Session 26: Viter

Get over yourself, Galin.

Who under the might of these stars does Galin think he is? Coming in here to our party with his flowing locks, piercing eyes, smelling of lavendar and what I assume to be a rugged yet gentle touch. Un-be-LIEVABLE.

I took my cue from my truest acolyte Ivasar, who was being uncharacteristically stand-off-ish with this “Galin”. Trading barbs and quips. Some of which actually seemed quite cutting and, were I not such a hero, would have acted upon.

But these things are below me.

Long-story short, Galin seemed eager to become one of Viter’s Acolytes after hearing about a crack in reality formed by the lechen, haunting nightmares, and some other world-shattering hazards that would stifle the hearts of non-heroes.

But come on. We ''know the deal with Viter by now! I definitely didn’t have a nightmare where I spoke with a young girl that Ember knew as her niece! Ha-ha! That would be terrifying and disturbing! And heroes do not get terrified and disturbed!''

So we headed into a den of evil ferocious kobolds in search of answers. This kind of place reeked of mildew emanating from its thick dungeon walls. In this dank, musty den, we ventured. Using my arcane abilities and my phenomenal wit, I disguised myself magically as a kobold! Ba-ha! What fools to think that I was one of their own!

I think we were searching for handmaidens. Or something like that. Galin brought them up, so I stopped paying attention and instead just stared into his inviting and illusory eyes. Getting lost in those as I dreamt of better times.

What a gross man.

As we snuck in, I managed to cut away their most obvious traps. And then would you believe it? Galin—not Ivasar—tripped them anyway! Unbelievable!

He then later went and had a terrible fight with a kobold resulting in his running away and their sounding the alarm. Galin’s tomfoolery knows no bounds, just like his muscles.

But then… the theatre of the moment occurred! We rounded a corner, my Acolytes and I, and found ourselves staring at a barbaric battle, beset by beasts of brutality!

I circled round to get a better look, and that’s when I saw him—GIMHURT! MY OLD FRIEND! But what was he doing here? I tried to set him free, so I came up with a plan of distraction that everyone executed perfectly, save for Ember who stumbled into a kobold while she was invisible. Unbelievable, that woman. But damned if she can’t pull off a good blasting when you need her to.

Alas! A battle ensued, we freed the ogres, organized the chaos, and escaped to a workshop of sorts. I rooted through some of the writings and… what was this hand? I know this work! My goodness, my master, the great and powerful Ishem Jandersnook was here!

Gimhurt claimed to know him by the name of “Kade”. Surely a ploy to keep fools off his trail.

Now, dear reader, I must close this book and head back into the fray.

Avast!