Session 73: Curiosity Cursed the Kobold

Being blind is terrifying. My entire livelihood depends on seeing what I'm doing. My craft, my artistry, the only thing I have left to live for would be gone.

Fortunately the Captain once more proved that the Foundation was right to watch him by curing my blindness like it was nothing. I let my emotions get the better of me, both while blind and after it was cured, and I must make sure to keep those under control. I can't let myself get too attached.

The meeting went well, (as well as these boring things can go anyway). I acted as a liaison so that the rest of Fortune's Vanguard who lacked clasps would be up to date on what was going on. Apparently, all across Tulsa Aria, countless pinpricks of light were witnessed in the sky. This phenomenon lasted for aprox. 2 minutes before the sky went dark once more. Unfortunately my sight was robbed of me at the moment, but apparently it was so bright that light could be seen through the heavy stormclouds above our current location. Maklus assumed it must have been something this group had done out here. I don't blame him. The power these people wield is immense, and they don't even seem to realize it??? Of course they're going to suspect workers of miracles...

Later on we decided as a group to take a closer look at that journal that was found in the walled facility. Cleis Frostclaw, who picked it up before I had a chance to look it over (I tried to warn him!!!!) was acting strangely possessive of it. I had my suspicions so opted to sit and listen and only take quick glances. I kept my lantern trained on the book, watching the dancing magical signatures to see if I could confirm my brewing hypothesis. Milu Soma, after reading intently, reached the conclusion that this book was a work of fiction designed to keep the reader reading, noting certain writing techniques he used himself in fiction. Finally, after studying the book, I came to the conclusion I feared, there was more to this book than simple preservative magics, it was cursed, and it was hiding something. But fool that I am I didn't think to suggest separating it from Cleis.

Later that night as we rested, licking our wounds. We awoke to strange sounds. Movement, a door opening, howling wind. and then nothing.

Cleis was gone.