A Dance with a Demon I took a breath of fresh air as I took my first steps off a ship in quite some time. I had never ridden on one before, and the firmness of the ground beneath my feet reminded me I would not be looking forward to riding one again. Even so I didn't have the slightest bit of regret when it came to coming to Haven. A colleague of mine had sent me a very disconcerting letter about a man named Harven Redoran. Then shortly after that very same colleague disappeared. Following his letter all I knew was Harven was heading to Haven with the foul intentions of selling a demonic book written in abyssal.This was absolutely something my morals would not allow to transpire unabated! Yet when I had finally arrived I was at a total loss. My head was light, and I was fading somewhat in and out from the trip. Looking around all I saw were peasants and beggars except for two strange men. I figured I had to start somewhere. Striking up conversation I quickly came to learn the names and dispositions of these two men. The first was a Tiefling by the name of Marokin. His personality was about what you would expect from one of his kind, and before we even finished our introductions he was already making obscene comments in my direction. The other though was an elven looking man by the name of Syvil. Syvil lived up to his namesake, and proved to be quite a bit more civil than his companion. Before long the two told me of the Blue Sashes, and started me off towards my first real lead. They took me to the Tipsy Mermaid which ended up being another scene entirely. This run down inn was complete with a caged woman in front of it, and an eight foot tall man named Oswald running the place. Despite it's rough exterior though the Tipsy Mermaid was a kind, and warm place to visit. It was here I was able to ask Oswald if he had any information on Harven Redoran, and before long he had a messenger bringing me a stack of ship's logs with new arrivals to the city. Before long I was buried head high in books. Immediately I began searching page after page looking for the name I had in mind. I knew that if I didn't make sure he was hunted down no one would. Luckily for me it appeared Harven wasn't the smartest of men I've ever hunted. After looking through the pages only a short while I found his name, and the location of where he was staying. He had arrived a week prior to me, and was staying at the Silver Inn. Knowing this couldn't be overlooked I immediately took my full story to Oswald looking for help on my noble quest. Luckily my beseechment was not in vain, and Oswald's goals aligned with mine. The Blue Sashes needed money, and the mage circle in town had a habit of sealing away magic artifacts. If the book was brought back he could sell it off to them for a profit. Of course I didn't fully trust these mages either, but in dire circumstances it was necessary to chose the lesser of two evils. I chose Oswald's ploy for money over the unknown intentions of Harven's patron. With that Oswald called upon others from the Blue Sashes to form a company to hunt for this book. There were of course the two men I had originally met Syvil, and Marokin. Then there were also two new faces. First was the Sharleen, the woman from the cage. While a bit of the crazy type she seemed handy enough with a sword. The other was the noble lady Aurelia who we needed to even gain entrance to the establishment we looked to visit. And so with everyone in tow we finally managed to head out looking for our mark. Unfortunately the inn itself didn't end up giving as many leads as I would have hoped. Syvil managed to do some scouting around, but the rest of us just seemed to waste time in the inn. After about an hour or so of that we eventually left the eatery, and met back up with Syvil to follow his trail. He had been tailing one of the men who he had overheard speaking of the book. Before long we were following their trail through the dead of night. Eventually it led us to a small bookshop where things got much, much worse. Deciding we needed to act Marokin, and Sharleen attempted to "persuade" the book keep to let them in. As part of the process they blew out all of the candles and gave him a chance to escape to his secret basement. From there the fugitives used the book to summon an ancient evil from the tome's foul pages. Smoke bellowed from the secret door, and before long I was coughing a lung out trying not to choke. Then I began to hear a voice all to familiar. "Lydika!" It cried my name. I looked up to see a demonic figure covered in the encroaching flames, and growing ever stronger. Limping away, I managed to get to the edge of the smoke filled house where the rest of the group pulled me out to safety. Looking onward we all saw what stood before us. A monstrously large demon, and a house burning in red flames. Without sparring a moment the creature took to attacking Sharleen, and Syvil. It was then we knew we had to muster up a counter