From the journal of Arandur Eternal, faithful servant of Ioun. Nothing is True; Everything is Permitted.
Wyjen is dead, and it Varsod’s doings. I doubt that he would even deny it if confronted. As least he respects Ioun enough not to live with that secret.
It started about a week ago when Wyjen mentioned to the resistance that he had met a group of adventures, one was that sorrowful dwarf that I had seen around The Lazy Ogre on the occasion that I am there. The others were a gnome and an eladrin. Wyjen said they had some interesting documents in their possession that could help the resistance greatly. He invited them to the opening of Scars of Honor and instructed me to sit with them, see if it would be worth bringing them into the resistance.
During the week I was able to do some recon work on the targets and found out that the gnome and eladrin have not been in Tyrrn for very long. It seems that they arrived with a merchant Nakote and were able to learn of Wyjen from the glass blower Myrinis and fellow companion Iotir. They seemed to have good intentions but they could still be hiding behind a curtain of deceit. Ioun’s eye declares that they will not be hidden for long.
Soon enough the night of the play arrived. Wyjen’s troupe open beautiful sonata, my many minds remember the days they sang about well. As the play went on and Wyjen made biting remarks against the nefarious tiefling deeds done in the great war Varsod was visibly displeased. It seemed that Wyjen’s work was having the desired impact on the populous as well. The adventures that I was watching seemed to be entranced by the show, seemingly letting down their guard. A mistake I will have to correct. At least the gnome knew a good play and group of actors when he saw one, I could see the admiration on his face.
And it happened. It was all too quick but in hindsight I should have known. First Varsod and his flunkies seemed to watch the back door, looking for something. I notched my crossbow and waited for any of them to take action against Wyjen. Out of the corner of my eye I saw two hooded actors on stage with real scimitars advancing on Wyjen. Jumping down into the crowd I screamed at the adventures to not let the Baron escape as I made it on to the stage. But this was a lesson that I failed, for in my rage Ioun’s presence left me and I watched in despair as Wyjen was gutted no more than six feet from me. As my friend collapsed I focused on bringing his murderers to justice and gave chase. These tieflings were fleet of foot and as I tried to catch up I was unable to close the distance. But much to my surprise the sorrowful dwarf soon passed me and crashed into one of the assassins. Try as they might the assassins could not bring down this mighty dwarf, he was covered in blood and still held his ground with a determination that I have not seen in many lifetimes. Vicious devils were summoned from the pits, they were covered in poisonous spines that they shot out of their bodies. Soon the gnome and eladrin arrived. I could tell that these adventures were not push overs as the eladrin’s body cackled with energy which slung effortless at the devils and tieflings. The gnome strung his bandore with expert precision, invigorating us while sending chilly messages to our enemies. Soon enough one of the assassins fell, and his accomplice surrendered to the dwarf.
Next will be his interrogation, he WILL tell me everything. Ioun despises secrets.