We all converged on the man in a bird mask that was described to us by Gurney; it appears that he was in-fact Lucan and that magical glove that he smuggled into the party was the vessel of the soul sword. After a rousing and chaotic battle (my favorite kind), Lucan again escaped, the blasted man, and some elves who had attacked those opposed to him also vanished into the shadows much as Stickpin does. We then conversed with the ambassador, Krell and discussed her contribution to the issues at hand as well as the lies that she had told us about not knowing Lucan. She was unaware that we lifted the package that she had attempted to pass onto the vampire and never admitted to giving him anything. We left with little new information except for that which we gathered from things unsaid.
When we opened the package, we found travel papers and tickets for an airship out of town within the hour. We quickly made our way to the airstrip. We found several blank-eyed gnomes who came at us, weapons drawn. We tried to talk our way through but the domination of a Vampire is difficult to overcome and so we had to attack. The first few who were blown off of the landing strip had done nothing yet and could not control themselves, I instinctively reached out a hand with feather fall on my lips and 2 gnomes floated to safety, this action was oddly selfless and left me feeling oddly disjointed. A third died without a head and others fired shots at me. I felt my newfound compassion slip and when two more gnomes were blown from the landing, I did not react.
I am not sure how to rectify these disparate actions within the same skirmish; I may claim to have been exhausted when others ask me why some were saved but not others but that is not the case. I may claim that my focus was firstly on getting to the gnomes that were cutting the ship free of its mooring when the second group fell, but that is only partly true. It is true that there is a selfish and spiteful part of me that was offended by the second pair’s attacks on my person in spite of their charmed condition and could not be moved to intervene. This does not surprise me, I have been living with and occasionally fighting against that impulse my entire life, but rather the sincere gesture of compassion that was levied against the initial group of innocent gnome intrigues me. I got nothing out of it, in fact I am feeling the strain of that action and without rest will be hard pressed to fight another intense battle. What brought on this change? For now, since we neutralized the slight gnomish resistance and made it aboard the ship before it could sail Lucan away from our pursuit, we are faced with an angry and confused captain who will demand answers of his own, mine will have to wait.