Mique's Out of Line
We…I attempted and interception of what seemed to be a messenger party headed to Naporia, but as I was in the middle of gaining information and forming some even ground between the soldier the rest of my companions all jumped them. it was a mess to say the least and unprofessional at worst. I have little hope for our rebellion if we can't even take hostages without turning them into fish or traumatizing them.
During this event I did see a side of Maiqu that throws his loyalty and thoughts into question. What is he here for?
I intend to ask him a few things during our trip to Naporia.
I wonder if he has ever killed someone?

Journey back to Grewhawk
It seems that Oddo Rand's note book was destroyed by the foolishness of Hope. but I have no time.
My own selfish desire is to track down the duke and his men to bring them all a swift judgment. however my efforts are needed elsewhere.

I now ride by the wind heading back to greyhawk keep however there are a few stops in my way.

Three spies have been ordered back to Old tree, I have been tasked to intercept them.
There is a shipment of gold headed to our enimes. I am to intercept it and take the contents without harming any of the escorts.
I must also turn in the bounty for the necrotic beast we slayed.

Visions
I…it happened again….bodies as far as I could see under a starless sky. I could here myself, mocking my choices. and on the horizon. I saw it. that thing. it was twitching uncontrollably.
blood covered the marsh floor as I fell to my knees. all I wanted to do was close my eyes. but I couldn't, it wouldn't let me. The moons and sky turned red as I felt it. towering over me. the same great crushing presence. I felt it burrowing into my mind but I dare not look. the reflection in the blood was more then enough to drown my soul.
I was there what felt like days, maybe even a week. on my knees, unable to close my eyes. I just started at the reflection of the great stretched maw reflected in the blood.
Then as if from a dream I felt the warmth of the sunrise. I blinked and the nightmare vanished instantly.
My steed still by myside seeming confused. after collecting myself I mounted and headed back to return to my group.

Hopes New book
Its seems at least the gods are watching over one of us.
Hope has recreated the dukes journal and what's inside is quite concerning indeed.

It seems Narkul has Returned. 2000 years ago I was part of the team that banished him. I wonder if he remembers me?

There were notes about some sort of thing that would solve the problems of the outlawed races. I don't like this one bit. By the way its worded it sounds like something being made or Developed. I miss having my team to rely on. But its only me and these less then proficient comerads.

Dallas
The old fool still seems to be as spry as ever even after going into retirement. Something seems off though, I am not sure what.

Hope
The cleric is oddly suspicious of me, it will be her downfall looking for problems where there are none. She is naive and has yet to experience a proper war.
Even after having a personal talk with Hope she refuses to trust me it seems even after she said she would. if this continues I will have to prove myself with blade rather then words.

Riza
Her primitive nature and loud mouth are quite iratating, so why can't I keep my eyes off her? Could this be….Desire?
Despite her somewhat strange habbits she has proven reliable at not doing anything out of line. which is more to say then a few other members.

Merric
He seems far to passive for the situation he is in however he dose seem to have a grasp on it and himself at least. I trust him above the rest for sure.
Merric has proven himself once again, although turrningone of our hostages into a fish given his circumstances it was the correct thing to do. He also seems to trust me far more then our other members even helping me acquire the bag og gold that Maiqu refused to return and that trust should be returned.

Miaqu
At first the tabaxi seemed well informed, although not suited for war I could see his reasoning, however after the incident on the road to Naporia my trust for him wavers heavily. I do not belive he is here for the good of the nation anymore, perhaps a more selfish desire? more malice filled, this was strengthened by his refusal to return the bag of gold I had acquired going as far as to threaten violence before giving it up. after last night and this I do not trust him, he must have an alter motive.

He seems to think of our situation as a stage to perform on. I find it highly uncooth to say the least. However misguided his good intentions are they are still good intentions it seems.

I left my glaive at the grave sights of my friends. I wasn’t able to protect them with it, Hopefully it can at least watch over thier rest.

Kilvar: Buried in the cemetery at Ferrabreeze.
Kilvar was reduced to charcoal at the hands of my sister. He threw himself to protect all of us, what remained of him we buried and lay his shield over the grave. If it wasn't for his sacrifice we all would have lost our lives that day.

