>[!noted|no-title accent] ># [[Diletta]] >## [[Session 1]] >  >[!player|diletta normal-2 torn] Recap > ***DEA Report – 53/01/4361*** > It is my birthday today! I hope you didn’t forget. I wish I was home, I miss you already, old lady. It has been 160 years since I was born. This new calendar is weird. It feels weird being born so early in a season (the 8th of the 2nd). I don’t really care about the religious discourse about Étoile’s new pals, I just don’t think it makes sense to change the calendar, it’s dumb. > >   > > So! The ride was pretty uneventful, as evidenced by my lack of reports, but it all went to shit when I decided to feed myself. I had one of my rare appetites, but just my luck the ship was out of any of the nice looking food I saw them loading when I got on board a few weeks ago. They had freshly caught fish, which would have been great if it didn’t give me some kind of food poisoning. Do you know how bad fish has to be to make me sick? That was a hypothetical question, please don’t answer that in your paper. > >   > > The first mate; his name is Vindarr, he’s a tiefling. He did my “medical examination”, but seeing as he couldn’t even hold a scalpel upright, I managed to get by without him having to deal with my fun biology. Just went into a dining room where I assumed all the people who weren’t ill were sent. A vegetarian gnome, the chef, a pair of dark elves (apparently you don’t eat fish? There goes the fish birthday cake I was going to make you (joke)), and a pair of people who I quite like! > >   > > Absence: a cyan skinned tiefling female. Two sets of horns and split ears. Somewhere close to 6’10 or something. STRONG! Her left radius bone is fractured but she can swing a warhammer in her right hand with ease. Not much of a sense of humour but navigates social interactions with relative ease. She is a hematologist and knows her way around blood. A useful friend to have if I have to play with blood on my trip. She is from Gathil, with a noticeable accent. Actually made a joke about me fitting into Gathic beauty standards, so she isn’t all without silliness. > >   > > Izre Rusei: a firbolg with mint green fur on his body and black hair. A funnier man with high class taste I suppose. He was a merchant I think with some magical talents. Something of a bard; his words of inspiration seemed to empower my spirit and I saw him cast mage hand and some beams of energy. A very kind man. He politely asks plants to move out of his way and thanks everyone. Responded very well to figuring out what I am, even if his teasing led to a stressful situation for me. When asked where he’s from he said he has three answers and gave none. I’m not good with accents so I couldn’t place it. He uses a mage hand to carry his little box he calls a ‘camera’. Have you heard of this? It captures pictures of people almost instantly! He took one of me. I have what he calls an izreroid of myself. (fg. 2) I can put it next to that painting of me! > >   > > I like them both quite a lot. > >   > > The chef, a harengon fellow with an attitude insisted his food was poisoned and then Vindarr had us investigate it because the chef refused to let the ship move until it was sorted. Naturally the dark elves made for capable suspects, but I couldn’t see why either of them would. Later when we spoke to them the man, Elden, assumed we were going to place the accusation forward which I thought was funny. > >   > > Izre noticed something go into the storeroom, so Absence and I followed him. It was dark and pretty empty. We thought we were chasing a big rat until we met a little monkey! That’s so cool, I don’t think I’ve met a normal monkey before! He was a smart little thing that clung to this fancy golden lantern. He drew us a few pictures that were shockingly good for a monkey, his pen grip much better than mine. I know that doesn’t say much, but that’s impressive for an animal right? Right? > >   > > He drew a picture of a carnival tent telling us he’s from one of those. He also drew a picture of the ship under a storm with a sea full of dead fish and wiggly lines going up. After a few questions our simian friend made it clear they were tentacles. I had to sigh at that moment, because I really did not have the strength for a sea monster after that bad fish. Speaking of fish, we find where all the fish was kept. It was one of those new high tech boxes of ice you keep your specimens in, only this was full of fish. Never consider food in those things! Makes sense! > >   > > Absence almost immediately ripped one open and realised there was something wrong with the blood– as it wasn’t blood. It was ink. That’s why the fish was bad. I dissected one a little more carefully like how you taught me but I couldn’t find anything else interesting. Just a spleen, urinary bladder, swim bladder, a pair of kidneys, a stomach, a pyloric caeca, a liver, a heart, and a set of gills. I assumed it had a brain but I didn’t cut it open. Oh no, should I have? Whoops. > >   > > So it was clear a sea monster was inking in fish. Not cool. With not much else to gain from the storeroom we moved on (“We should get kraken on” Izre said, and I thought that was funny). I suggested we find some manner of druid to work with a necromancer to ask the fish what happened but truthfully I was not hopeful, however we did have half of that combination. Elden was a fresh necromancer and could speak with the dead, though not very well according to his… assistant? I didn’t ask what their professional relationship was, she is someone’s assistant, I know that. Elden was actually a bit of a tool, like the rest of those necromancers. Pretty racist, so I imagine he was peeved when the wood elf and Bazinga the Clown joined the Sisters and really didn’t like me being in the necromancy world. Also super