I was knee deep in muck under what used to be the capitol city of the Red Hand, but now was just a rundown regular city of the Guard (apparently during my time away they moved the capitol to a new place, which makes sense because yeah bad stuff happened in the original capitol). I was alone of course because Donel apparently only wanted to break me out of the nut house, he did not want to go and do something nutty with me. I couldn't blame him, much like his decision to avoid Hanlon this was a decision borne of intelligence. Fighting human enemies was predictable, fighting what was left in the sewers was not predictable, it wasn't even adviseable, if I wasn't such an idiot I wouldn't have even been down there to begin with.
If you're a long time reader of my journal (something I think is inevitable though I plan on living forever so explain that I have no idea) you can probably guess what I was doing down there. Yes my necromantic spell to keep people out of the corpse of a dead evil god was going to cause that god to be reborn as something truely horrific. Look actions have consequences, but this was not completely my fault! How should I have known that a spell designed to murder people from crossing a barrier would build up a lot of evil magic that could be used to resurrect something? You're right I couldn't, thanks for siding with me journal reader.
My issue at the moment was attempting to find the right sewer entrance. Crazily enough I don't have a great memory for this kind of stuff and I wasn't exactly trying super hard (look I wanted to stop the apocalypse, but not with actual effort). I was looking down the wrong tunnel again when I spotted someone I wasn't sure was actually there.
"Trezlan you are truly an idiot." It was Hanlon, he hadn't abandoned me! Well for the most part anyway.
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