From the perspective of Aroland
The entire town came to the funeral of Kallen, the local Tanner. His wife and two chidlren wept at the side of his grave, while a priest from the local temple said a few words playing up his bravery during the seige.
Those words were not hollow. When the enemy was at the gates, Kallen – like all the others in this town – stood strong against the Zhentarim. A force of 400 peasants led by a handful of barely experienced adventurers staved off an army of trained soldiers.
I knew it was in no small part due to luck. Had they not managed to hold the obstructions on the bridge, more calvary than he could count would have rode through the city, burning buildings to flush out the defenseless and slaughtering them as they came.
Was life really that fragile? They had taken every precation possible, but one lucky arrow ended the life of Kallen. One well placed sleep spell broke the seige. Without that arrow, would Kallen have lived? Would his children still have a father around to teach them a trade? What will become of them without a father? Will they be drawn to a life of adventure after seeing their town be saved by “heroes” like us?
But the life of an adventurer is no safer. There is one town member who is very consipicously absent from this funeral. Dunman has hardly left the hall in days. He doesn’t eat well, he doesn’t sleep well. It’s as if he exists solely to mourn Deularla.
She does not even get the dignity of a burial. Her body is left in the hands of her enemies, and was likely not even shown as much regard as the Zhent soldier’s corpses we burned. In fact, its unlikely she’ll receive as much regard as the horses that fell in battle, who were skinned would have gone to Kallen for tanning.
I see why I’m drawn to nature now – in the wild, animals do not kill for what they do not need. The zhents had no need of this town – that is why they did not commit more to attempting to sack it. They were driven of a desire to hurt, murder, and destroy us. It is a concept I cannot understand, the reckless abandon they have for life.
That is why I’m so bothered by Stegar’s new attitude. He seems too drawn to this new aspect of himself – this Bhaalspawn – and it’s violent impulses. I would not argue that violence in and of itself is immoral – it is infact a vital part of the natural cycle – but it must be tempered by need, and Stegar reaches for reasons to convince me of need. I feel he reaches too far. I feel like I need to find a way to rid him of this influence, yet I cannot say so to him – I’m afraid his influence will drive him to stop me at all costs. Like a panther stalking in the night I must rely on subtlety stealth and subterfuge to hunt this prey. This will definitely be a challenge for me. I shall need to discuss with Kali and Belinay – perhaps their past experience will be of some help.