misandrist, glad to see a male feminist know his place, I guess? Very old school for his age. The assistant was asleep most of the time. > >   > > We went to find Vindarr to ask him about the monkey and I guess warn him about the monster. We didn’t really need to, the storm was really bad. I was freezing, and I tried to cling to Absence as much as possible on that deck. Her infernal heat radiated quite nicely, I hope she doesn’t mind me clinging to her. You know fiendish heat feels different to ordinary body heat or fire (magical or otherwise)? It’s not similar to the heat of the Hells thankfully, but it's unique. I’ll try to get more detailed notes on it later, it depends on how close Absence and Vindarr let me get to them. > >   > > It was all hands on deck (haha!) keeping everything from flying everywhere. Izre didn’t do much but play music but it actually helped us get hyped and ‘lock in’ as he said. The youth have some funny slang, but I like that one. Lock in. Grey, I’m going to lock in on this trip! > >   > > It was all bodies on deck shortly after when the ship tilted. A few people fell off, but I kept my footing and shoved my scythe into the floor for Izre to hold onto. The ship balanced out shortly after, unfortunately that was because of the giant sea monster adjusting its grip on us. This thing was huge. I counted ten tentacles that flung people all over the place and then started tearing the ship in half. It was pretty scary, and the lightning wasn’t helping at all. I was actually really scared. I really could have died, and then… Well, I didn’t like the idea of dying so far from you, Miss. > >   > > Hitting it with my weapons, nothing was doing shit, its squiddy skin was tougher than Hells (At least I could make things bleed there). Last thing I remember was getting struck by lightning and then I was out. The strike was so sudden I didn’t even have a moment to feel like I was dying, which is a small blessing. Maybe God doesn’t have it out for me as much as I thought he did. >[!player|diletta no-title] >I don’t know how long I was out for, but I woke up on a beach feeling really rough. I almost want you to take my nervous system away again. (JOKE!!) > >  > >When I came to I had my scythe and journal but my sending stone was gone which made me… have a strong emotional reaction. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lose it, it had never fallen out of my pockets, I don’t know what happened. I had never been in a shipwreck either, but… I’m so sorry, ma’am. And I’m sorry for freaking out so much, I was wasting time that could have been spent in awe of my first glimpse of Elysêe. > >  > >In my search I found the dark elf girl, Mei, digging up Elden’s corpse. It looks like he sold his afterlife. I admit, it wasn’t easy to see. He was a dick, but he was so full of life before he was animated by Mei. I don’t know why I feel bad, his soul is long gone. The zombie was just some shambling hunk of meat and couldn’t feel anything. I didn’t even try to talk to it this time. > >  > >I also saw Izre putting an izreroid of him with the sea monster into his scrapbook. That was pretty hardcore how he got that during the storm. I wish I wasn’t being stupid and panicking instead of asking to see it closer. It’s okay though, because the monkey (His name is Finneas) guided us to Vindarr who was tied up in a net. Sounds like he made off with our shit and then was mugged by orcs. Full orcs, by the way! > >  > >Vindarr NEEDED us to get our stuff from the orcs because what they took from him was important and he said he would kill himself if they got off the island with it. Heavy stuff! > >  > >FInding the orcs, they were in some argument with MERMAIDS! From FAIRYTALES! The orcs wanted to take their pet turtle because it ate something of theirs and the mermaids really didn’t want to give it up. We all agreed to just jump the orcs because we didn’t think it was worth asking them politely for our shit back. Izre asked them politely anyway and they said they’d give it back to us in exchange for the turtle, but that wasn’t well received amongst us, so we got to business. > >  > >An orc with a moustache had a sack full of all our stuff and ran away so I focused on chasing him down. I pushed myself as hard as my legs and lungs could permit, but he was just too fast and I couldn’t close the distance. Izre followed for a little while and tried to shoot him down with his magic, but couldn’t keep pace with us. I could feel my lungs burn in a way that was actually quite nice initially, you know how much I love exercise, but then they were burning very unpleasantly while my bad leg was feeling really bad. I understood what you meant about my lungs leaving something to be desired. At a point I knew I should stop or slow down, but I simply couldn’t. That orc was so fast and he had my stone, so I pushed myself farther. Too far, I think. I believe I genuinely damaged my lungs in the endeavour (or damaged them more than they were already). > >  > >I started to teeter and stumble a little, so I figured I should start using my brain and fling a dagger at the bag to tear it open. If nothing else, the orc would have had to stop to pick everything up and let me close to enough to kill him. Thankfully he didn’t notice and kept running, because when I finally stopped I actually collapsed. I tried to keep walking but my entire body felt weak with the adrenaline no longer keeping me up, I barely had the strength to cling to my scythe to keep myself upright. Finneas, the smart thing, was following us and grabbed the stone for me, so I let myself fall over to catch my breath. It wasn’t easy. I was wheezing quite badly and I was feeling ill in my stomach. The pain rippled through my body and I went numb, though I still felt a very noticeable ache in my