Rozie: Buried in the cemetery at Ferrabreeze. I still remember despertly trying to bring her back, but it was no good and I understand why. After learning what we had done none of us would be willing to return. I carried her body all the way back to the others. I don't even remember the journey.

Bryn: Buried in the Cemetery at Ferrabreeze. Luck had to run out eventually for the twins and when it did it cost Bryn his life. A tragedy to be sure but it could have been avoided if I trained them better perhaps. The death has severely affected his sister. She is not the same, nothing but sadness and revenge swirls in her eyes now.

Grit: Buried in the Cemetery at Ferrabreeze. Grit's remains were to dangerous to bring out of Exiles. Teaming with the Virus I had to purged the flesh and bring back the bones only. I don't know how deep the livion virus crawls but hopefully not to the bone.

Seril: Unknown, last time I saw her was during the invasion of Nabilhime. I have been back a few times to try and find her body but no luck. It might have been completely destroyed.
There is an empty grave with her name next to the other members in the cemetery at Ferrabreeze.

Parker: Good ridinace. The stain on our names is to be chained to a broken cross and rot at the hands of the great old ones in the depths of the darkest deepest great oceans for all eternity.

Sarren:

Lucky: Unknown, last thing I herd was she went to live and work near the royal city of Reton. I haven't seen or spoken to her in many years.

Alister: Last I herd of Alister he was in prison. Not for anything drastic it sounds. More expolsive accidents. I am not sure exactly where he is but it sounds like he is in Oxtrad somewhere.

Jin: Jin told me she was heading to the south of Breton to do her best and help people. That was some years ago.

Red: Red Stayed behind at blinding spear's base. It seems like he wanntef to research and compile evidence. I have only spoken to him once after we dispanded

Eryn: I don't know where she is and I highly doubt she will want to see any of us ever again, especially me.

Before I die, I wish to make a difference in this land. Not a tragedy but a miracle. I wish to rule this land and write the wrongs that have been done.

The Beholder trio that invaded my home thousands of years ago, I will not rest until they are dead under my blade.

I wish to atone for my crimes during after the war, as leader of Blinding Spear I accept full responsibility for the horrors we sewed even if it means put to death or worse.

The entire noble bloodline of the nobles in Reton deserve the same trial and will stand beside me at judges door.

I want to find my creators, the great giants of Nabilhime and find out what I was made for.

I wish to leave a legacy, one of law and one of blood. A Nobel cause of Heros to watch over the land of Reton when I am gone and a child. After all this I don’t know if I will be fit to be a father but I want to give it a try.

I thought I could handle it, it has been so long I thought that the memories may be buried deep by the other wrongs I had done. How wrong I was.
as soon as I saw the prison cells something deep inside me started to curdle.
I tried my best to ignore it, constantly asking questions with the warden, trying desperately to keep my mind off what was rising. I naturally asked the warden’s name to make him seem more human to me, but all he said “you may call me quartermaster”
my mind snapped to a sight from the hellish pit of dispair, the same thing my old wardens said, and almost as naturally as people breath I repeated what I said in the depth of Stowjaw “I guess I am called prisoner?”

My mind started its desent as I looked around seeing the red stained metal of Stowjaw. Chained to the cross the red hot lashes melting my body as they slashed. I kept asking the warden questions trying to show myself that I was no longer there. I was in a normal prison cell for a simple crime and would be out in a day or two. I even asked multiple times to play my favourite game to keep my mind off the horrors flooding my mind.
Eventually the warden stopped responding all together, the silence was deafening as I swear I herd those familiar mind shattering screams from that great maw in the distance. I picked up a bucket nearby and started dragging it across the bars to make some sort of noise, to drown out my own screaming memories.

How I wished I could sleep, drift off and let those memories fad into black, even for a moment, maybe it would spare my suffering. But alone, I sat in that cell. The nights are long indeed.

Sunrise came and I almost cried out in praise to the gods, However I highly doubt any God would listen to my praise. I found myself shaking quite badly as I looked around, all I saw was Stowjaw, the red stained bards, the stench of death and misery. Me sitting in the same cell I was in for 631 days. I saw the warden get up from his chair, but he looked as the wardens do in Stowjaw, faceless creatures of flesh and iron. All I could mutter was “am I free to go?”
I don’t actually remember the response, everything from there is a blur, I don’t know if it was real or replays of my memories, I broke down the bars and cleaved the warden in two. The next thing I knew was real was Maique graving me by the arm as his voice faded into existence. Standing over the body, the first mortal I had killed since I put Grit down all those years ago, covered in blood I did as Maique requested.

