#dvoraak

[duskwatch-saberguard]

Nothing to see here... just @dvoraak having a little bit of fun taunting some some of his victims. Drawn by @nouvel-auberge/@eloquentspeeches

[sentinel-lovi]

Personal log:

To say that I am frustrated and upset is an understatement. The past two days have stretched the limits of my patience and yet I find it hard to truly be mad at the ones that caused it all. They were trying to help and I appreciate it. 

Apparently there was a little secret going around among those in my command to render me unconscious, abduct me, conduct an exorcism and rid us all of the fiend that haunts us. One would think it was a great idea and that we should have tried this earlier but after the results, I think we can all say that we underestimated our enemy.

During the casting of the spell, which hurt a lot by the way, we were all sucked into a nightmare realm much like the one we encountered back in October. Each member of the party was attacked by their own fears to the point that I think it will take time for all of us to emotionally recover. 

Even though no one is speaking with one another nor looking anyone in the eye at this moment, we did at least learn something of interest. The nightmare back in October was not caused by Talredan himself. Despite my hatred of the man, I have to admit he is innocent of that particular incident. It was apparently caused by the Faceless One, a woman under Dvoraak’s command that seems to power his little mind games. I’m pretty sure she is the reason he is able to possess me. I think if we take her out, we could weaken him severely. I’m going to keep this to myself for now so the others don’t get any wild ideas of charging in alone. I know from experience that that does not work very well.

[duskwatch-saberguard]

The Saberguard convened outside the necromancer Urghathoa’s crypt and  then breached it, fighting off hordes of undead abominations, many of which were made to eerily resemble ghastly versions of Saberguard members themselves, or of people they loved, making it all the more challenging to defeat these foes. They succeeded in rescuing Tar and Kaylie who had both wound up in Urghathoa’s clutches, and finally confronted the necromancer herself, who was Dvoraak’s second in command. After a difficult battle--won through a combination of teamwork, resiliency, and Urghathoa seeming demoralized--they apprehended her rather than killing her and imprisoned her near their headquarters, where they are preparing to question her. Afterward, a very tense First Officer Adheles turned on Kaylie, reprimanding and confining her to headquarters for having run off on her own when the undead woman was in a weakened condition, leading to her having been caught and needing rescue. Urghathoa’s capture marked the first major victory for the Duskwatch Saberguard against Dvoraak and his followers, but tensions are still high as the following days have begun to feel like a calm before the storm....

[seilune]

I hope you enjoyed story time at Aubade. We must do it again soon! I never got to finish my story after all. Don't you want to hear how it ends? ~D

Checking the mailroom of the estate had become quite the chore for the ambassador these days, for she never knew what sort of dreaded parcel might await her there. For the past several months, Seilune had deceived dozens of letters from an unknown address, signed only with the letter ‘D.’ Cryptic in nature and more akin to riddles than prose, they made threats on the safety of herself and others, and were usually attached with some accursed object that was morbid in nature.

It had become part of the woman’s daily routine at this point. Wake up, get dressed, and read a creepy letter. All part of a balanced breakfast. But while it was mundane, the receiving of these correspondences still put Seilune in diress, and after discovering that the little game her pursuant had been playing had been reset, she had even more reason to worry.

A scowl began to twist at her countenance the moment she set eyes on the envelope, apprehension pulling at her gut as she carefully unsealed it with a letter opener. What would it say? Would an object be enclosed inside? A finger? Hair? Shell? It could be anything.

With hesitance she slipped her nimble fingers inside, half expecting to be met by some foreign substance that would be offensive to all five senses, a faint sense of relief washed over her as periwinkle fingers took hold of the folded parchment from within.

Part of her didn’t want to read it, to instead ignore his little antics just this one time and for once start a day on a high note. But that would be too simple. Likely he would find out and then retaliate in some manner, hurting Lady Emberfury, Adheles, Loviattar, or the Le Chevals.

She couldn’t live with such guilt.

Glowing eyes swept across the page once it was unfolded, noting every letter, word, and mark of punctuation, an unamused hum escaping her as she finished. Quite the wholesome letter compared to most she had received, refraining from talk of torture and kidnapping, but the cheeky tone it exuded still managed to annoy Seilune.

“Oh, how coy,” she muttered bitterly, her lilac hues nearly rolling into the back of her head.

She walked over to her desk, commanding it to open with a quick wave of an arcane infused hand, and from within she retrieved a folder filled with similar parchments.

“In with the rest of them you go.”