Session 18: Omar the Wild
I walked up the stairs, following the others as a crocodile. We came into a familiar hallway and went into a room with a blood golem. We killed it at ease, with not much of a problem.
As we explored this temple more we found a room with strange pictures on walls, one I presumed to be the three artifacts, and another I thought to be the eye of abondango, and the other one…had a picture of four people, standing before a greater being. I assumed that these four people represented us, but I may be wrong.
We began to see some very interesting things in this dungeon. There was a room with teeth, with blood canisters, and one for…filling the canisters.
After more wandering, we finally got somewhere special in this temple. A door to the left and a humongous door to the right. The left had nothing of significance, but the right was locked. The Halfling opened it with a key that she had. We walked into the big hallway, and into a gigantic room with a Cyclopes in the center, presumably guarding something. This Cyclopes seemed different from the others we fought. I became a bit weary as the others began to take up arms, and knowing how rash and arrogant they are, I doubt they would have listened to me if I tried to devise a battle plan.
We barely managed to live through this battle. We were all nearly killed again. I even told that Halfling to get lost, because I knew she would just get in the way. If she listened to me she would still be alive.
After we killed the Cyclopes and got back up on our feet, we tried to figure a way to open this strange barrier before us, which seemed to contain this artifact.
This merfolk was becoming intrusive, and I quickly found out that he was a cultist. It should have been obvious. Kulrosh grabbed his sword and gutted him in one blow. I was quite impressed. Kulrosh’s battle prowess is that of an alpha male’s.
I pulled the lever in the room and a dazzling light came from the sealing. Valara read the description that said that we needed to sacrifice someone to the moon. I had just the idea.
Gas and I went to that crazy man that we saw in that jail cell. I was ready to put him out of his misery. The poison that Gas applied to my weapon did not work. I figured we’ll need to knock him out.
I began to buck the nut job with my spear in a repetitive manner. He just wouldn’t go unconscious. I swung again and again and again, faster and faster. I began to feel excited all of the sudden, and couldn’t stop. I forgot how many times I have done it, and it all seemed to be done within two seconds. I could not even remember what I just did, but if felt satisfying to induce suffering. Gas looked at me in a concerned manner, but I could not feel anything. My blood was trembling everywhere in my body, and I felt so…alive. I almost wanted more, and was becoming extravagantly wild, but made myself cool down. I could not help my violent nature; I enjoyed doing what I did.
After twenty some minutes of walking, Gas and I made it back to the big room. I closed my eyes in sudden exhaustion from what I had just done and waited for them to kill our sacrifice.
As I watched Gas trying to gut him in the light, I became excited again. This time I tried to control myself, but could not help but watch in eagerness. I was able to restrain myself from my natural need for killing.
Kulrosh finally finished him off after a few blows. Thank Gozreh. I could finally relax a little.
The barrier opened, and we all walked up to the altar. Gas rashly picked it up and smelled it. I took it then and pondered at it. The blood of the moon? This had to be more than a coincidence because I…no, no. Is destiny real? Is this some kind of joke? Besmara must have known about my past somehow, and that is why she entrusted me to drink it. She knows what I have done. I began to feel saddened by this thought of being under Besmara’s power. It felt unnatural holding this platter. But I knew that I had to drink this to protect nature. I just hope that my fate does not lie in Besmara’s hands. I am one with nature, not her.
I finally drank it after pondering for a bit, and Gas did too, at no surprise. Drinking this felt satisfying. It tasted like blood. It actually felt natural to me. By Gozreh, I knew what I did had to be done. I will not regret it. I felt closer to the natural world somehow as I drank this.
After this happened, we eventually teleported back to port peril. A part of me felt so different…as if I have been awoken.
We went to a pub and sat down for a drink. I ordered a drink without even noticing. I knew something in me had changed. This wasn’t something I normally did. I drank the vile liquid this time not for pleasure, but as a sign of bonding and respect between my pack members. Quar Xchek was right…being away from people for so long has made me misunderstand the nature of people. I couldn’t believe how foolish I have been. I have been wishing for so long that people were not a part of nature because of what happened to Noatak’s family. Because of my father. I need to stop running. I must confront my father with Noatak and end this once and for all.
Morning came, and I insisted upon getting Todrin back. I could not bear to let one of my pack members rot in prison for any longer, even if he is a dumbass.
We all went to this highly secured prison and asked to see Todrin. Like always, Valara opens her mouth and starts speaking for us. I got a little agitated and made a comment about her flirtatious nonsense, and once again, she flipped out at me and threatened to kill me for the…oh gods, I’ve lost count. Her arrogance seems to have no bounds. I do not care if this is sarcastic. She needs to stop threatening me. Her naïve nature is endangering the pack, and needs to stop making decisions for us as if she were an alpha male.
Speaking of which, I have recently changed my thoughts about Gas. Sure, we have our alpha male competition going on, which is actually quite interesting, but I have come to an acceptation of his nature. It was stupid of me to scold him harshly for what he is. He cannot help his drug schemes. I suppose I have found it somewhat amusing to watch idiots buy his drugs and intoxicate themselves.
Now about Kulrosh. Yes, I know the big fucker hates me, but I definitely respect his combat prowess. He definitely fights like an alpha male, and proves his bravery in battle. One thing I am getting utterly annoyed with is the disrespect of nature from Kulrosh and Valara. No matter though; karma has a way of solving problems in nature.
We made it into the prison, and went down into a cell room. We all saw Todrin sitting down, looking at the floor in a hopeless manner. I was glad to see was ok, because, well…you don’t want to know what happens when people mess with my pack…