DISCLAIMER: Codex Venator is one shared campaign for Dungeons & Dragons 5th Edition, created by Andrea Lucca, Alex Melluso and Enrico Romeo. The setting Codex Venator deals with issues such as racism; misogyny; explicit violence; religious extremism; experiments on living creatures; power abuse; limitations on personal freedom and occultism. This is not a setting with light themes and, for this reason, it is good that the reading is reserved for an adult audience.
In no case do the authors of these stories, of the adventures of Codex Venator or of other material derived from it intend to support or justify illegal behavior that is detrimental to the dignity of people.
Codex Venator's Ordo Fabularis thanks Magister Sermonis Alice Gritti for correcting the texts.
The following diary contains spoilers on the second season of Codex Venator Napoli.
Chronicles of the Dreamlike Wayfarer
Diaries of Heilsèn Borbone: "Spring Cleaning"
Yesterday Naples lost his most honest and generous man, the only one who would have sacrificed all of himself to save this city. I saw him die while he was wounded and defenseless, at the hands of those who call themselves Hunters, but who are nothing but a bunch of selfish and eager nobles.
Yesterday Alec Nerospina, Knight of the Order of San Gennaro, his future Grand Master, and Loyal Hunter died. Unfortunately, the latter is a title that he did not receive at birth (not by running the Noble Blood of the Hunters in his veins) but which for me, Heilsèn Borbone, earned with his deeds.
I still don't understand how it happened. It had to be a Hunt, a very simple Hunt in the Crypts of the Order of San Gennaro. We should have cleaned them out of the Abominations present, and Alec would have helped us save Naples, giving us men, money and political aid to overcome this difficult moment. It would also have revealed a secret passage, accessible only on a specific date, to enter the Maschio Angioino and end Don Pietro's life. We should only have helped him, and an alliance would be formed between us and the Order, but this was of no interest to the noble hunters, they only wanted to exploit Alec.
I had to expect that something terrible would happen, on the other hand, things started to go wrong already at the beginning of the Hunt. In fact, we took the first steps in the Crypts, all of us had a slight lack, a clouding of the sight, and without our realizing it, most of our companions had vanished into thin air. The Voices revealed to me that they were still in the Crypts, but at the same time, they were somewhere else. They spoke to me of a Dreamlike Realm, but the Voices were so many and confused, that I did not fully understand their words. From what I could guess, however, I realized that we had been divided between the various realities that exist in that place.
Fortunately, however, the Crypts are full of surprises, and thanks to a link that exists between the various Dimensions, it was possible to communicate with the other Hunters simply by tracing the writing on the walls.
In doing so, we then started to move forward, one after the other breaking down the Abominations present in that place.
After a while, some tensions began to emerge between the members of our group, specifically between Augusto Sansevero and Gennaro Aragona.
Unfortunately, Gennaro is an extremely skilled man as a Hunter, but he has a surly character and his manners are particularly aggressive. I vividly remember the day I first saw him, before the stake of the head of the family Sansevero, while he denied his cousin, Donna Isabella, for reasons unknown to me. The strength with which he exclaimed those words full of anger has deeply shaken me, yet in him I do not see malice or malice. Its defect is that of possessing a blind Faith, in which it places all of itself, letting itself be guided only by the laws of the Unnamed. He is a man who turns his gaze solely towards the Dogma, but only because he is terrified of what he might discover, as if the Veil that hides other Realities, moving away, should show him Truths that he would not be able to understand. In a nutshell, Gennaro is the living representation of that futile fear of the Extraordinary Reality that characterizes the Dogmatics. Given this premise, it was no wonder that the natural frictions between Aragon and Sansevero manifested themselves. In the end, they are nothing but a reflection of the struggle between Dogma and Empire, to which these two Families have sworn allegiance respectively.
Nonetheless, once these hostilities were removed (which fortunately were limited to disapproving looks and small comments of indignation between the two Nobles), the Hunt went on without problems. Once the last monstrosity was killed (Kailutan Sansevero, the Noble Hunter we had already met in the Maschio Angioino, allied with the Clan and completely transformed into an Abomination) we met with our companions. As we had been separated, so we found ourselves: the view became foggy, the head started to turn, and suddenly we were all in the same room. Before us, the statue of San Gennaro stood wonderfully and at his feet, seriously injured, was Alec Nerospina.
Unfortunately - as we have discovered - without a Grand Master the Crypts of the Order are a dangerous trap, a place where Reality and Dream mix, giving rise to unpredictable situations. Alec had expected that to happen, but he hoped to manage all this, and for this mistake, unfortunately, he paid the highest price.
From what the other Nobles have told us, it seems that he was not with any of them. Left alone, rather than fleeing, he fought the exact same creatures that we faced, losing an arm, an eye, and being reduced to death. Fortunately, some Hunters immediately started to heal him and it seemed that, despite everything, things were going well. After that, I can't say for sure what happened. Looking back, I still can't find the meaning of what I have witnessed, of the crazy actions of the Hunters, who have destroyed almost all my hopes for this City.
Lorenzo suddenly pointed the knife to Alec's throat. He said he didn't trust him, that he wanted to know immediately the day the passage to the Clan Stronghold would open. Some nobles have tried to stop him, unsheathing his weapons, or at least trying to bring him back to reason. Damian even wounded Alec in order to claim the First Blood and have the right to choose what to do with the "prey": a desperate gesture to stop my cousin's madness. Others, on the other hand, began to argue that Lorenzo, as Head of the game, should not be stopped or hindered in his actions, and therefore turned against the former.
But in the end, all this does not matter, since in the midst of that hustle and bustle, two words were finally heard: "May 15", hardly pronounced by Alec Nerospina. After that, the only sound we heard was that of Alec's throat that was torn by Lorenzo's blade.
For a moment, I no longer heard anything, neither the sounds around me, nor the Voices that constantly crowd my mind. Everything has died down. And then, suddenly, something ripped through that silence: Damian's voice pronouncing my "name". "Lara, come with me," he said, as he left, disgusted by everything, taking advantage of the distraction of the Nobles busy fighting. I followed him immediately, since the desire to escape from that place was enormous. While we were leaving we even heard an explosion coming from the room we were in before, but none of us thought for a moment to go back to help our "companions".
I had never abandoned a Hunt before, but at the time that gesture was made, the one I was participating in was no longer a Hunt, but the brutal execution of a human being. A man killed only because he had exhausted his purpose, and therefore, according to the Nobles, could even cease to exist.
But I came to Naples to save this city, not to kill innocent people.
Damian also shared my same feelings, I had never seen him so distressed and at the same time angry. I followed him to Santa Chiara (where he met with the Supreme Inquisitor Vernieri) and then went to the main square carrying some sheets. On them were written all the sins committed by the Hunters (including him) since he arrived in Naples. He posted them on his body, sticking the nails in the flesh, and then put himself in the pillory. I tried to stop him, even the Inquisitor Vernieri was baffled by all this. But he heard no reason, he said he wanted to atone for all the evil that was done by those who had to protect this city.
I stayed with him as long as I could, and then I went to my father's abandoned Villa, not being able to go back to Lorenzo's after what he had done.
The next few days will be difficult. In the city there is talk of popular revolts, of anger among citizens about what is happening. The other Noble Hunters don't seem willing to collaborate with each other, but if they don't, Naples will definitely fall. I will try to take the first step in this direction, but with each passing day, I feel I am less hopeful for the salvation of this place. The desire to return to the Wild Lands is so strong, I hear their call, but I will still fight for this City, at least as long as I have the strength to do it.