On some slightly crumpled pages of paper, there would be a small mountain of journal entries all written with pretty decent handwriting. Most of it is completely legible though on one of the pages there is signs of water damage The first entry begins as such “Hello whoever is reading this. If your name isn’t Piper Williams then stop otherwise you’ll be on the business end of my rifle or not if you’re sneaky about it. This here is a log of my trip to this Under Crypt place, working for some guy named Kane that’s promised us loot in return for helping with some matter down there. My traveling party seems mostly competent, I’ve met a few of note that seem interesting and worth adding to my list of companions but it’s too soon to say for sure.” “Most notably there’s this woman, Lorette. We met before and she was pretty open it now but it appears she can control objects with her mind as well as patch up people with her powers to a certain extent. Another notable one is Lyssa, a nova kid. She seems like a fish out of water on this mission but only time will tell if she emerges like a beautiful murderous butterfly or drops out the moment the chance arises. Lastly there’s another woman, dressed like a nun and seems to have an air of madness about her. Something tells me there’s a lot more going on there then she lets on but I doubt I’ll find out what on this journey.” “After a pretty un eventful night we gathered all of our things and departed on some reinforced military trucks. It didn’t take long for us to get under fire in the Purgatorian war zone and a few others and myself had to help shoot down some planes that were pestering us along our route. Thankfully nobody died on this leg of the journey though what came next was certainly alarming. When we finally reached the shore and were ushered aboard some boats, it became abundantly clear to me that we were circumventing the Ferry Man. I hardly minded since it meant I got to hold onto all my gear but unfortunately this route was also very dangerous. We were quickly beset upon by storms and even a Kraken though thankfully Kane had thought ahead. We lost several decoy vessels but we made it to a small island.” “I quickly began to familiarize myself with my traveling companions, Lyssa and Lorette. Siilvae, the nun I mentioned earlier seemed off put by all of our presences so I decided it would be best to give her space. I took the night to relax and learn more about my companions, one of which is on her way to becoming a Vampyr. Lorette explained it to me and the prospect of such a thing seems promising albeit getting the person she received it from to gift me with such a thing seems shoddy at best. Perhaps if I use my infinite pool of patience and some loot I acquire from here, I can receive such a useful gift as well. That is a goal for the future though as I doubt it will come swiftly.” “Either way I suppose that’s all to report for now, we’ll depart sometime this coming morning so I’d best get my sleep.” The first page ends there and is slightly stained with water damage. The next page picks back up pretty quickly with the same hand writing as before on much less water damaged page “It’s Piper again but really who else would it be. We set off from the island pretty early the next morning so I’m thankful I got my sleep. Siilvae was still being oddly distant so I think its best I limit my attempts at socialization with her. I am curious as to her nature but it is not worth poking whatever manner of madness lies underneath that mask. We traveled by ship a bit more, passing by some ruined fortress of some kind. Kane seemed to history with the group that once inhabited it but was not keen on saying what that history was. It didn’t take long until we reached the drop the captain of the vessel had told us about. We had to scurry about like rats securing things in place as to not alert whatever creatures lurked in those tunnels. The fall was a mix of terror and adrenaline as we plummeted down the current. Something ended up coming lose and we heard some kind of mournful cry that must have emanated from something huge. I couldn’t see but I am glad that I couldn’t.” “We landed abruptly in a crystal clear lake, hardly having time to adjust my eyes before we were moving swiftly onto some smaller vessels and made it ashore despite the playful water elementals best attempts at causing mischief. We started to make our way to Brightsborough, eventually coming across a split path and needing to send some scouts ahead. Both groups were attacked by my first taste of the UC proper, skeletons. They fell quickly to our combined fire power however, no one sustaining any real damage. What happened after that fight was odd. I felt this over powering sense of grief and regret, something that has been very much alien to me. Did I regret having to kill those skeletons? Was I angry that I’ve become so seemingly permanently jaded to the death I bring where ever I go? I don’t truly know. Thankfully the feeling faded before too long, whatever surge of emotions that possessed me leaving me be. Not long after we arrived at the outskirts of Brightsborough.” “Shortly after arriving and getting some supplies with Lorette, Lydia, Via, and Lyssa, we made our way to a library off sorts. I found it to be rather odd, run by this ancient grey who looked like he’d keel over any minute. Kane found the information he was after and myself along with several other members of the party found literature that should help us traverse these strange lands. Before we could leave the town however, some official, I think the mayor, told us that there were storms of Black blight coming so we’d be safer remaining in town for the night. Seeing how we didn’t want out flesh melted and eaten off our bones, we opted to follow that guidance. We made our way to the local tavern and got ourselves some drinks and food, as well as rooms for the night. Lorette, Lyssa and I formed an impromptu group we decided to call ‘The Fuckwit Tomb Raiders’. If this job turns out to be lucrative then I could see us taking many more trips under that banner.” “I ended up retiring for the night soon after that, and a few of my traveling companions took care of a rat problem for the tavern keeper. All in all today was a lot less crazy but I learned more of Vampyrs and what might await me if end up following through with my plans so it was not wasted.” And the second page ends there, the paper a little crumpled where one might’ve been holding it. It moves swiftly onto the next page, this entry a bit more blunt than the others “Welcome back me. Today’s journey was a lot more eventful however I quickly tire of one of my party members. An Analoa named Masina seems to take issue with every little thing and she feels the need to bitch about it every five meters. She’s been getting into constant arguments with Kane about one thing or another and I swear she’s going to make me shoot someone. Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself.” “The morning of our departure from Brightsborough was fairly standard. I met up with Lyssa and Lorette with Siilvae once more nowhere in sight. We left town quickly and the first hour or so of travel was uneventful until we came across some riders. I folded out my plasma arm and one of the people I was traveling with had some snarky shit to say about my being prepared. I opted not to jam hot plasma down their neck and kill them then and there, much to my dismay. The riders quickly revealed themselves to be hostile and we got to killing before that could alert their master, a Lord Brasit. One of the reapers was quick to deliver quite the painful blow to me and I made sure to retaliate in kind. Unfortunately it ran off before could eviscerate it and was cut down by another of my traveling companions. The small one seems dangerous, quick to get out of sight when we encounter danger. Should it come to arms with him, I would be hard pressed to finish him unless in one swift and deadly blow.” “I had to take a moment after the abominations we fought died as I could feel myself slipping up my friendly face. Thankfully no one seemed to notice or at least no one who has made it known. After everything was dead, the party quickly began to rag on Kane for omitting details on the highly sensitive mission. Bunch of dumb asses, is this their first gig or something? Masina of course was right there at the lead with their dumb little friend quick to hop on complaining about everything. Anyhow, he told us more about the optional second leg of the mission and of course I accepted. With the party finally satisfied we kept on moving and shortly after met a group of winged knights. They were led by a subhuman woman named Seraph Annual. After we confirmed that neither party meant the other harm, her and Kane got to talking. She asked that we check on her daughter in a place called Heaven’s Maw, seemingly where she’s based out of down here. She gave Kane a ring that would allow us entry and left with her knights shortly afterwards.” “Finally after one more trek through a dark tunnel, we arrived in Erebus and set up camp. Lyssa came to me in confidence and told me that she had doubts about her ability to perform on this mission. I did my best to assure her partially because I’d rather not have my companions under performing and also because she’s much more competent than she gives herself credit for. Not long after that Masina got into another screaming match with Kane, likely about something really fucking stupid. She annoys me to no end but I will refrain from saying or doing anything as to keep the party from turning on me or falling apart.” And thus ends page three, unceremoniously ending on a bit of a low note.