Two more updates. The NecroWare storyline seriously crossing over now to the Raben/Reika story:
One blog entry from Josh Brauer titled "Idea dam." Anagram = "I am dead."
We have finally found respite in this strange land. I had known the moors to be a dangerous place; but I had not known this first-hand. My last entry was interrupted by Reika shouting at me, and as I emerged from the caern we had made camp in, I saw why.
We were beset on all sides by every manner of walking dead. Twisted, vile creatures writhed and moaned as they lurched towards us. Some had been stitched together to form unholy abominations, while others were just pitiful folk who had not been permitted the blessed sleep.
I had learned how to fight these creatures when I trained at Elgaud, but I had never met them in battle. Their sad gurgling noises frayed at my nerves, but I summoned my energies and hefted my sword. I could not tell how many there were, but my training taught me to fight the enemy in front of me before fighting unseen ones. With a shout, I entered the fray.
I would like to report that I had laid waste to the unbreathing horde, but this was not to be. I cut many of them down, but their numbers seemed to be ceaseless, for each body I returned to the ground there were three to take its place.
I lost track of Reika, but she had evidently ran back into the caern. When I finally found her again, she was wielding the bloodletter. My anger welled up inside of me, but was soon surpassed by awe: the sword was especially effective against the undead. Whenever its cursed blade touched a zombie, the thing fell to the ground instantly, shriveling up as if the sun had baked it. Reika cut a gory swath through our enemies, and I have to admit to being struck by her beauty as she waded through the sea of claws and teeth. Perhaps this is why the vampires would not attack me in Stensia.
My rhapsodic episode would be short lived; for no sooner had I witnessed the gruesome effectiveness of the weapon, than a huge rotting fensnake darted towards her, took the sword in its panoply of teeth and slithered away like lightning. I felt the ground beneath me shift as the object of my quest disappeared in to the night.
No doubt we would have been overwhelmed, but for the kindness of Geralf, a young man of these parts. He ran to us waiving a torch, and the undead seemed to be dazzled by his sudden appearance. He has taken us back to his manor house and given us shelter for the night.
Father, I fear all of this has been in vain. I pray that Reika’s knowledge of the blasphemy under Thraben Cathedral will not reach your ears too late.
Raben
95th of Hunter’s Moon, Ava. 719
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96th of Hunter’s Moon, Ava. 719
I almost lost Raben’s sword. It was pure luck that we got it back. As
always, everything I do is a failure. Have my mistakes marred me
forever? Do good men like Raben look at me and know what I am? My
shame feels heavy and endless, like a yoke I will never be free from.
Despite the uncertainty, I am more hopeful than I have been in ages.
If I help Raben, perhaps the church will forgive me. Perhaps I could
be reinstated as a cathar. I see the way Raben looks at me sometimes.
But then he quickly looks away.
Perhaps once we have completed this task, I will be worthy to hold his gaze.
I love this, everything is starting to tie together. Wonderful how she doesn't mention how the blade was recovered. I wonder if these letters will ever be complied in print after the set is released.
I have taken to wandering the cathedral grounds at night. The other students gather in the Buttery, but they do not like me. I wish Raben was here, but in the end he did not seem to like me either.
Tonight I will investigate the ash garden.
Reika
38th of Harvest Moon, Ava. 716 Twitter.com/brauerjosh
Gisa is the black magical necromancer, while Geralf is the Blue alchemical necromancer? Am I getting this right? Yeah kinda feel sad on the tragedy of Reika and Raben.
That letter was released the same time as the 5th YouTube video suggesting that Reika is a Cloistered Youth. Whether or not she'll turn into an Unholy Fiend and Raben will be forced to kill her remains to be seen, although that would be an appropriate Horror Story ending for her.
A new Josh Brauer blog post. "Agenda aid" = "Dead again"
Deposition of Reika Eberhardt
Taken this 98th of Hunter’s Moon
In the year of Avacyn 719
By Cathar Adept Raben Amsel
It was near the 40th of Harvest moon back in 716. I had been sent to Thraben Cathedral after completing my training at Elgaud at the beginning of the year. I had grown tired of the sterile routine of the place, and I began wandering the grounds at night.
It was on such a night that I noticed a man walking behind one of the ruined statues in the ash garden and not emerge as expected moments later. I went to the statue and could not find anything suspicious. I then noticed that the stones at the statue’s base had been moved recently, and it was underneath them that I found the passageway.
The small tunnel went down for a ways, then leveled off and went in a direction that I believed to be straight towards the cathedral. I crept along cautiously, since the whole place felt cold and unnatural. When I came to the tunnel’s end, I saw a huge chamber that looked like a natural cave. I could hear water but I did not see any.
In the center of the chamber, I saw nine men wearing robes. They were surrounding an altar and chanting in a language I did not understand. One of them raised a dagger, and brought it down quickly. I then heard a scream. I became very frightened and ran out of the cave.
Two nights later I returned. The men were gone, but I saw the fruits of their labor: several weapons, carved out of a type of silver I have never seen.
I swear an oath that these are my words, and that they bear the truth.
101st of Hunter’s Moon, 719.
Time is not measured by days, but by who we were when it passed us.
I write these words yet I do not know why. What is the purpose? All that I know has been an illusion, I have built my house on a pile of stinging salt.
Is this real? They say the dead dream too. Perhaps I am dreaming.
If I am dead, then I am haunting these pages with the truth. If I am alive, the truth will haunt me forever.
Where to begin? We arrived in Thraben yesterday, and I bade Reika to wait in the narthex while I gave Jofridus the sword. How strange it is to write his name now.
He touched my brow in blessing, then took the cursed sword and set it on his desk. I then told him I had far worse news, and that he should hear it from a witness. I called Reika into Jofridus’ chamber.
