Search for Answers

3 months in meditation. 3 months of searching, of prying, of seeking any glimmer of hope.
... Have I really found nothing?
The city is as bad as it has ever been. Its history has shown its decline, it spirals towards decay and fire. There is no hope for its return. The guilds will soon make their moves, each vying for the power, to fill the gaps left by those who stood for justice, for the right, for the ideal. The gaps beckon for authority, for those who seek to rule, who seek power, control....
...and there are too many who want to fill it...
Will the guilds fight for it... share it..... will there be a war in the streets, or a juggernaut of diabolic cooperation we will never be able to overcome...
....do they even want too..
The though shook him, an event the now Elan did not experience regularly. He had spent countless hours dedicated to searching out these individuals. He had held hopes that they would combine to be Zarcharis' reckoning.
...my faith in them wavers...
Hernando was a lost cause... he knew it would not be long now before he gave in to his selfishness...
The Hood... his decisions may have caused more harm than good, and his desire for the big picture seems lacking.
Zorah... he knew her past was dark and dangerous... but unfortunately... it had finally caught up with her... as it always does. He just needed to figure out why....
Evellyn... one of the few party members who he did trust, and pitied. Her eyes were awakened, but the truth is not kind. She is weathering it well... but for how long?
Kirsi... her moral center seemed to be rekindled. He could only hope she would be more proactive in her fight against this city's decay
Grim... his resolve is founded in the Queen, he could only hope that their plans continued to stay parallel.... but these voices... these temptations and now the vampires.. There is a dark force in this city, and it has set its sights on Death's very soul....
...we are outmatched... and we cannot hope to stand against these odds, these forces.... we stick our necks out to far in this city now, and if we are not ready, they will take our heads. We are unraveling at the seams....
                          ...... how can we be ready?
The question plagued him, and so in his desperation he sought he decided if hope could not be found, it would have to be made. And so he made a plan... he chased an old legend and he enlisted his only friends to help him...  failure at best meant a bitter struggle, at worst death or imprisonment.
But success... could mean everything