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.

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The following diary contains spoilers on the second season of Codex Venator Napoli.

Codex Venator: A moment of quiet

[From the diary of a Neapolitan citizen]

“Damn 'culonn'! What a rage that I was still half drunk, otherwise I would give him those guards. "

Peppino kept his head while writing: the hangover had not yet passed, and already in normal conditions writing for him required far too much concentration. But he didn't want to, he couldn't forget.

“It was fun at first, like denying it. The Clan… the Empire… whatever it is, has organized a really nice party. After all the tragedies that have hit us in recent times, all of Naples needed to be distracted a little. Piazza Plebiscito was cleaned by the Abominations for the occasion, even if the horrible stench of those ugly things could still be felt on the sides of the square.

My wife was eaten yesterday by one of those things, so ... "

Peppe stopped for a moment, his hand was shaking. For a few minutes he let himself go to a liberating cry. He couldn't take it anymore, but his memories were all he had left.

“… So, seeing wine and food at a ridiculous price, I drove myself to binge. I really needed that.

Seeing those half-ogres scribbling with the guards' rifles was strange, but in the middle of the brothel I didn't pay much attention. At one point, while I was dancing among the people (doing who knows what shit figures) I heard voices coming from one side of the square. Looking closely, I recognized some Nobles - they were dressed too well not to be - who were arguing with guards, and among them was a lady who was screaming and squirming. On the ground was a lot of white powder, who knows what it was. Maybe some illegal drug, maybe he didn't pay who he had to pay, I couldn't get it right. Anyway, after a while another man showed up, and the guards, after this guy gave us some gold, punched him and left. Better this way, I already imagined the lady dead.

When I went back to drinking and dancing, after a while, from the stage at the back, a voice was heard that seemed to echo throughout the square: perhaps one of those magical things, what do I know. A well dressed and equally well armed man started talking about things I couldn't understand. Suddenly, all over the place, a lot of people started screaming, making noise, and I still didn't understand. But then, near the tables I heard a voice: "I may be drunk, but I'm not an asshole, they want us to pay for everything" and there I began to understand. To understand the meaning of that party: they were gilding the pill. They wanted to raise taxes, and being all half-stunned, they hoped we didn't understand anything. I mean, I'm already in trouble, I'm a poor shopkeeper who barely knows how to write, and who has to risk his life just to find supplies for the shop. At one point, after the brothel in the square began to become unmanageable, I heard another voice: "Masaniello, dincell 'tu". I didn't understand very well, but I helped make a mess anyway. Suddenly, two shots in the sky, fired by the man on the stage. Silence fell immediately in the crowd. The guards took up their rifles better, just to show them and make us understand. The hotheads, myself included, started to go away quickly; the others slowly began to follow us. I don't know what's going to happen in the next few days, honestly, I'm just scared. So much fear. "

Peppe stopped writing, closed his diary, and went to the back room. He walked to the back, moved a couple of shelves, making some effort. There was a small wooden door behind it. He opened it, and entered the small room. There was a small altar, with two candles still unlit. He took a match, lit them, and took from the side of the room a bouquet of flowers, daisies, his wife's favorites.
He placed them on the altar, then fell to his knees, began to cry violently, beating his chest in the meantime. “Who is there is, I don't give a damn anymore. Unnameable, Demons, San Gennaro, anyone. Save this city. "