After some days of travel by boat, we have arrived at Wyllea, capital city of Delornen. Impossible as it might seem, these people are even wealthier than the inhabitants of Relkingham. While the paladin goes to the Temple to do his paladinish things (this guy speaks even less than Tyrion... I do not even know his name!) we have found the Royal Palace. There, we have asked for an audience, which was granted quite fast (considering we wanted to talk to the King, and to talk to a simple mayor we had to wait some hours). While we were waiting, the paladin has joined us and, shortly afterwards, we were called in the presence of the King... that happened to be a Queen!
The reception took place in a large, luxurious room. I really think these people have too much money - with much less, the elves can live in the forest much better than these stupid humans. The paladin and Vistra explained the situation to the Queen and, at the begining, she was not really receptive. I would say she was rather hostile: she even suggested that we were simple muppets controlled by the Mayor of Relkingham! How did she dare! That arrogant and stupid Queen! She thinks she is important because she is tall, has intense green eyes and can afford rich silk dresses that fit her comely and proportionate body perfectly! I really do not care about the Mayor, the seeds or the stupid economical sustainability of the humans: I want to know what happened to our neighbours and friends. At that moment I was very angry... so angry that I decided to shut that outrageous and poissonous mouth of hers. However, I myself did not choose correctly my words (now I cannot remember them, but I DO remember the faces of my sisters when I spoke... next time I will have to bite my tongue). Fortunately enough, the Queen did not seem to have heard me and went on talking to the paladin. Although when he is with us he does not seem to be very talkative, he turned out to be very eloquent with the Queen (apparently rich queens seem to be his kind). He was so eloquent, that the Queen decided to revoke the edict. She gave the pertinent orders and left the room.
Suddenly we heard a cry. One of the servers of the Queen shouted that the edict had been stolen (by the High Priest?). By the time we could reach close to him, he had been murdered, and we were trapped within the Palace. Moreover, the guards of the Palace wanted to keep us there. Again the paladin tried his apparently brand new skill to talk but this was too much for me: I shot four arrows at the closest guard and the fight began. After a short fight, the soldiers surrended and one of the servers suggested that the fastest and safest way to get out of the Palace was through the kitchen. And there we went. Unfortunately, the "safe" way out was through the sewers of the stupid city! After wandering in the darkness and meeting some "abandoned pets" that were not very receptive to our presence, we found a corridor leading to the Temple. And there the worst fight in my whole life took place.
A group of heavily armored soldiers was guarding the Tempel. They were many and very strong. Our arrows and swords seemed useless against them (particularly agains their commander). At a certain moment, our beloved paladin decided to chat again (he does not use this faculty quite often, but I must admit he is really effective) and then we realized that these soldiers were obeying the orders of the Queen and were trying to prevent the High Priest from making it official. As we had the same objective, they showed us the way out and went to the harbour. There, we saw that all the boats were either sunk or in flames and one of them was sailing away, towards Relkingham. As the soldiers told us, the Temple in Relkingham was the closest Temple to Wyllea and the fastest way to get there, by boat.
With the aid of the Queen, we took some horses and rushed towards the city. The way was much longer by road than by boat, but we had no choice. At dusk we arrived to the town of Hamona, where we intended to change horses. However, when we got there, we realized something was not going well. The town was empty and the few horses left, nervous. Suddenly we got attacked by a group of undead. When we got rid of them, we noticed that many of them had a left hand and a left eye excised. According to Vistra, that seemed to be a ritual made by some cultist of an evil god. Who knows. The paladin insisted in burying the corpses. After a while, we went on.
Half way to Relkingham, we have reached a crossroad military post. It is in flames and there are many corpses on the ground, with the same synthoms as the undead in Hamona. This paladin wants to bury them also (perhaps he wanted to be gravedigger when he was a kid). Actually, I am writting these lines while he digs. I am really tired.
