Notes to Demon-Hunters:
· Never underestimate the zeal of a clergyman.
· Where there is poison, there should be antidote.
· Splitting up is a bad idea.
· Healers are a wonderful kind of people. Bring some.
· The mages go in back, except when the back is the front.
· Bone is harder than bread.
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And so the Hunt has come and gone, and I am once again at work. I have learned a few things from this, that all future expeditions should take under consideration. Above all else: Be prepared for poison. If we had antivenom on hand, much would have gone differently, and we would not have had to retreat so soon. Venice Craven's field manual is a valuable resource, but it fails to provide detailed information on several species. "Volume One." I should have kept that in mind. Perhaps I will end up writing the second volume.
Despite the wounds suffered by our party, I would have called the whole affair a success, had the Temple Guard in our company not thrown himself at the horde with such energy, and end up splitting our group in two. No doubt energized by battle and the strong performance he had already shown, the man ended up getting smashed by a creature no one saw arrive. If only he had stayed back in the first place, we never would have been split up, and...
No. I should not blame him -- I am the one that gave the order to follow, and for others to stay. Foolishness. He would have returned if we had stayed together. Next time, things shall be different. There will be rules.
But it will be hard, getting others to agree to a next time, after the last.
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The streets of Telantha are infested with vermin. The battle at the gate drove them out; the fires that swept through the refugees' hovels forcing them out of their homes and forcing them to find new ones. I see rodents everywhere now, in places they have no right to be: bath-houses, the hospital, eateries and inns. Most people ignore them. I exterminate them. Until the King appoints a man as Head Ratcatcher I don't suppose there's any reason for me not to. It is, after all, my job to maintain the public order.
Far worse is the human vermin. Content 'till now to pick the pockets of the poor and steal from refugees, criminals of all sorts have crept out of the slums to prey upon the city proper, just as the rats have. I find myself running to keep up with them.
So many murders, madmen replacing madmen even as others dissapear (the Rat) or die (the Fury). So many robbers. Desperate, picking pockets in front of my eyes, robbing from my house, holding up the Lady Zarika Mao before an entire ball filled with noblemen and their guards, they seem to give no consideration to the consequences of their actions.
And when confronted with those consequences, they lie. I know they lie; this does not anger me. What angers me is the absolute indignation that possesses them when one has the daring to call them on their lies. They act as if it is their RIGHT to steal, and that questioning them is the crime, itself.
I met with trouble recently, trouble that forced me far from Telantha. I returned to find my home, already robbed once, now picked clean. I found a man wearing some of my possessions, and they had not even been stolen by him. Thieves seem to prey upon one another as surely as they prey on the righteous.
The man who stole them is now in jail. That is more than I can say of many others. They seem to worm their way past justice as surely as they worm their way into people's closets and purses. I fear my days of lenience may be over.
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