Nabelhime, Where it all started

The years between

Stowjaw, How my fate was written for me

Blindign spear, My wish to attone, yet it only sealed my fate

The ashlem war, Dogs of the military

After the war, the line i crossed.

Guiding spear, my foolish desperate attempt for absolution

The land of Exilis, something bigger than I.

the wandering between, that beholder, those adventures that saved me.

Duke rollos death, failed again.

The rebelion, a glimmer of hope

the Bastared trail, my sins attoned and judged, yet there is still more work to be done.

my exile,

Something happened on the boat, i remember sceams then darkness, the next thing i knew was on a beach once again.

(shots of flames or ruined scenery) Zyllis and Sarren,

Meeting again after an unspecified time has past.

a ruined town or similar setting

(SHots showing Rubilax and Sarren looking over at zyllis)

Rubilax is there too on Sarren's side

trying to reason with Zyllis, Sarren firm and cold while Rubilax is more pleading.

Zyllis seems more beast than person, unresponsive breathing deeply

Zyllis follows seemingly opposite paths of the richous Paladins and the eldritch Warlocks, He keeps the two in balance within himself but such a delicate balance can easily be upset.

Prayer:
Carnivor, will you come consume me.
Take away everything I am, bring it to an end.
Make me fall, make me bleed, go ahead and change me.
Carnivor, would you come digest me.
Who I am is not good enough.
Take away everything I am, go ahead and change me.
I won’t go to my grave, until a difference is made.

Paladin Oaths: Tenets of Vengeance

-Fight the Greater Evil: Faced with a choice of fighting my sworn foes or combating a lesser evil, I choose the greater evil.
When presented with a choice to deal with smaller problems or the big problems Zyllis has sworn to target the big problems first. In his eyes cutting the head off the snake will kill the body. larger problems create smaller problems so logically the largest problem should be dealt with first.

-No Mercy for the Wicked: Ordinary foes might win my mercy, but my sworn enemies do not.
enemies that have directly betrayed Zyllis's trust or hurt those he was to protect are number one targets, Traitors to him, Traitors to others, Abusers of power and the like are meant to be purged from all existence, He has an unhealthy lust for revenge but then why else would you follow such a oath if not?

-By Any Means Necessary: My qualms can't get in the way of exterminating my foes.
-Restitution: If my foes wreak ruin on the world, it is because I failed to stop them. I must help those harmed by their misdeeds.

New Oath for what I desire
Who I am is not who I have been. This darkness is not my home. It will not take my soul
I swear I will save every innocent life I can. I will single handedly face down ten thousand soldiers and more to save the citizens of this land if I must.
I will bring lords to their knees! I will bring kings to their end! Nothing will stand in my way anymore.
I will atone for my sins with the rest of the nations leaders standing in line with me at the hang man’s noose only after I have rought destruction and ruin to their corrupt way of life.
my blade will rend the heads of all who stand in my way. My enemies will cower in fear in my presence.
I will be an unstoppable piercing javelin of hope and justice to pierce any gate that blocks this land’s people from true freedom.

I don't think We will win this war.
Even if we succeed with the coming battle with Reton's army. The rest of the clongoerment will flood our borders just as they did after the ashlem war.
I know the truth of the demonic portals. Maybe I can offer myself as the one who opened them. And free the rest of this nations people.

As the lightning bolt pierces through Zyllis’s core he sees everything disappear into a red sky. The same as before. He’s been here once before.
In the flames of Nabilhime he was taken and in the streets of Naporia he has returned. No sign of The Old one known as the crawler but this is its domain. A swirling vortex of terror and insanity yet it was strangely….calming.
“I am a coward.” He said to himself. “If I had stood my ground, things would have been different, but…the thought of…..urg “

He saw himself opposite and upside down. It began to speak as a back and forth insured between the two.

