The Book of Gossan Dacite – page 30
Damn Baroness must be on drugs. Whomever heard of getting an Inquisitor of the Blood God to bring order to a situation? What else can you expect from having a woman in charge?
I’ve met my “companions”: Dusk, Big Daddy, and Lore. Before taking this motley crew under my tutelage, they needed to be tested. A noise complaint and suggestion of a possible oil fire was enough to start a battle between my “companions” upstairs and the bartender.
So far, the testing has gone well. The bartender appears to have had more experience tending his sword then his bar giving my possible new allies a greater test then just some country tough would.
Recruit 1: Big Daddy
Appears of to possess immense physical strength, sturdy constitution. Has a propensity for violence and appears to develop dependent relationships. Though wielding a blunt weapon, his immense strength results in most flesh and blood foes bursting like blood sausages. I fear l’ll still be finding horse guts in my armor for weeks to come. A most suitable recruit for the Shadow Beast.
Recruit 2: Dusk
Dusk is as my mentor would put it, a damned, dirty drow. Yet for some reason I seem to like the fellow. Detect magic spells don’t seem to show any enchantment or charm spells on my body, so it appears to be the natural charisma of the drow at work rather than spells. My lack of trust concerning him seems to also point to that fact that no spell is at work. Seems a capable sorcerer with some skill with a crossbow. Converting him to the worship of the Shadow Beast if possible could be useful. The question of how remains, until then he can be used as a means to increase my spell penetration.
Recruit 3: Lore
A shadow loving sneak named Lore and a mage named Dusk! I should eviscerate both their parents for naming their children thus. Lore has demonstrated a willingness to allow his blood to be shed and feed the Blood God, but at the same time shed the blood of his enemies. Very much like the unholy flagellants of the Blood God. He wields an exotic and magical weapon. I would arrange for his death in order to possess it, if I didn’t think I’d trip myself trying to use it. He appears to be a master of stealth and disguises. Beware a knife in the back from this one. His chosen god is surely a mismatch as he too could prove to be a most useful convert. Of the three it is possibly Lore who offers me the greatest variety of abilities to mimic or boost.
A cry of “Where he go?” interrupts Gossan’s thoughts.
Have they still not killed him? Have they not thought to look for a blood trail? I may have to revise my initial assessments of them if they don’t catch him soon. Or simply burn them all in the Inn. After all, it is getting a little chilly out here.