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[Cult The Gargoyle]

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Day of Contact
It was a warm day, as I recall, due perhaps to the nature of the sandy area outside of Ver Lor Reg. I spend my time there when I am not trouncing around the Human lands, it was not an odd sight to see a small boy trotting about my people's second home. I am fairly sure he's some child Avatar of a god

2 Sept. 375 01:02, child+1
I am following his progression. Fairly sure he is not god-child, saw him trip and cry for several minutes. Fairly sure he thinks needlessly fast gold-skin men and deamon did not see. This one Saw. This one laughed.

Note - Still Cannot Fly, also, still lacking horns.

2 Sept. 375 09:01, child+1
This one is fast. He wears red and has a face, also two arms and two legs and some middle torso like structure. Somewhat sure this is standard human body type. Attacked by Ratman with short sword today, broke him over my knee. Child may have heard sounds, allowing him extra travel time tomorrow.

2 Sept. 375 18:42,child+1
Still no horns, still no flight capability past that of large angry stone. Wolves came for Ratmen today, let that be a lesson to anything that's half something else.

2 Sept. 375 23:40, child+1
I can now see the area known as Exodus Dungeon. It is far off and I occasionally see large amounts of energy arcing off the surrounding mountains. I have forgotten my defense weapon hanging on the wall of that Inn. Still cannot fly.

3 Sept. 375 00:23,child+3
Saw wolves explode for little to no reason as they approach boy's camp. god-child theory reignited.

-Wolves now surpass me ability of flight. Damn them all.

4 Sept. 375 approx. 04:00,child+4
Several hours spent covered in mud and brush prevented a daemon of some kind from punching me to death. One arm disproportionately large to the other, he had horns.

-I hope some needlessly bright sword-swinging human kills him. Still cannot fly.

7 Sept. 375 approx. 13:37, child+7
My love for sitting on logs was very nearly my death today. Whilst attempting to drag a log I found near where I left the rat-man through the abstract horizontal door into this dungeon some gibbering gaunt figure punched me directly in the stomach causing both my log and this one into the dungeon. It turns out some of my gargish kin are resting down here, I spent the evening chatting with a very large gargoyle they kept in a cage, I informed him the child had insulted it's parents and that he was in fact the avatar of a very large, powerful, and difficult to pronounce god. He commented on my log and we parted ways.

Still cann-wait.
To be disappointed.

Exodus entry+~7
I have no idea what day it is. The child has been sciencing for a large amount of time. I have set up camp tucked behind some large undulating stone machine that occasionally shocks some squeaking golden thing as it floats by. Never heard back from giant gargoyle.

-Large floating gold things can fly, this is why I hate Ilshenar.
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A large purple skinned gargoyle with no horns and defunct wings.