Olladra, sometimes I wonder why I chose you to worship. Goddess of Luck, they call you, and you certainly fit the bill. But I sometimes question the luck you send my way. Don’t get me wrong, I welcome surviving the wreck of the Jenivere and enduring my time on that accursed island, Smuggler’s Shiv; if that had not happened, I would not have met my friend Dadak. The trek we took far across Xen’drik was also full of good fortune (though I’m not too happy about what happened in Kalabuto). Finding the location of Saventh-Yi in a few short days, when adventurers have been searching for it for millennia, was also fortunate. But when you “drop” me in the middle of a parley session between the Emerald Claw faction and what I assume to be the ruler of the Charukai here, with a companion who is bent on eradicating any ape it sees, you make it hard to accept “luck” as something to be gained.
Still, my group prevailed. Our old companion from Smuggler’s Shiv, Sasha and her group The Emerald Claw, has retreated back to their camp and this overgrown, six legged monstrosity lays dead. It was a glorious fight. Leif rushed the closest dire ape and I followed him deftly while Sasha and her companions (Chivan?) retreated from the room, their plans of an alliance dashed to bits. I danced to the other side of the chamber and stuck another dire ape. The gorillion stood little chance after Dadak called flames down upon it and Leif and I closed for the kill. Now all that is left is to search from some well-deserved treasure I’m sure is laying about.
Seeing that every creature we’ve encountered in this section of Saventh-Yi seems to be an ape of some kind, I think Dadak and I are going to have a hard time holding back Leif from slaying any he sees. It took some convincing, and a bit of a Bluff, to get Leif to let the other faction leave; the charm spell they put on him was benevolent enough, I made sure of that. He has reasons for hating the apes, though the specifics are a bit hard to get out of him. Oh, he’s eager to tell us, but his slow, elongated speech takes a bit of concentration to understand; I’m sure it’s the same for him – he still calls me “IymKreshton” from when we first introduced ourselves. I gather his eons guarding that demolished tower outside of Tazion has dulled his wits from inactivity. Either way, I have no doubts that Leif will continue to follow my lead in respect to the other factions; his hero worship of me is understood and I try not to take advantage of him by using it.
Dadak seems wary of the Emerald Claw and he seems to have given up all trust in Sasha as well. I expect that we may need to sabotage and cripple their camp in some way before they steal the glory of being known the world over as the discoverer and tamer of Saventh-Yi. He’s already made a sortie or two against them, and now them showing up in audience with the gorillion shows they are committed to exploring and conquering. I would welcome one less faction in Saventh-Yi. In fact, I’m sure if we showed up at the Pathfinder’s camp with the journal we found the first day here, they would listen and accept my – our – offer to team up in an assault.
With a little luck, the secrets of Saventh-Yi will be mine.