Since my last entry, my life has been turned completely on it’s head. I’ve gone from monster-slaying vagabond to fullblown landowner and partial leader of a rather large guild. This sense of community is, admittedly, something that has been missing from my life for some time. My order back in my world was largely splintered thanks to commoner paranoia, with only three or four members left. But this guild stands strong, with connections to well established factions all throughout Osterra.
However, these changes do bring complications. We’ve only just barely managed to fend off a plague brought about by a demon. While Black Sky is proud to be part of curing this epidemic, it still worries me. Brennan clings to his amulet, never letting anyone near it. He’s become isolated and delusional, fearing that everyone is out to steal his amulet in some way. I will be keeping a close watch on him.
Ser Cenneric has hand picked me to be a member of an inter-faction coalition of demon hunters. I cannot lie, demons are as far beyond my expertise as it gets. Griffins, vampires, kobolds? Those I can hunt in my sleep. But demons? In my world, demons are nigh immortal and love nothing more than to prey on mortals wishing for far more than they deserve. But I have to cast my own misgivings aside. Osterra needs a professional, and I plan on giving them one.
Ive attempted to negotiate a peace treaty between The Order and ourselves. We seemed to come to an agreement, but this requires consulting my fellow guild leaders. I fear Garon will vehemently disagree, which will once again put us directly in The Order’s sights.
Life in Osterra is strange, and beginning to be a little dangerous.