Selected entries from Regulus Petraeus journal
1202, Winter
December 25th
This year the yield of vis was smaller than the last, but I was still able to receive 4 pawns. I opted for one of each element.
I intend to work on my Artes Liberales this season, and master the Greek alphabet. To that end I will practice by myself, and I expect to count on the occasional comments of Ioannes.
January 07th
Sofia arrived today, with a request for Maria Laskarina, and soon I was invited to join them in the council room.
It seems there is some kind of man-devouring beast on the village of Kritikakis, in the island of Ios, for many villagers have gone missing in the last weeks. Sofia heard the rumors and, thinking it likely to be some magic or fae creature (or worse, infernal) came for advice from Maria Laskarina. The Guernicus decided to mount an expedition and asked me to accompany them. We depart tomorrow on one of Polyaigos boats.
January 09th
Our group is composed by Maria, Sofia and me; Maria’s apprentice, Atalo; and a group of five grogs. We arrived at the village early in the morning and, after Sofia got directions from the locals, went to a house on the outskirts of the city. There a woman on her forties, eying us suspiciously (due to mine and Maria’s Gift as far as we could determine) told us that her husband, a shepherd, didn’t come home last night. We feared he was the last victim of the beast.
Taking one of his clothes I cast The Ear for Distant Voices , hopping for a clue of where he could be, but I was greeted with an horrible and inhumane sound of mastication that immediately made me puke. I’m afraid I’ve shown Sofia a weak side of mine.
We divided the group to facilitate exploration and after making a few more questions we determined were the man was last seen (which helped little). One of the grogs, Illias, disappeared for a few hours, and we feared the worst, but he returned after supper with a relevant information: a few people believe that the man was cheating on his wife with one of the woman of the village, a widow named Karia. This woman we couldn’t find, no matter how much we looked for.
These were the results of our search today; we will rest this night and resume our search tomorrow.
January 10th
Through several uses of spontaneous spells we were able to close on the general direction of the shepherd (or his mortal remains), and after walking through the better part of the morning we arrived at the foot of some hills were the trail went cold. No matter how many times I cast, we can’t find him. We suspect a regio, and since Maria can’t locate it with Piercing the Faerie Veil it means it is either a magical or an infernal regio (I doubt a divine creature would produce the sounds I heard). We shall keep looking.
After several hours I was finally able to see it: a dark and shadowy curtain in the air. After confabulating with Maria we decided to leave Sofia, Atalo and two grogs behind, while both of us and three grogs would enter. But not today, for the night approaches. Tonight we camp, tomorrow we brave into the darkness.
OOC Note: (Guideline 3, +1 touch, learn general direction and distance to target, requires AC.)
January 18th
We entered the regio on January 11th. Maria instructed Sofia to gather help if we didn’t return. I just kissed her.
It surely was an infernal regio. For a moment I felt the dark forces trying to wrestle the spell out my hands, but my cautiousness ended up paying off, I was able to retain control and sense the foul nature of the aura.
OOC Notes on the calc
Spontted “Sense of Infernal Power” , GL 2, +1 touch; rolled 0, +2 botch dice due to infernal aura, -3 due to Cautious Sorcerer (still must roll 1), evaded botch (would have botched if rolled all 3). Casting total 12+6+1-2 = 17, divided by 5 ends up with 3, just enough to determine the aura.
Not that we needed any confirmation. The earth was ashen, the bushes were sick and dry, the air was sulfurous. We gathered closer to each one and kept walking, with eyes wide open.
I cast upon myself Eyes of the Eagle and Wizard’s Sidestep. and Maria cast upon herself a few protective spells also. We moved carefully and slowly, and a few more spontaneous spells led us to a rocky hill, which we climbed without difficulty to find the horrific vision.
At the top of the hill there was a flat area, a stone table in the middle; perched upon the table a human, or at least a humanoid figure, clad in a red dress, it’s long hair to the waist, feeding on the corpse of a man. To me it was a hunchback figure with black, oily skin, long nails and pointed teeth, but later I found that the vision was more horrific to the grogs, for at first they saw a blonde woman with the mouth red with blood.
The creature become a cloud of darkness and horror, and I felt my Parma Magica protecting me from some infernal power. Maria Laskarina was also well, but the grogs immediately dropped their weapons and fled, as if their mortal souls were in peril (and they were). I used Wielding the Invisible Sling against the beast, only to see the rock I moved hitting it and falling down, my magic cancelled. Maria Laskarina was quick to cast Hands of the Grasping Earth , but the cloud couldn’t be bound.