You already failed
But I’m still here
Not until I say
You do not command me
So who does?
The people
You do not care
I can’t die here, not now
You already have
Not here!
Then Where? When the job is done.

The other Zy cracked up laughing as it’s body malformed twisted into the pit fiend once known as Valefor. A cruel tortured creature that only knew death and destruction. It appeared wherever Zy looked. It’s voice like the hot lashes of Stowjaw.

Look Down boy, look at your chest. It’s been damaged, the clock has started and when it’s up. I will rain fire upon this world

Zyllis did as said. The lightning bolt score a direct hit at his core. The clay around his amethyst core was damaged, that could be fixed but the large amethyst itself was cracked. Dread gripped Zyllis. “So it has”

Zyllis looked around again, Valefor never leaving his vision. “Where is is? That thing?” It will be here soon enough, come let’s play a game while we wait. It’s your favourite no?

Valefor’s crawled closer as a large chessboard slowly phased into existence filled with pieces.

The chess pieces were all carved to symbolise something related to Zyllis. Desires and dreams he had such as ruling the nation free, people he held close such as the members of Blinding Spear.

You have already lost so much, how do you expect to win? Your precious soldiers are either dead or scattered. Your dreams slipping through your fingers. As Valefor spoke pieces on Zyllis’s side started crumbling to ash. Pieces representing what he had lost. He had been left with less then half of his pieces as Valefor made the first move.

Your new found friends have no idea what they are getting into. I will enjoy watching as they are crushed bellow Covania’s feet. You never got to tell them did you? What a shame Valefor’s head twisted as it let out a shrill evil laughter.

Zyllis looked at his board. Sarren, lucky, Alister, Red, Jin, and himself on the board. His desire to lead Reton, his desire to have a child and find love. A few other things, but he noticed his crimes. Why were they here and not on Valefor’s side?
“The game isn’t over. I’m still here to win.” Zyllis moved a piece.

Valefor moved another piece
The clock has started, in a year or two I will break free.
“Not if I die” Zyllis countered with another piece moved on board
Valefor laughed again The crawler won’t let you, remember the deal. It brought you back to finish a job. And in over 1000 years ou haven’t managed to com0lete it. WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN DO IT NOW!?

Zyllis looked cautiously at his crimes piece. He picked it up to examine it and noticed Valefor was quiet, for the first time in a long time. This was the key. He placed the piece down in a new position.
“The punishment for having a hand in the Ashley war is surely great. I still have 6 witnesses that will testify against me in the highest court of Mor-Thir. I will have attuned for my crimes and carried out the job I was brought back for. I was the one that aided in the opening of the portals. I alone will claim responsibility for the Demonic invasion”

Valefor looked confused before laughing once again. As if anyone will believe you. You don’t even know if you will get out of this situation alive, it’s a fantasy! A stupid fantasy! You will die in some hole like you are now and when you are buried and forgotten about I will bust free of your chest and rain ruin upon Mor-Thir

“Maybe so, but it’s worth a try, and even if I fail the task I have done I’ll be carried out and I will be free too pass on in peace. Even if I have to suffer for eternity I will have paid my dues “

What are you planning? Really?

“Justice”

Is the mission a success if you left behind even one of the people you were meant to save? Zyliis and the other former members of blinding spear have made some huge progress to the freedom of the outlawed races however all they can think about is thier faliure.

So what now?
the thought of staying and continuing the fight has crossed everyones minds and been discussed but the reality of the situation far out-weighs the personal desires of the few of them.
reluctantly they have all agreed to leave, With a week to pack their things and set plans in motion.

The plans
Saren has to get as much of his research moved in the little time they have.

Jin needs to collect the stuff from her medical centre in grewhawk, but it isnt much

Alister can help Sarren, He doesn't have much in the way of personal posestions ave the few things he left at blinding spears base.

Lucky can also help Sarren, Lucky has nothing to her name other then a very close friend in Covania who she will have to say goodbye to

Zyllis is going to make a few contacts and leave some notes for the rebellion

They intend to meet up In ferrabreeze on the last day of their deadline to say goodbye to the other members and head out on a ship distend for the other land.

Hold yourselves high. Today we walk as symbols, not soldiers. What we have done may not be what we had hopped but for many more then we know it means peace