offensive. Lest the creature slay us all. Seeing Syvil's wounds I drew upon the demon's magic, and turned the evil forces against it. I cast a protective dweamor upon Syvil protecting him from creatures derived from evil and magic. Meanwhile Syvil began casting divine rights upon the creature. Not long after Marokin, and Aurelia began casting their own suites of spells upon the beast. Finally Sharleen joined Syvil in taking point to attack the creature, somehow enveloping her sword in holy flames. Marokin's spell proved temporarily effective at holding the demon's feet back, but alas it took the chance to cast a deadly fireball upon three of us who were clustered too closely together. I let out a cry of pain as the heat singed my flesh, but somehow managed to maintain my ward upon Syvil. Right after the creature burst out of the house, and began to bear down its full weight against the holy paladin. Luckily though are combined efforts proved to be quite effective. With Syvil, and Sharleen hacking at the beast it slowly fell into disarray. Eventually Aurelia stepped up, and fired 3 missiles of pure magic into its chest. It appeared this spell was the breaking point for the creature and it burst into a cloud of angry fire beetles. The beetles hissed as the fire burnt atop their shells, and we brought our full might against them. It took, but a few more moment for the beetles to vanish into the wind, and the house fire along with them. Finally it seemed the dust had settled without a single member of the company meeting their end. Though the bulk of us were scathed. I could still feel the burns across my face, and a few other members from the company were also wounded as well. Syvil in particular seemed to have taken the brunt of the damage. Regardless he came over and used a type of healing magic on me, only to make me realize the internal wounds of the encounter. I wasn't sure what, but something changed inside of me when I drew upon that foul creature's magic. It was like a sting of fear and anger boiling underneath my veins. Yet it was a feeling that would have to wait. Our job was not yet finished. Walking into the charred remains of the house I followed the others through the secret passage that led to our villain's lair. It was even more awful then I could have imagined. Human skulls lined the floor, and an alter to all that is evil and unjust sat at the forefront of the room. The entire place felt twisted, corrupt, and inhuman. Lying empty though was a small place for a single tome; as was the room of any people outside of the party. The two had escaped down a sewer hatch with the object in hand. With a great sigh I quickly realized our chase had come to an end for the night. Across the rest of the room we did manage to find a few other interesting objects. A corrupted sword, a chest full of gold, and odd gems to either side of the alter. As the rest of the group argued over spoils I warned them against looting from this evil place. After a bit of back and forth to a more experienced mage by the name of Ulric arrived to help discern what should be done. On his advice Syvil, and I headed off with the cursed sword to Lodge of Lightbringer. The blade needed to be purified, and it seemed the rest of the goods would be safe to leave in the company's good hands. With that done we set off to get the blade purified, or contained. We met with a cleric there named Cain who quickly ushered us down to the catacombs. It was here that the remains of a few holy beings remained, and it was here that the blade was to finally be tamed. Calling down a sage by the name of Brother Oswald, Cain made quick work in getting things solved. The sage spoke of many things, and when he was finished he took the blade for purification. Opening the casket of the tomb he stabbed the sword into the body of a divine being. A great earthquake was felt in response to this action, and splatters of blood made their way about the room. It was then only after he removed the blade did its true form finally take shape. Purified, and no longer unholy it was, but a blade full of magic and wisdom. Brother Oswald then ordered the two of us to leave with the blade, and to tell no one of what had transpired. The sword would be required for the future. Finally on the way back to the company Syvil told me of the swords. He told me that they were ancient weapons crafted in The Mysts. Though even he didn't know that much about them, but he knew that they would be required to defeat the horned king. What or who the horned king was he did not know, but the fact that it was a great evil was unquestionably true. Gathering the blades was the only way to stop this evil, and as such our quest was of the utmost importance. Nodding at Syvil's words I agreed to keep our night's journey as silent as necessary. Finally the blade took on a rusted form, awaiting to show itself for a worthy wielder. It was here the night ended, but for how long the gods only know.