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Report for Quest: If You See Something, Say Something> > >
If You See Something, Say Something
Objectives:
- Sponsor: Adventurer's Guild
- Location: Scribel Region
- Required Level: 1
Scribel City relies on civilians to maintain public order.
- Observe something suspicious or noteworthy.
- Report your findings to the guild.
Please report sightings of suspicious people, monsters, and other concerning intel.
The guild will assemble a task force to investigate and tackle the threat. Rewards:
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- Points: 50 EXP
- Money: 0-30 G
- Other: n/a
Sponsor: Adventurer's Guild
Name: Randell Stephenson
Quest Information: Earlier today, I had been working with an alchemist known as Simon Dyeheart. (source) For the past three days, I had been working with him as an assistant in order to gain access to the Alchemist Guild's equipment. For the sessions we had been working together, I had been asked to help making potions. I had previously thought that he asked my help because I was an aspiring alchemist, but now I sure that isn't the case.
Today, while I was helping him, he had me helping him make a sleeping draught. Going over what I did, I didn't make any mistakes when creating it, but somehow, it blew up in my face. Dyeheart seemed concerned at first, but then he grew irritated and after I remade the potion, he had me leave. It seemed like he was upset over me making a mistake, but after thinking it over, I began to suspect something else. I believed that he may have been intentionally trying to drug me, but it failed due to my unusually strong resistance. For what purpose, I had no idea, but I intended to find out.
Later that night, I returned to the potion shop. The shop was deserted but the door was unlocked so I quietly let myself in. I intended to creep into the back to see what Dyeheart was doing, but then I crossed the trip wire. Gas filled the room, and even my resistance was not enough to overcome its effects.
When I woke up, I was tied up and secured to the ground. Most of my clothing had been removed. Dyeheart was spouting something incomprehensible about other beings in some kind of chant.
Partway into doing some sort of ritual, Dyeheart collapsed with his hand clenched over his heart. I believe he may have suffered from some kind of heart attack partway through. I can only thank my luck for this. After a few hours I was able to extricate myself from the ropes, grab my clothing and items, and return to the guild. I don't know what he was doing, but it was highly suspicious. I do not desire to return to that place, but I would recommend someone else investigate the scene.
I'm not entirely certain why I had to lie to the guild, but I felt it was necessary. They wouldn't understand my feelings. I don't understand these feelings. I shouldn't be feeling anything like this.
And yet...
When I woke up after being drugged by Dyeheart, I heard him chanting something. I was only able to hear the ending part of it, but the words were enough to send my mind reeling. They were not of any language I had ever heard before, but somehow, I felt as if I knew what he was saying. He was speaking of the Outsiders and asking for the guidance of the one referred to as the Dream. He asked for it to grant him more time in exchange for the sacrifice he would be making.
Then he took out the dagger and plunged it into my stomach.
I screamed.
He continued to recite his ritual as he stabbed me again. And again. And once more.
The marks left by the blade have left a permanent mark, even after they've been healed by a potion. Somehow, I don't think they'll ever fade.
And then the world fell out from beneath me and I knew its presence.
I saw the Dream.
It saw me.
And I knew fear as though I had never known it before.
I was the ant before the boot, the fly before the swatter, the lamb unto the slaughter. And though I knew I was about to die, and though I knew no one would ever find where I went or how it happened, I had a simple fleeting thought.
A crazy, childish thought.
I wondered what kind of potions I could have made out of bizarre monstrous god such as that. I wondered if one could capture that which cannot exist within the realm of understanding. I wondered if I could kill that concept to harvest it for parts.
I felt the new world I had found myself within pause.
And I felt a deep mirth born of some unknown reason emanate from the monster.
I awoke suddenly, screaming. The ritual room was as it was when I had been awake before, but Dyeheart had collapsed. The knife he held was laying on the floor, still covered in my blood.
I think I may have spent an hour trying to recollect the pieces of my shattered psyche, and when I did, I decided that I needed to leave.
The bonds that held me before broke away rather easily. I noticed that my stomach had healed and I decided that I needed to clean myself up immediately. I collected my clothes and gear, took Dyeheart's dagger, still covered in my blood, and left the scene.
I lied to the adventurer's guild not because I wanted to hide the information about the Dream. No. I did so because I wanted to hide my feelings about the monster.
It was so beautiful it might drive a man insane from desire. It was so disgusting it might make children vomit at its sight. It was chaos incarnate, a contradiction given form.
I think I'm in love.
And yet...
When I woke up after being drugged by Dyeheart, I heard him chanting something. I was only able to hear the ending part of it, but the words were enough to send my mind reeling. They were not of any language I had ever heard before, but somehow, I felt as if I knew what he was saying. He was speaking of the Outsiders and asking for the guidance of the one referred to as the Dream. He asked for it to grant him more time in exchange for the sacrifice he would be making.
Then he took out the dagger and plunged it into my stomach.
I screamed.
He continued to recite his ritual as he stabbed me again. And again. And once more.
The marks left by the blade have left a permanent mark, even after they've been healed by a potion. Somehow, I don't think they'll ever fade.
And then the world fell out from beneath me and I knew its presence.
I saw the Dream.
It saw me.
And I knew fear as though I had never known it before.
I was the ant before the boot, the fly before the swatter, the lamb unto the slaughter. And though I knew I was about to die, and though I knew no one would ever find where I went or how it happened, I had a simple fleeting thought.
A crazy, childish thought.
I wondered what kind of potions I could have made out of bizarre monstrous god such as that. I wondered if one could capture that which cannot exist within the realm of understanding. I wondered if I could kill that concept to harvest it for parts.
I felt the new world I had found myself within pause.
And I felt a deep mirth born of some unknown reason emanate from the monster.
I awoke suddenly, screaming. The ritual room was as it was when I had been awake before, but Dyeheart had collapsed. The knife he held was laying on the floor, still covered in my blood.
I think I may have spent an hour trying to recollect the pieces of my shattered psyche, and when I did, I decided that I needed to leave.
The bonds that held me before broke away rather easily. I noticed that my stomach had healed and I decided that I needed to clean myself up immediately. I collected my clothes and gear, took Dyeheart's dagger, still covered in my blood, and left the scene.
I lied to the adventurer's guild not because I wanted to hide the information about the Dream. No. I did so because I wanted to hide my feelings about the monster.
It was so beautiful it might drive a man insane from desire. It was so disgusting it might make children vomit at its sight. It was chaos incarnate, a contradiction given form.
I think I'm in love.