Dear Spellbook, Volume 3: Stormcaller - A Time Loop Progression Adventure by Peter J Lee

Author:Peter J Lee [Lee, Peter J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Portal Books
Published: 2024-01-18T00:00:00+00:00

Babysitting

Dear Spellbook,

It’s been two months, and no progress has been made with Dagmar, but I’m about to go do something stupid, so I should probably write something down.

Riloth 19th the 1089th-1146th

Each morning began the same. Daulf offered to let Dagmar out if she could admit to having been under the manipulations of the aboleth. Each morning, Dagmar would either refuse, saying she’d never been under the influence, or attempt to lie, saying that she had been but was now free. Neither response fooled Daulf, and she remained in her cell.

The attempts to escape were many and varied. Each time someone brought in her food or I offered to Clean her clothing, she’d break for the door. Eventually, Daulf moved her room to the outside of the Dahn and lowered it below the level of our living quarters. He then made an opening in the ceiling through which I would lower meals and supplies on Force Disks.

Then she tried to escape another way. We’d made it a habit to check up on her regularly throughout the day, though there was no set schedule. On one such occasion, late at night when everyone else was asleep—but I was up later than was responsible, working on a spell—I ducked into the kitchen to get some coffee. I thought to offer some to Dagmar, and when I looked through the hole, I saw the ground covered in her blood.

I woke Daulf with a Message as I jumped down to bandage her wounds. She’d cut her wrists open with a spoon she’d sharpened on the floor and, without magical healing, would soon have perished.

From then on, we inventoried what was placed in her room, and Daulf experimented with the Dahn until he found a way to make glass that we could see through from the outside but from the inside appeared to be stained glass. He then further reconfigured the Dahn so that Dagmar’s room shared a wall with the dining room, and someone was assigned to watch her at all times. I offered to move my studies down to the kitchen, but the idea was universally rejected. Something about me having tunnel vision or getting lost in books.

There might have been something to that…

From then on, Dagmar’s attempts at escape and suicide were futile. Through it all, she never tried to harm us—well, never the others. Harming me was pretty in character for non-possessed Dagmar. Whatever means Abby had used to turn her hadn’t gone so far as to remove her prior allegiances, only to trust the outsider implicitly and cover any confusion the trust brought about.

Throughout this time, the one constant topic of conversation revolved around the trustworthiness of Dagmar’s claims. She clearly believed the prison to be close at hand, but was this belief hers or another side effect? The plan was for me to develop enough of a mental defense to bypass the aboleth and then inspect the claim for myself, but that was far from a current possibility.

When not babysitting my confused dwarven friend, I build up my mental defenses.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.