130 year old lawful good elven ranger. Those that meet her get an overall impression of an ambitious woman, set out to join the Sable Company and work her way up the ranks.
However, if one were to get past her many walls, they would lean that hers is a forlorn nature, stemming from childhood neglect. Not knowing her father, her mother has struggled with a long time addiction to shiver.
Destrel gained a natural mistrust of humans as one fed this addiction, which also led her mother to attempt to sell her to a brothel to pay off her debts. It was around this time that Destrel learned that hard work, wits and education was the only way for her to avoid her mother's fate. Running away from city life into more wooded areas, she developed a natural talent for empathizing with the wildlife as she had a harder time relating to her neighbors and most people. Despite her nature, she did manage to learn valuable skills from other rangers, one of which an upstart in the Sable Company. After being steered in that direction, Destrel finally gained a sense of purpose in this prospect for a better life, and with her sense of justice and drive, hopes to stop the dealer that enslaved her mother and others as well as work her way to the higher tiers of the company.
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