The creature once again resumed human form, and came in our direction with a powerful leap, Maria used some kind of PeVi spell (Demons Eternal Oblivion I suppose) but the creature wasn't fazed at all. It lunged at me, who unfortunately couldn’t do anything, a sudden dizziness taking hold of my head as always happens when I cast, and only the Wizard’s Sidestep spared me from the gout of liquid fire that the creature spat. Maria’s spells continuously had no effect, and for the first time I saw fear in her eyes. Knowing it to be a bad idea I picked the sword that one of the grogs dropped and swung, hitting by nothing but a miracle, and felt when the body of the creature absorbed the attack as if made of metal. It lunged at me again, grappling me with a pair of strong arms despite the protection of my spell. I could feel it’s oily skin and smell it's breath, and when my ribs were on the verge of breaking it hissed and let me go, for what reason I did not knew at the time. Maria’s spells finally got it, stripping it of its might, and it screamed and run, changing into mist.
Maria screamed for the creature to come back and fight. Couldn’t she see it, floating right there? Then it struck me, she couldn’t. I mustered I all could and tried to spontaneously cast Demons’ Eternal Oblivion , once, twice, thrice… while I could still see the creature, until I passed out in exhaustion.
I woke up a few hours later, inside a Circular Ward Against Demons . Maria had already fetched the grogs, who were despairing while trying to exit the regio. All except for Akakios, the largest one, who had tripped and broken his neck while running down the hill. The two survivors had already regained consciousness and bravery.
I helped us exit the regio; Sofia and the others were still waiting, oblivious to what had happened. We returned home with Akakios body, and gave him a proper burial.
Later, Maria Laskarina told me about her suspicions: she thinks the demon we fought was a vrykolakas , a kind of infernal vampire which can cause insanity and fear. It is, however, incapable of directly hurting anyone born on a Saturday; that would explain why it let me go after it had me in it’s grasp. I suppose there are weirder ways to discover the day of the week you were born. It probably took the place of Karia, or one of her relatives, long ago, and had been feeding on the mundanes since them.
January 20th
We have rested. Maria went back to Kritikakis with a flambeau. I think they will set up a watch for a few weeks. The covenant should be protected from infernal influence thanks to our guardian, but the council has agreed that it is better if we refrain from exiting for some time. This works fine for me.
I have written several letters, to Perion, Erastrus, Valerian… I hope he can be bothered to read this one. Since Sofia will also stay with us for now, we are waiting for a friendly Redcap to come and gather them.
I’m also, once more, thinking about my shortcomings. I have nor knowledge nor spells to deal with demons. My defenses if I’m attacked are not bad, but useless against an enemy strong enough. I have no effective ways to help in combat. And of course, my missing arm doesn’t help. If I want to keep investigating I am bound to find more dangerous situations; I need to find someone capable who can protect me and fight with me. All of this must be sorted out sooner or later.
January 31th
I can’t sleep. More than once I’ve woke up in the middle of the night, my back cold with sweat, after dreaming of a dark hunchback figure bent over a corpse, it’s mouth red with blood.
My left arm hurts like crazy.
I can’t put my mind to read or to do laboratory work, so I’ve been translating my laboratory notes for The Enchanted Porter into laboratory texts. I should be able to manage three copies by March.
March 17th
Maria returned a couple weeks ago. She and a group of hoplites have destroyed the stone table inside the regio, and we expect that in due time, the regio itself closes. The magi will keep an eye on the village for a few years to make sure that there is no more danger.
She says that, between my contributions to the covenant and my help in finding the regio, I’m more than eligible to become a polites in the next tribunal. I remind myself that while Thebes is great, there are also dangers.
Advancement:
- Adventure: 7xp
- 5xp: Second Sight 1 (hermetic magic) → Second Sight 1 (hermetic magic) [5]
- 2xp: Intellego 12 → Intelego 12 [3] (1.5x due to Affinity w/ Intellego)
- Lab notes for The Enchanted Porter → 2 copies of lab text for The Enchanted Porter
- Vis: +1p Aquam, 1p Auram, 1p Ignem, 1p Terram
Design Notes: The Enchanted Porter is a lvl 15 effect. I can write down lab texts from lab notes at a rate of Latin x 20 per season → 80 lvls. Writing from middle of January to middle of March, that’s 3 copies. 1 is staying at Polyaigos, the other 2 are for me.