VirMons Journal

From Arsmagica

We're here, and it's worse than I'd imagined. Everybody is dead. Magi murdered by some unnatural beast, there remains missing, but the spirits of their slain turb accounting for them as slain. The others are nervous, questioning the value of remaining on such cursed ground. There is a mystery here, and I, for one, won't leave until the magi's murderer is brought low.

My sodales are an odd lot. Lacramidia comes across as a frightened child, yet her ambitions are enough to give archmagi pause. Leona is so consumed by her beastial nature that she refuses to speak in humaniform. And Halla.. the fay have always given me the creeps, and she partakes very strongly of their nature.

The task before me is not an easy one, but I gave up any hope of such when I took up the mantle of Quaesitor. Much remains to be seen, but one thing is certain - we need to gain the ungrudging acceptance of the Tribunal as a fully acknowledged covenant soon, so that Lacramidia's term as our nominal leader can be ended. We're going to need unhesitating, rational leadership if we are to prevail. Perhaps it is hubris, but I cannot but think that I am the only one who is suited to providing it.