Deg’s dead.

This mission is a nightmare. I have to stop pretending I can have any of these people as friends, they’re just a means to an end – second I think I like someone they’ll get taken fom me, so keep my distance, yeah? Couldn’t do anything for her, bloody useless as always, best thing I can do for Vaelin is never see him again. He’ll live longer that way.

New guy, ever rotating cast of clowns, bard named Ajes. Found him in a pit while we were fighting some monstrosity called a ‘chasm lurker’, thing was an abomination. The bright eyes don’t watch my path no more, do they, daddy? You promised he’d protect me if I kept him in my steps and my heart, but you lied to me, old man. Can’t even walk down a path without being lured into some deathtrap. Wanted to smash its eggs, every single one of them, others convinced me not to somehow. I don’t know why I didn’t just break them, I was just that mad about Degs I guess, and me? Undeserving, bitten thief I am, reclaimed my ‘gifts’ to her. Don’t know how I’ll use it but I’m gonna make something choke to death on this poison, I swear it, I’ll condemn a half-dozen to death in her memory. Not really ‘mad science’, I’m just mad.

Ghouls everywhere. Yeah, daddy, you used to talk about the undead, but you never really prepared me for it – you never prepared me for anything, did you?. Somehow the fear doesn’t really show up anymore, it’s just a cold clenching feeling in my stomach, one easily dismissed when lives are on the line. Trying to get civilians out clear, a few refugees, the mercenaries were a complete mess.

Apparently “working” for the vampiress bitch all of a sudden, she’s paying us – fine, we probably can’t take her and I’m sick to death of death and undeath. She’s going to listen to me if she wants my help, those roads are going to be made damn well safe again. You hear me, Bright Eyes? I’m still serving you, and you’ve left me and everything I touch to wither and die.

I hope you’re happy.

Gilia is a charnel house, and I’m a dirty graverobber.