Dear Dream Journal,
Marble columns, austere architecture, pervasive repetition and consistent formatting. Remidon really gets how to administer a criminal justice system.
The council of the arch magi had brought my brother, Imildrak, to trial for his crimes against humanity. First they brought an expert witness on the stand who explained how evil acts shift the cosmic balance of good and evil gods. Both I and Milton gave what I consider to be a fair account of Imildrak's deeds. I got a little heated on the stand and revealed that a massive orc army was amassing at the eastern edge of Remidon. I called loudly for an execution by orc. My advice fell on deaf ears and I was dragged off of the stand whilst shouting and gesticulating. "Yes he's a monster, but he's OUR MONSTER!!!" Couldn't they see how a final act of redemption would be good for both the world and my brother's immortal soul?
None of the testimony that I gave was as damning as what Imildrak said about himself. Revealing the number of bodies he has raised to be in the hundreds. He also talked about 15 children he raised. I had assumed those were adult goblins…Nature never was my strong suit.
The judge was extremely lenient and sentenced Imildrak to a paltry 3 years in prison. A blink of an elven eye. I thought this was a huge win for him. He was apparently less enthusiastic about the outcome and he made his escape with a Dimension Door spell.
I was extremely disappointed with Remidonian security and decided to take matters into my own hands. I convinced the counsel to name me as the chief inquisitor in charge of bringing in Imildrak. They assigned 7 bounty hunters to this task. They placed a sizable bounty on Imildrak's head as well. I ported the bounty hunters with me back to Cradle. Skulk also accompanied us, but he disappeared before the orcs showed up for round 2. Coincidence? I think not.
I didn't think Imildrak would be able to make it back to Cradle as quickly as I had. So you can imagine my surprise when I saw his Raven familiar, Quoth. He bore a note for me asking for protection and promising to subject himself to the brand. Those terms seemed reasonable, however, the specifics needed to be discussed. I sent Quoth back with a letter asking Imildrak to parlay with me in Cradle so that we could come to terms. We are brothers after all, there is no reason we couldn't settle this with a reasonable discussion instead of a world shaking magical apocalypse.
Imildrak arrived at dusk, he was at the head of a column of undead. The bounty hunters wanted to immediately attack my brother, but I had invited him here to talk in good faith. It took some convincing but I got them to stand down…for the time being.
I told Imildrak that I could offer him protection if he subjected himself to the brand. However, I have to bring him back to Remidon for the brand. It isn't something I can cast myself….yet. I also informed him that he would be talking to Jubilya again as part of the council's terms. They want to rehabilitate him…or at least try, which is a noble goal. I do not believe that my brother is beyond redemption. He seemed less than enthusiastic about going to Remidon, we were exploring meeting at Duke Norway's instead when we were interrupted by the army of 1000 orcs. Night had fallen, the raid had resumed.
A heavy fog descended over the whole town. Manticore riders swooped down around town hall. An army of undead orcs knocked on the front gates. The assault on the front was a ruse, as we shifted forces to meet the assault the back gate was blown off the hinges by a crude explosive. Wave after wave of orcish infantry spilled through the gate.
Runt and I had both summoned elementals which were critical to the town's defense. Nocturne joined the fray with her potent magics. Abaraxia and the bounty hunters held the orcs at the wall. Imildrak commanded his undead hoard to defend the city. After slinging many of his spells he transformed into a T-Rex and started eating orcs coming over the wall until his concentration was eventually broken.
The orcs had necromantic magics that allowed them to control the undead that Imildrak had summoned. They turned a group of them on Abaraxia, but that didn't end well for the un-teds.
I discovered some sneaky orc rangers looting the temple. I chased them about on my flying disc whilst hurling firebolts and insults at them until I could retrieve my monogrammed towels. The orc hoard was being held back by my wall of fire in front of the sundered gate. The fire has gone out now and the night is dark and full of terrors. I write these words during a brief lull in the attack. The air is electric with anticipation. The calm before the storm.
Armed with many of my spells, a full compliment of 7 bounty hunters, and my stoned elemental I stand in anticipation of the brewing maelstrom. Let them come.
Though I wander through the endless night I shall fear no evil for the light of Rhollor is with me. The righteous shall be preserved, the wicked shall be cleansed.