The Coma Chronicles

Again I have been crippled by another lucky blow. This one stuck my torso rather than my arms, and oddly enough it has inspired me, but more on that later.

We managed to defeat the disease cult that was the main engine of and creation and propagation of the Blood Veil plague. Puny disease cultists! Before being put down they confirmed the Queen’s was behind the plague, but not why she was doing so. Gritt is pretty keen to ask her I think. The cultists were also kind enough to leave some notes on the creation of the plague and this allowed me to synthesise a cure. Not that the others could understand, but it was quite complicated and is probably one on my better alchemical works to date. Though I am also pleased that the modifications I have made to myself are working so efficiently, although they have drawn a fair number of deliberate attacks in some of the combats we have undertaken and as a result my lower right arm is carrying a fair bit of scarring at the moment which has reduced some of its functionality. When I get the chance I’d better look into fixing it up.

Unfortunately our “rest” (some of the party get a rest, I have been working on the cure, I anticipated some weeks to fully eradicate the disease) was interrupted when the Grey Maidens, under the Queen’s orders sealed off Old Korvosa under the guise of controlling the disease. From a containment and control point of view it makes sense, but she is a lying, puny bitch and is no doubt up to something. In typical fashion, Gritt cut his date short and marched straight into the quarantine zone to investigate. The rest of us remained outside and attempted to render what aid we could and investigated sourcing bulk supplies and disease cures from further afield.

Unfortunately there was little we could do and when Gritt didn’t show for a planned meeting, we to entered the quarantine zone (in a more clandestine manner) to look for him.

We found Gritt in Vencarlo’s house, though his head had been detached from his body in a traumatic fashion.

I remember little after that, I remember being cut across the back and then run through the abdomen by another blade and then fading into unconsciousness with blood and parts of my digestive system spilling over my hands.

I came to looking and was looking into the face a rather freaky looking elf in a spiked gimp suit. Turns out she was Mandraiv’s new squeeze, must be an elf thing, her name was Laori and she had arrived at Vencarlo’s house just after us and assisted with the dispatching of a couple of Red Mantis assassins that had killed Gritt and disemboweled me. Puny bug people! Next time I will crush them.

Gritt’s wounds would require more expensive healing, fortunately I had not spent my Queen’s reward money and I exchanged this for a sufficient amount of diamond dust for a raise dead. Looks like I’m owed again.

Back to my recent idea though. While being healed of the rather unpleasant wounds I received I augmented it with some of my own creations and anatomical knowledge. I’m pretty sure this has resulted in some ‘redistribution’ of my internal organs, moving behind them behind some of the larger abdominal muscles groups and also a hardening of the natural compartments the organs lie in. The effect has been quite noticeable and I feel it could turn a similar strike to one I received about 20-30% of the time. The downside is that the process has been quite draining and strenuous activity is draining me a little faster than normal.

I will need to investigate this side effect further, but I think I am on to something here and might be able to further refine this process and increase the protection of my vital organs without any adverse characteristics.