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Vile
I did not think it was possible to hate Lanathar more than I did, but I do. That Lanathar has now been twisted into serving that angel Aram does not spare him. In honesty, it simply means I must destroy Aram as well and be done with this vile blasphemy of nature.

Arilyn, William, Seriana and I left Phillipe's to find the werewolf. I could not take another night of boredom and inactivity; better to be on the trail, lying in wait than sitting still, unprepared. We patrolled the areas of the last attacks and when nothing come of it, decided to head to the tavern to collect some information. That was when we heard it, a scream as fearful and primal as anything in the jungles we had left. As it had come from the direction of Phillipe's home, we went there first to make sure the others were all right. They must have heard the scream too because although they were gone, the left a mess of footprints. A small part of me laughed at the confusion and disorgnization I read in the tracks. Looks like poor Islan ran around in circles for a bit before figuring out what to do. It went thataway, Islan. Nyran obviously just flew but Elana seemed to take a while to understand what was going on. We wasted only a small bit of time on this mess.

When we found the werewolf, the others had found him first. From the look of things, they were handling things well enough. They may not know north from the nearest pub but they do know what to do about a large ravening monster when it besets them. A quick volley of arrows finished the job they had started and we were left to examine the remains of a haggard elven man, the one the court had sent to deal with the werewolf. This meant that the original werewolf was still out there somewhere. William had some trouble grasping the idea of two werewolves, but I shouldn't see why. Did he think he could be the only other bitten?

I was wrong about the other werewolf being out there somewhere, it wasn't. It was right here in the alley with us. A huge, seething, mass of fur and evil. This thing was not a wolf; but evil given fur and a muzzle. I was not surprised when my arrows did little to it. I was surprised to see Islan fall before it. Luckily a hit from the wand gave him enough power to retreat. Between Nyran's summonings, Elana's lightning, and the few spells Islan got off, the beast was eventually brought down. It was then that I came to understand the full nature of Lanathar and our other enemies.

Nyran and William identified the man as the priest's aide. I use the word man only to remind myself of what he must have once been. Now, even dead, he was twisted, a corruption of his human nature; and it looked painful. His bones had been stretched and twisted like a poorly healed break but they hadn't been broken first. His human teeth had been pushed out by pointed, almost lizard like insicors. I could not bring myself to touch the thing. It made my stomach clench and rage rise within me just to look at this thing. Whatever had done this to him had absolutely no regard for nature or order or even nerve endings.

I was only just beginning to understand the horrific nature of the thing we had downed when the priest arrived. I wasn't aware a priest could be a paladin. He gave us no thanks for bringing down the monster and seems unaffected by the aberration of nature that was his former associate. He simply attempted to bring us under arrest for the destruction of part of the city. (Really it wasn't that bad, we've done much worse) I think I may have offended Islan by calling myself leader and stomping on his foot to keep him quiet, but I do not think having an easily offended elven courtier is the best person to deal with a bigoted paladin who has enough manpower to run us all through before we turn around. Whatever the priest would have done with us we never found out. We had a mass of drowned zombies waiting for us...

From the journal of Anwar Fin Jorag

Contributor: Erica Marks