Codex 11 for Tavi? (I kind of want to see ALL the Codices for Tavi honestly, that'd be a gold mine, but I'm gonna go with 11! For now! :-D)
(gonna start with this, since you asked, then I’ll go back to the beginning)
11. Your OC’s description of their game’s events
Heh, shit, where do I even start. I’m still tryin’ to decide if it counts as the worst case of wrong place, wrong time ever, or the exact opposite if I’m honest. First there was a storm that wanted to steal my soul, then I stumble on a ritual led by a man with the worst fuckin’ fashion sense ever. Whatever they’re doin’ knocks me out, makes me start hearin’ voices and seein’ things. So I push on for Gilded Vale, my original destination before all this fuckin’ madness started, hopin’ I can find someone who’ll give me some answers. After all, the local lord’s tryin’ t’ draw settlers, right? There hasta be someone who knows something.
There is. But she’s dead. But that’s okay, because apparently I can speak to dead people now. (I’m still kinda amazed Aloth wanted anything t’ do with me, considerin’ in the first twelve hours we knew each other I talked gibberish all night in my sleep, and then carried on a prolonged conversation with a fuckin’ dead woman.) So. Dead woman tells me I’m a Watcher, and I should go talk to this other Watcher, Maerwald, at Caed Nua. Head there with Aloth and Eder, meet Kana, meet Maewald, who’s crazy from being Awakened–good to know what I have to look forward to–he attacks, we kill him.
Still, manage to learn we hafta go to the temple of Woedica, which of course has been destroyed.Sneak in through the catacombs, use some trickery to find out at least some of what the fuck is going on with this Leaden Key group and their boss, Mr. Fashion Disaster from waaaay back. Check out some of their operations, sabotage as much as I can, ‘cause I’m a troublemaker, and they ain’t up to no good, messin’ with souls and shit. On one of these operations, find out Mr Fashion Disaster can overpower people’s souls and use their body, which obviously we hafta stop, even if his little ritual hadn’t fucked me over. In the meantime, I keep seein’ visions of him talkin’ to me like he knows me about some heretics, but I do my best to just… deal with it.
Doesn’t get real bad until the animancy hearin’, where he takes over an animancers body t’ kill the duc and turn the whole fuckin’ Defiance Bay against animancy an’ start riots’n shit. We find out from Lady Webb–shit, I didn’t mention her. Cipher who’d been helpin’ get me into the hearin’ in the first place. Turns out she knew Mr Fashion Disaster, or Thaos. But he killed her. So I had t’ learn from her soul where he was goin’ next so I could follow him.
I wasn’t that far behind him gettin’ to Twin Elms, but it was far enough. He made sure to block the way behind him, so if I wanna follow, I have to impress one of the gods enough they’ll help me get in the usually-deadly back way. I go with Hylea, ‘Cause I swear by her body parts enough I feel like I owe her that much. Also, it’s just clearin’ some dangerous pest from her temple. Can’t be that hard for seasoned adventurers, right? Wrong. It’s a fuckin’ sky dragon, who’s not too keen on leavin’. So we fuckin’ kill her, but it’s not easy. Get Hylea’s blessing in exchange for a promise, travel to the island that houses this back door, jump in this fuckin’ deep pit that somehow gets us where we need to go. Sun in Shadow. Sounds all dramatic and beautiful, but in reality it’s creepy as Hel.
This is where we find out the big secret Thaos is tryin’ t’ keep for Woedica: the gods aren’t actually real, and Thaos has been born multiple times with all his own memories and shit to keep that a secret. Considerin’ I’ve spoken to about… six or seven of em by this point, this comes as a surprise to me. But no matter what Thaos’ secret is or whatever, I hafta stop him stealing souls, and see if he knows how to work things out with mine. But he’s not cooperative when we catch him, so we hafta kill hi–real tragedy that–I destroy his soul–y’know, to be on the safe side, make sure he can’t come back to do this fucking again–and keep my promise to Hylea; use his big fancy soul-catcher machine to put all the souls back where they go. World saved, I can get a decent fuckin’ night’s sleep, and all’s well.
It’s a lot, ain’t it? And that’s without all the stuff I did for my friends, or the Stalwart mess, or the fucking gods-damned Eyeless. But those are stories for later. Or better yet, go pester Kana. I’ve talked enough.
