July 3, 2014
Potchus Lague – Debriefing of “Vacation”
Was approached outside Council Territory on way back to Gurney immediately following temporary dismissal on grounds of “Worldwide Party/Vacation.” Despite seeming general mood of entire continent (rather cheery following destruction of Firsts), this man (older human, pale skin, gray eyes, dark graying hair) stuck out like sore thumb. Conversation was similar to as follows:
- Man: “Commander Potchus Lague of the Crusaders of the Organizational Council?”
- Me: “Yes? Who goes there? State your name.”
- Man: “Oh, apologies, Commander. My name is Edgar Soro, of Okime.”
- Me: “Well then, what can I do for you, Mr. Soro?”
- Soro: “I would like to cordially invite you to my manor to have a chat. I mean no harm or ill-will.”
- Me: “Do not lie to me. Do I have your word that you mean no harm or ill will…?”
- Soro: “You have my word.”
- Me: “Where is your manor, Mr. Soro?”
- Soro: “My manor is on the Okimean side of the Bawerstrom-Okime border, on a cliff overlooking the seas, as far west of the demonic quarantine zones as possible. It isn’t terribly difficult to find.”
- Me: “Unfortunately, Mr. Soro, I have some things to do and this is fairly short notice, but you seem like a reasonable man. Is there any way that we can correspond to schedule better?”
- Soro: “Oh, absolutely. My pet, Montresor, is overhead and will deliver any letters betwixt us. I will send for you in about a week. Is that okay?”
- Me: “That is entirely fine. Farewell, Mr. Soro. Ventue safely and watch out for drunkards in horseless carriages. There is a continental festival going on, you know.”
- Soro: “Oh, I know…”
Mr. Soro then smiled. Got shivers down my spine for some reason. That man is quite intimidating, but seemingly innocuous all the same. Returned on path to Gurney.
In Gurney, was entertaining slightly sickly children the other day. The disease wracked this place so hard. Even though most of the disease is gone, some malignance lingers. It has been three days since Mr. Soro’s invitation. His name sounds… Just a bit familiar. Not sure where from. Must be my imagination.
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This may be my last entry. Out of guilt and obligation, I shall be retiring from the command. I shall remain with the Crusaders of the Council, but become much less active.
I was entertaining the children on the day Mr. Soro’s bird was to deliver his invitation to me. I was happy to go. The condor swallowed me whole right out of poor young Binry Ablodi’s hands. Was in rat form.
When in the stomach, I felt the gastric acids bubbling up. I decided to wait until the bird landed before I turn back and get free from its digestive tract, while clinging as high as possible so as not to be digested by the acids. The scavenger moves fast, for when it landed, I turned free. This did kill the bird… Right in front of Mr. Soro himself. Discussion went as follows:
- Soro: “What in the hundred hells???”
- Me: “Oh my Spirits, Mr. Soro, I am so sorry…”
- Soro: “You killed my bird, my Montresor…”
- Me: “Montresor tried to swallow me whole…!”
- Soro: ”Well, I suppose as long as you are here now. Welcome to House Soro.”
- Me (looking around): “This is… A very large estate. Much larger than that of most Famardians. Very nice.”
- Soro: “Why don’t you get yourself washed up. There is a bath upstairs and there are wash basins abounding. Go get those acids off of your skin before you dissolve alive.”
- I went upstairs and did so. When I came back downstairs, this discussion ensued:
- Me: “I am so sorry again about your bird, Mr. Soro. Is there anything that I can do to allow forgiveness?”
- Soro: “This is going to sound like a completely unreasonable request, but please [holds out greatsword to throat, seemingly from out of nowhere], resign. You killed my bird; I can kill too.”
- Me (panicked, and without defense): “Okay, okay! Just put your sword down.”
- Soro: “Do I have your word as present Commander of the Crusaders of the Organizational Council?”
- Me: “Yes, yes! Just put the sword down and calm yourself. I did not mean to kill your bird; there was just no other recourse beyond death.”
- Soro (putting sword down, but nicking my neck a bit): “Certainly there are recourses beyond death, Mr. Lague. As Commander you should have done a bit of homework on those who left without honorable discharge. Now then, if you please: Leave my estate. I shall provide you with some fresher attire than what you are wearing, but no more. Please leave as soon as you are donning it.”
I left House Soro as soon as I was re-clothed. I don’t quite understand why he wanted me there, but I suppose I will never know.
General, Marshals, and Crusaders all, I do hope that if you are beckoned by such a person, that you keep to his good side.