Kerrick’s General Thoughts
War, flame, and death. These are not unfamiliar companions to Wyrda. Our history is inked in ash and blood, and I have stood faithfully amidst many of its chapters. Yet this unrest… this feels unlike any war I have known. It is not a matter of battlefield honor or clear boundaries drawn in the dirt. No, this is something far murkier. Twisted. Divided.
Rona and Florien have uncovered troubling information: shipments to the tavern, marked with the seal of the rebels, containing explosive charges. Though it was delivered not by rebel hands, but by… the guards..? The implications are chilling. Are we to believe the rebels orchestrated this with such precision, to the place they call home even if temporary? Or are the guard setting fire to the very ground they swore to protect..?
The Public Execution
I’ve never felt so powerless. Those poor rebels, they seemed confused… I wish I could have helped Rona and Florien, though I fear my intervention would have caused more harm than good.
“False Wolfric.” That phrase stuck with me. I have not heard such venom since my youth, when I saw the Aerys Guard treat my parents as filth beneath their gilded boots. I pray this is not history repeating itself.
Kerrick’s Thoughts on the group
Rona
Once more, Rona proved herself to be the heart of our fellowship. In the tavern, she stepped forward with poise and authority, drawing out truths where the rest of us might have faltered. Her ties to the rebels still weigh on my mind, yet I cannot deny the steadiness she lends us. Today, she stood more firmly than I, and though it shames me to admit it, perhaps that was what we all needed.
Florien
He overheard me as I struggled to quiet Sekaroth, the voice resounding far too loud in my mind. I thought myself discreet, but not enough. The Knight’s interruption spared me from revealing more, yet I caught the look in Florien’s eyes. Suspicion… perhaps even fear.
Tarvo
Tarvo conducted himself with unexpected bravery today. Though fear lingered in his eyes, he did not falter. Yet when we parted ways, something changed. His speech grew refined, his posture more regal. I fear my lord may be caught in the grip of amnesia or some other spell. It is as though he has become the very embodiment of Adam himself…
Kerrick’s Thoughts on specific NPCs
Gwendolyn
Where are you, Gwen? You came to Waterdeep and vanished into its shadows, and I fear the city’s darkness may have claimed you. If you found refuge among the rebels, I cannot fault you. In such times, survival bears its own kind of honor. I only pray you escaped. That beyond these walls, you yet live. For the certainty of that truth, I would endure a thousand battles more.
Sekaroth
It has been some time since I last called upon Sekaroth. Foolishly, I believed I could leave him dormant, but today I needed him, and he answered. His fury was immediate, near overwhelming. He has not forgotten my neglect, for the flame is not a gift but a debt, and the interest grows with every swing of my blade. His anger seared through me; years of silence had only stoked it further. I know I will need his strength in the days ahead, yet I fear what will follow should I embrace him fully once more. Sekaroth’s blade is never easily wielded, and each time I draw upon it, less of myself returns.