left leg. I was so exhausted, I couldn’t even take inventory of my symptoms, I’m sorry. I’ve attached my best report on the incident from memory and eye witness accounts from Izre and Absence. (fg. 3) > >  > >Absence nearly had to carry me once she picked up everyone else’s things left behind by the orc, but she just kept my shambling pace as I stumbled using my scythe as a walking stick. Finneas was mimicking me with a stick which was cute, so it was a fun time. I’m very grateful for finding myself people who treat me with kindness, so hopefully I get to keep them around longer. It’s okay if I can’t, I’m just grateful to have the experience as is. > >  > >When I made my way back, most of the other orcs scattered except for one specimen who was killed. A casting of thunderwave delivered severe trauma to the frontal bone of the skull, throwing his head with such force that it shattered his neck. Death probably wasn’t instant and he may have been conscious for a few moments as he was paralysed. Ultimate cause of death, severe brain swelling I believe. The full autopsy will be attached. (fg. 4) > >  > >The party had also taken the turtle and made him throw up what Vindarr was looking for. Some bluish orb thing called a keystone. Apparently it’s important. I also saw that Elden's animated corpse was killed, so his family won’t get much money from his afterlife work. I would personally fudge the numbers at least to a couple paid hours but I heard Mei is only allowed to feel bad for 15 minutes a day as per her contract and is taking that seriously. Girl needs to stand up, I think. > >  > >Mei was doing some little funeral rite for Elden by the book, actually following instructions. Never saw one before, it was pretty neat. Elden lived from 4310 - 4361. He was only 51, can you believe it? I’d argue that’s too young for a human, honestly. 51 years of life and maybe 15 minutes of undeath. Spent those 51 years being a dick too, what a waste. > >  > >I sat in the rock pool for a bit, it actually helped with my back pain. Not like the hot baths you’d run for me, but it was nice. Had a nice conversation with Izre, he’s curious about me but not weird about it. When I was ready, I took that orc somewhere quiet for my autopsy and while I was there decided I was due for a nice let of orc lungs. They’re certainly bigger than my halfling lungs, but I think I can squeeze them in. The lung capacity must be better. I’ll make a report after I test them out. Finneas watched my autopsy and extraction. He was a curious little monkey. Curious Finneas. He was actually following along quite nicely and asking questions (I think). He got the idea quicker than I did when you were teaching me, which is embarrassing. > >  > >When we came back Vindarr was yelling at Finneas for sneaking off with me. I tried to defend him but it seems the first mate was too furious at Finneas to hear me. Reminds me of when I snuck out that one time. He even sent him to his room inside the lamp (I guess it’s bigger on the inside). Reminds me of when you sent me to my coffin for sneaking out, haha. > >  > >Everyone was pretty concerned about what I was doing with the body, they thought I was fucking it which it gross. Absence was pretty serious about asking where I left it and stormed off to go do something with it. Maybe she’s fucking it? Gross, but I quietly wished her good luck trying to make it work with a limp penis and its released bowels and bladder. Maybe a hematologist knows how to get it up in a corpse and also had a think for bio waste. I dunno, it’s not my place to judge really, I’m just gonna trust what she did made sense to her. I don’t think she actually fucked it, by the way. But I’m prepared for that reveal if she did. > >  > >While she was having her turn on the corpse, Vindarr and I cooked dinner. We only managed to forage some fruits and vegetables, but I think I did well with our ingredients. It was quite nutritious for what we had, but not much worth writing about. I wrote a recipe and attached it anyway. (fg. 5) I didn’t eat anything of course, I never got around to throwing up that fish so I’ll be okay for a while. I did drink some tea Izre made, it’s really good. I’ll try to get his recipe and attach that too. > >  > >I told Mei I too am an assistant to a necromancer and gave your name. A mistake. She really loves your work on flesh golems. Very interested in the new one you made. “Wow, it’s so complex! It can write simple sentences and talk back to you! Who knows how far the technology can go! Maybe archiving or food preparation!” No concept of a soul to her. Ugh. Thankfully she’s not very bright and didn’t catch that she was talking about me. Izre did and teased me a little. He’s a funny guy, I regret being mean and telling him to stop talking like that in front of Mei. > >  > >I tried to check in during dinner and report on the crash and my delay from New Dawnhold. What we weren’t told before this research trip was that divination magic doesn’t work very well here in Elysêe. I tried anyway. I have no idea how much you got, but all I got back was: “– Okay? We – aasimar in – Be safe.” You were interrupted by this nasty fuzzy noise that crackled too loud to catch everything you said. What was that about an aasimar? In New Dawnhold, I assume? I suppose that’s where I will find them. Thank you for telling me to be safe, Ms. Grey. > >  > >Tomorrow’s agenda: Test new lungs and write report, begin journey to New Dawnhold, work on report on Izre’s tea, try to stand closer to the tieflings. >[!noted|accent no-title] >Attached are an izreroid of Diletta standing awkwardly in a dining hall, a report on “The Sprinting Incident", a full autopsy on the ork, and a recipe for Elysee roasted mango and vegetable >[!player|diletta torn no-title] >Fig. 4 >![[Ork Lungs]]