Imagine my distaste for teleportation, previously mentioned, multiplied tenfold to express my irritation at our surroundings. I was set upon a mission, only to find myself distracted.
Vanessa’s botched attempt at teleportation has brought myself, beautiful Erima Ward, her shadowy companion Isis, and the diminutive abberant sorcerer Finkle Flashbang to this place. Upon the entry, awaiting us, was the sullen half-breed warrior woman Ulkraga. We had been summoned to deal with the Eye-Tyrant of Karnas’ trash. The devils infesting this structure are to be shooed from the place like pigeons disfiguring a town square. And Vanessa and Victor Sightbender were nowhere to be found.
To be honest, I scarce care about these creatures infesting this land’s interior. A nation of undead elicits little concern from me, only disgust. Devils might dwindle their foul numbers down a bit. But since we are ambassadors of good will, and notably called heroes among our kinsfolk, we’ve been enlisted for this task. All at the price of interrupting my mission to find out what Minister Roget was up to at our home of Fallscliff. No good, to be certain.
I feel that we were very close to discovering whatever plot Roget heads in Fallscliff. Or at least I was. I have the distinct feeling that this conveniently-timed call to duty has something to do with distracting us (or just myself, as I seem to be alone in believing this Roget to be a greater threat than his smiles and handshakes lead others to believe) from the path I had set us upon. And if that’s true, then probably those that called us away have something to do with that as well.
Still, we are here and I suppose I should focus upon the now. And getting myself and my companions out of all of this alive. But these suspicions still nag at me.