abloodydurge ◾ ◾ The Journal of Voxed Ravokul

Day 1

I write this after awakening on the beach of this strange place. I need to rest. My mind is an empty shell willed with violence and questions. Who am I? I awake with only a name in my skull and this dark urge within me. My mind is stirs with thoughts of torment and a vow to rend and undo whoever did this to me. Be them mortal or god. I will not stand for this.

My useful companions from the Nautiloid are nowhere to be seen. I am alone as I was when I awoke. Left alone with these violent bloody thoughts. Where do they come from? Is this who I am? Am I a monster, seeking prey and death where I can find it? Was I always this way? Is it because of the parasite put in my skull?

I need to find answers.

First, I rest. I rest and I dwell on the sickness of my ruined skull.

If I am a monster, do I still wish to be?

Wretched thing, pull yourself together.

Day 2

I awaken the next day and yet I feel no different. I am still me. No sign yet of any change. Is it fortune or is it an omen? I'm not sure. All I know is my dreams were filled with gore, death, and blood.

I set out to search the wreckage of the crashed Nautiloid ship. I found another survivor from the crash. Though his dagger found its way against my throat. After that introduction, we discussed our mutual unfortunate circumstances. For now, we are traveling together. Astarion joined me.

I am certain, should he die, his corpse will be a thing of beauty.

Imagine my surprise when I awoke to find him over me, ready to bite. A vampire. I found a vampire. A devourer of life, like myself. He went off to hunt. And I can't help but feel aroused by the idea of traveling with him.

Day 3

The next morning, despite my bloodless body lurching about, we set off. Only to find a swirling vortex before a sigil. Then a hand reached through. It took all of my self control to not fantasize about hacking the hand off with my dagger. Slapping the hand was as close as I got before I freed the wizard inside. Another new companion named Gale. Gale of Waterdeep. He understands the parasites at least enough to know what they lead to. Though he was of no help removing them.

Shortly after, I found the Gith from the Nautiloid once more. Freeing her was simple enough. Lae'zel joined me.

Nearby we found a crypt with bandits outside it. We slaughtered them and headed inside to remove the rest of the bandits. Inside we found a strange book of dead gods and a peaceful undead. I answered his question. Mortals live to die. To be Slaughtered.

He left us afterwards. Taking the treasures within the crypt room, we departed.

The next thing I know, we've found a goblin raiding party attacking a hidden gate with mercenaries and tieflings. Something about tieflings gives me pause and quiets the urge inside me. I'm not sure why. We slaughtered the goblins and it felt euphoric.

We found our way inside and spoke with Zevlor. He told me of the tiefling refugees and their problems. But my own wrecked mind and the parasite take priority. We continued inside, seeking the one called Nettie.

The entire day was a busy blur honestly. The moments I remember most clearly were meeting Auntie Ethel, saving the boy from the harpies, and the girl Arabella. Poor girl never stood a chance against that snake.

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