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A Scuffle at the Monastery

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Date: 16th of the First Seed, 1972

 

As I patrolled the halls of the Cathedral of the Exalted, Cardinal Rhosyn approached me, clearly out of breath. She urgently informed me that a man named Haus of Hohkmat, wanted dead under holy law, was spotted in Petra. Surprisingly, it was the same man I had spoken to earlier that day but hadn't taken action against due to my attendance at the funeral of Grandmaster Holy Ser Gerard.

 

Cardinal Rhosyn instructed me to wait precisely 5 Saint’s minutes before alerting others by ringing the bell, as she needed time to distract him. After waiting, Sergeant Godefroy d’Amaury and Holy Dame Bronwyn responded promptly. We quickly gathered Canonius, Father Davide, and Ser Eldacar Marsyr and set out for Petra.

 

Upon arrival, the Cardinal kept Haus occupied at the Petran monastery, while preparations were made. Dame Bronwyn went to fetch an anti-magic potion, Sergeant Godefroy took a strategic position with his bow, and the rest of us positioned ourselves to guard the Cardinal.

 

Once everyone was ready, I discreetly moved individuals away from Haus, one by one. Dame Bronwyn and I planned to throw our potions at him, hers a Will o’ and mine a Banshee. Unfortunately, my potion malfunctioned, exploding prematurely and causing temporary blindness and deafness for me, the Cardinal, and Dame Bronwyn.

 

A chaotic battle ensued as Haus revealed a spell enabling him to evade capture by phasing in and out of existence. Despite our efforts, we couldn't subdue him. Eventually, Holy Dame Bronwyn safely escorted the Cardinal and Father Davide away. Haus then proposed a truce, suggesting a face-to-face discussion between members of the Holy Order and him with the Hohkmati guard. Canonius and Ser Eldacar Marsyr would go with Haus to ensure he would start organizing the truce meeting while Sergeant Godefroy and I returned to Owynsburg, acknowledging the futility of further confrontation.

 

Your Brother in Arms,

 Holy Ser Lug MacSkaul, Grandmaster of the Holy Order of Saint Jude

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