Songs From the Blighted Zone-Berit Angrin's journal May 28, 2019 20:57:00 GMT -5 Deva and Dr. Yuki Fukurō like this
Post by bree on May 28, 2019 20:57:00 GMT -5
A Hectic Start
I have a lot to be thankful for. My guitar is survived, No harm came to Splort, or Virtus, and i’m alive! Considering the events of our first night I couldn't imagine asking for anything else, but my blessings did not end there.
While the expedition sat recovering from the strain of reclaiming the camp,I enlisted the help of the Mayor in writing a little song. I soon found myself surrounded by new friends all wanting to help.
(Blight to Light for all who wish to hear it sung.)
Light to Blight
A pool of deadly function
Worshiped by men Blighted by sin
In our eyes defeat
Our cries for retreat
Minds they seek
To give to their god with fins
The Blight in their eyes
The Taint in the sky
The Expedition rally to the cry-
Of men prepared to die
With force of steel
And men with zeal
Our wrath they shall feel
Until all is returned to light.
After performing the song I had a moment to meet the other Thrannish. I have to admit I was a bit worried about how they would react to my history, but i knew it would be better to be upfront about it. Vrajh said that the Witches he is apart of are most likely the ones I was promised too, and even offered to look into what I could do to mend my relationship with them!
Things didn’t stay calm for long the very next morning we stumbled upon a shrine of wrath, and its demons weren’t far off. It seemed that both sides of the war have been taken by its power. The archaeologist suggested that in order to deactivate it first we will have repair it. Dr.Osmond (the one with the cute horns) decided to pray to his god for advice. Myself followed by the rest of our small group decided to help, and we all offered a prayed to our gods. I already had a lot to be thankful for so I asked Kesti for a chance to prove I was worth what I was already given. I feel as though my our prayers were heard, but i can’t shake this feeling that something more than kesti was listening.
That night the expedition had shared dream. I saw many die in this dream, and I myself barely escaped an encounter with what my comrades referred to as a “Dangerwhoop” which I promise are much more horrifying than the name suggests. The dream ended with myself, and the expeditions surgeon Lupo running through the field towards the cries of our allies.
After awakening from this dream I found solace in a song oddly reminiscent of our current situation, and the comfort offered to me by my new found companions. For those interested the Song is called Once We Were
Having seen the horrors of the Blight, and having heard how the ancient songs are used to fight it I decided to embark on the challenge of learning how the ancients used the magic of voice. I’ll have to thank Captain Martigan for offering to introduce me to the Khoghemic Tribes of Sulim as this will be the perfect place to start. To anyone reading this wish me luck!