After several days of travel and countless near run-ins with
less than savory characters who hide behind pretend laws of protecting the
peace by keeping the people in fear, I find myself observing a strange band of
travelers from the cold comfort of the shadows. If there is one thing I've
learned so far on my travels it's don't trust any man if the holy man is unconscious!
However, these adventures were strange, not men but a rag tag bunch traveling
in a wagon pulled by what appears to be a newly hatched baby red dragon! I find this feat amazing
since I, despite my magical prowess have yet to unravel the feat of obtaining a
dragon familiar. I must look into this in due time. Nevertheless, there is safety
in numbers and I posses certain "talents" that may be helpful. As I
spoke to the elf I cautioned him to not
take the guards at face value, for I have seen their true work which has left
many dead or dying in their wake. Upon receiving this news he ran to deliver the
message to the party. Under a barrage of crossbow bolts I ran with him. Seeing
the rest of the group in the wagon I noticed a rather large Orc, woman and
child all unconscious! If not for another fellow who seemed to posses some
arcane might, we would have been surely doomed. As no less than five city
guards attacked us I asked the arcane fellow, who I have come to know as
Strongblade to target me with a spell. Without hesitation he sent arcane energy
flowing into me and I was able to channel that raw arcane magic into healing
magic to bring or holy man back from the brink of despair, undoubtedly savings
the party as he was then able to us his divine energy to stave off the attacks
from several undead. All this before lunch! I suppose their is nothing left to
do now except to enjoy the ride and get out of this city as fast as our dragon
can take us.
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