Those were the last minutes of my former life.
She walked through the door, and from the look on her face, I knew that something was terribly wrong. “YOU!” she shouted, and before I could react, she lunged across the room at Jofridus.
I expected him to be surprised at this sudden attack, but he looked completely unshaken, as if he expected it.
“I saw you kill that woman under the cathedral!” Reika was shaking with anger, as she took Jofridus by the shoulders and began shaking him. To my astonishment, Jofridus grasped her by the throat and threw her to the ground as if she was made of paper. How could such an old man display such strength? I would soon find out.
I made a step to intervene, but it was a step too late. Reika jumped back up and charged him. Jofridus calmly removed the sword from its leather wrappings, and thrust it through her belly.
I still do not know if the scream I heard was hers or mine.
I will not write anymore tonight. I would pray, but I’ve wasted enough breath.
I think I hear them coming. Perhaps I will let them find me.
Raben
No...This makes me sad =( I was really hoping for Reika. I liked her as a character, and they just pulled a Slobad on her D; "And then she walked in and shouted and died" but hey, Raben is developing as I would like him to~
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No...This makes me sad =( I was really hoping for Reika. I liked her as a character, and they just pulled a Slobad on her D; "And then she walked in and shouted and died" but hey, Raben is developing as I would like him to~
Well, Innistrad is kinda land of possibilities for the dead, so we still can hope for her spectral version or, depending on how the things turn from here, for the spectral verstion of Raben. Or maybe both of them, Tibor and Lumia style. But then, we're talking about neo-style storyline here, so expecting to see anyone as legends is really, really hopeless task.
I'm happy to take the story as itself. I wouldn't mind if none of these characters ended up in card form, because I'm still enjoying the story on its own merits.
K.R.'s wife came to see me today. She says he was taken by the militia last night. They have him in the stocks outside the River Barracks. She will plead to the Master Cathar this morning. So far, she does not want me to intervene.
Please notify I. B. and Whip. I will arrange for a food package to be delivered to the barracks.
Watch yourself, friend.
A.R.
Twitter.com/brauerjosh
Had anyone else grabbed that yet? From Savor the Flavor today, letter of the week.
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Wow the story is really getting good. I'm assuming Jofridus is a demon, or has made a pact with demons.
Skirsdag cultist, is what it sounds like, or maybe a prominent leader thereof.
I can imagine the desire for the sword, though. Demons <3 blood, and the sword could be either a regular supply of it for said demons, or they'd want it for personal use (same end result).
Yep yep~ Everything is pulling together, which is very cool. I still that you come to find Geralf really isn't a bad guy, rather pleasant in fact, with people
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I have heard unbelievable rumors about you. I am loath to listen to
idle chatter, as you know. But I am concerned about you. I heard you
were accused of theft. I refuse to believe that you are capable of it.
There is a man at Thraben Cathedral who I consider to be my father.
His name is Jofridus, and I urge you to seek him out and ask his
counsel. He will be able to help you with this matter.
I am sorry for the way we parted. I should have answered your letter.
Of course I consider you my friend, Reika. But I have pledged my life
to Avacyn and serving the church. I cannot let anything distract me,
or I fear I would fall, once again, into ruin.
Your friend,
Raben
57th of Harvest Moon, Ava. 716
Category: Undeliverable
Signed: Master Hantsen, postmaster of Thraben.
Solmancer - Well, he did invite Raben and Reika into his home, put them up for the night, and they left unscathed the next day...
LotU- That makes me sad =( She never got to see that he still card and had faith in her, until the very end where he led her to the very man who had done all of this to her, and who then killed her.
This story is making me so sad for her =*(
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One blog entry from Josh Brauer titled "Idea dam." Anagram = "I am dead."
A sixth auto response email from [email]Marinthalauth@gmail.com[/email].
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Extendo-Sliver
Master of Death and Taxes
You really can't get away.
I've tried.
EDIT: This probably stems from the fact that I actually know a Reika
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Well, Innistrad is kinda land of possibilities for the dead, so we still can hope for her spectral version or, depending on how the things turn from here, for the spectral verstion of Raben. Or maybe both of them, Tibor and Lumia style. But then, we're talking about neo-style storyline here, so expecting to see anyone as legends is really, really hopeless task.
I would love to see Reika as a malevolent Geist, like Saint Traft <3
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H,
K.R.'s wife came to see me today. She says he was taken by the militia last night. They have him in the stocks outside the River Barracks. She will plead to the Master Cathar this morning. So far, she does not want me to intervene.
Please notify I. B. and Whip. I will arrange for a food package to be delivered to the barracks.
Watch yourself, friend.
A.R.
Twitter.com/brauerjosh
Had anyone else grabbed that yet? From Savor the Flavor today, letter of the week.
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I can imagine the desire for the sword, though. Demons <3 blood, and the sword could be either a regular supply of it for said demons, or they'd want it for personal use (same end result).
Past Ruminations
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- Kaladesh
- Zendikar
- Rise of the Eldrazi
- Alara Reborn
- Innistrad <- Personal Favorite
- Dark Ascension
- Avacyn Restored
- Theros
- Return to Ravnica
- Tarkir
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Past Ruminations
Links are broken, will fix in near future.
- Kaladesh
- Zendikar
- Rise of the Eldrazi
- Alara Reborn
- Innistrad <- Personal Favorite
- Dark Ascension
- Avacyn Restored
- Theros
- Return to Ravnica
- Tarkir
LotU- That makes me sad =( She never got to see that he still card and had faith in her, until the very end where he led her to the very man who had done all of this to her, and who then killed her.
This story is making me so sad for her =*(
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"I **** out meeker."
Smite, Hike, Route, Seeker (random words that have promise...)
I got nothin'. Maybe something to do with a place or name?