Excerpt from the histories of Helious Prime.

Seems the Shoanti is pretty good with the alchemy stuff. The plague was cured, queens physicians shut down, we were heroes. The others don’t seem worried but it worries me. We had shut down a massive plot and so become targets. I don’t intend to ever walk about wounded or sick again.
We got access to the city watch treasury, sadly it had no adamantine armor and nothing else was of interest so I settled on a double musket. Always fancied them as a one shot opener to start battle with now I just have to find a way to boost the damage, perhaps with a holster of vigour.

The queen, for appearances, had a ceremony in our honor to further distance her from her from the plot her PR agents were fast distancing her from. Fairly standard fare however my companions seem ever more unusual. Their about as subtle as a lava flow at night.

The relationship between the summoner and that eye-DOUGH-lun or eye-DULL-un, idol image thing intrigues me the most, its almost like they have the same soul or are some form of manifest schizophrenia. Like all the pent up frustrations of the summoner, all they wish to be are lived out in the summoned creature. More unusual I sometimes feel I am much the same… a manifest agent alive to live out the fantasies of a lowly dissatisfied being. This makes it more intriguing, like some form of cascaded 3 way delusion where the manifest agent has its own outlet to a deeper subconscious. Bah, what nonsense am I scribbling, I really have to lay off that human lolly water and get back on the dwarven spirits. Such thoughts can only lead to a life dawdling under trees, sipping wine and general elvishness. 

Elves… I dream of butchering their silly faces, its why I enjoy guns so.. too long have they hidden behind their bows, at range, like cowards. I believe guns are the invention that shall make them as extinct as they are in my dreams.

After a relaxing day shopping I was even more baffled by these humans. The normal looking human – the shoanti was going on about how puny wounds were while at the same time having been spared the brunt by the cleric sylvana, usually healed constantly by our cleric sol and more ironically complaining like a elf when wounded. Such whining in combat I can barely stand, when its followed after combat by blustering braveness its all I can do to not cleave his legs off at the knee. That he solved the plague problem is the only reason his still standing on something other than bloody stumps. He whines like an elf and fights like a kobold- always ganging up, or sneaking behind. I have my food stone full with him.  He needs to learn control, comportment and replace his stubbornness with stern steely resolve.  I expect it will be like forging with bad ore, but a good craftsman never blames the materials at hand.

It seems our cleric has changed his faith, so I hear, I don’t really pay much attention as I have always assumed Torag is the only worthwhile god. Had the odd religious chat with sol, I like his quietude and commitment to his choices over those of his past. Its got me thinking about gods. Torag always gets my worship and more importantly I always spill some spirits in his name yet what has he done for me? Dwarves don’t respect those who are poor traders so I imagine it is with gods. If a god wants my spillage they should do more.

My thinking was interrupted as it seems we have to find some people abducted by some self proclaimed emperor. Apparently some relations of the summoners girlfriend. I find it quite predictable that the summoners interests would coincide so closely with some douch that proclaims themselves emperor. Also the sable marines was being disbanded after the queen offed their boss. Just reinforces that we should be wary and always at full health in my tome.

On that note it’s also good riddance in my tome, any group of rangers (who all seem good at ranged combat), with access to flying mounts is plain unfair in my book. All but underground even a small force of them would dominate any confrontation and be able to lay waste to armies. Pitty our fem-sable marine couldn’t get us some of those hippogriffs, they would have made lava racing much more interesting a hobby. Instead I had to put up with some stupid human superstitious harrow deck reading thing, I really wasn’t paying much intention and just hope my clans innate resistance to magic makes such nonsense inert.

I would go the queen but it seems not everyone can hit anything they want, I love guns, its like undermining the laws of the gods legally. It’s a dwarven dream. Anyway cause these humans are behind the technological times we went out to bag this deluded self-proclaimed emperor. We stashed some people, followed some leads, found the blackjacks hidden stash, indescribably didn’t slay some sicko cleric girl but joined her, offloaded my double barrel into some thugs and got to the emperor.

That alchemist guy was with him, fluff or whatever, the party seemed in awe of and scarred by.  The female archer got some good shots in but I declared he was going to die and die he did after two rounds of shots. Fluff indeed, I really don’t know what this party is up to. I think that even before they could have assisted each other and dropped the looser. Got the feeling the shoanti was almost willing to raise him just to get some words and perhaps some torture in. Living longer is the true win, I REALLY hate elves, the other is spending eternity in a good place.. I recon fluff ain’t.

The others stacked on the emperor and gnome in good form and like any opponent well targeted the emperor dropped along with a gnome despite a little confusion. The psyco-cleric that joined us this time was just a liability especially with the confusion, we won out though. Seems having a dwarf about is starting to have an effect. Pitty bout the gnome, funny little sturdy buggers I just cannot help but be enchanted by them.