DISCLAIMER: Codex Venator is one shared campaign for Dungeons & Dragons 5th Edition, created by Andrea Lucca, Alex Melluso and Enrico Romeo. The setting 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.
The Ordo Fabularis thanks Magister Sermonis Alice Gritti for correcting the texts and collaborating in the drafting of the story.
Martino Della Torre lowered the letter from Milan with a sigh.
His eyes stared into space and, using his new skills, the former Head of the House tried to picture the terrible battle he had just read about.
The Lurani troops had marched on the City and, after a bloody clash, Ivana and Rodrigo had met their end. Martino saw only the fire envelop the spouses and then nothing. The lie had won ... once again.
Placing the letter on the desk next to him, Martino got up, approaching the large window that overlooked the village. Outside the castle, the signs of the ruin left by the battle against his kidnapper still troubled the Kingdom but, fortunately, the people were safe. He would never have forgiven himself if one of his proteges had been injured due to the battle of the Bloody Blood against the Knight.
The stranger had come to his lands, pretending to be a merchant, and had threatened to kill all those who lived in the village if Martino had not submitted. For what it was worth, the Noble Hunters sent from Milan had served their purpose. Not only had they freed him, but they had also disposed of the fairs that devastated his Kingdom. A thorn in a bush, of course, but a particularly annoying one. The failure, in that case, had been his alone.
As for the Sanguine Blood, Martino could not help wondering once again if he had done everything in his power to help them. The noble hunters were no longer pure blood and therefore could not reach true form.
Perhaps he could have freed them from the heavy chains they carried ... or perhaps, in the attempt, he would have condemned them to something worse.
The regret in his thoughts was silenced when they knocked on his study door. A page opened the door, warning him of the arrival of the postulants.
An almost paternal smile was drawn on Martino's face. The lord of the castle turned around, ordering guests to be seated. He would have been with them in an instant.
The poorest areas of the city of Milan were often hit by epidemics, which risked disturbing the intervention of the nobility or clergy to remedy the situation. In that small house, which had little noble or regal, silence was interrupted by the violent coughs of a child. The mother, terrified at the sight of the blood on the dirty cloth in her son's hands, immediately sent for the doctors.
By evening the small house was filled with strange figures, each with their own strange and unsuitable tools. They talked to each other, completely ignoring the child's state. Someone suggested the use of herbs, someone else a filter that he said was miraculous, but everyone agreed that a cleric of the Dogma could certainly have done better than them.
Suddenly a figure made its way through the crowd of doctors. It was not particularly tall or imposing but, by showing the coat of arms on his clothes, he easily earned the way to the boy. Through the curved beak mask two kind eyes looked at the boy, before the man's hand caressed him on the head with a warm light.
The figure pulled a bottle and a small wooden horse out of a bag, handing the second to the young man and the first to the mother. The Noble Hunter ordered the woman to administer the contents of the vial a few times a day, without exaggerating. With a little patience, the baby would be healed.
After paying the doctors with gold in his pockets, the man handed over the rest of his purse to the woman so that he could buy food for his son.