It was Waterday, the 25th of Suneebb when I was summoned to join your clan. They were alone... in the darkness, their cleric had gone astray and no healing magic was to be had. Leeless knelt down secretly when no one was looking and prayed to the Gods for a miracle. That's when I got the letter. Someone down in an outer realm needed help... Damn, I thought I could at least make it though this Netflix series before I had to go to work. Nonetheless, I put on my work clothes, a hefty 31 points between my Masterwork studded leather armor, Masterworks greatsword and the very trusty Colt .45, it is a lot to carry, especially for someone who thought they would be spending the day watching Netflix.
So, a little about me, it is hard, especially at parties. I am an Intersex Ghale. I don"t sleep, I don't eat. I pretty much get put at guard so the the rest of my team can give me a blasting migraine with their constant snoring and mumbling in their sleep...don't even get me started on the flatulence. I wish to retrace my journeys thus far with them although the memories seem a bit foggy. What a group of simpleton I have landed upon for this time.
OK so here is how I found myself...Darkness. Really??? Neither of you had a candle or anything? Think people! So there we were in the ass of some God, at the bottom end. Magically you asked to go up the there we were. You ate magical fruit from the God who previously had trapped you in it's ass without question. I have my piece and am still holding onto it, watching if anything suspicious happens to either of you before I partake.
After the darkness all I really remember was riding on the back of a cart driven by two horses with one horse following behind. The snow on the ground drew a lot of my attention for the drive and I don't remember much until we arrived at the town of Homlett and the "Welcome Wench" a local tavern and Inn. Here it was we stabled our horses and left the incapacitated ranger within the local stable aside from the inn. W all tried to get Leeless to stay behind but he insisted and we gave in. This was our undoing, the damn fool is unstable or something. Why always with the interrogations or torture? Why can't he understand sometimes you just need to be nice. Gil and Mithyl get it they wanted to leave him in the stable with the mage but nope a tavern was to be has and him with his drinking and all insisted to come with us. That was a mistake.
So anyway, after talking to the barkeep and trying to talk with the bard we got nothing so after a meal and me sneaking a loaf of bread into my pack we headed for our room. It was a simple room, two beeds, two chests and a chair and table with a window facing toward the snow covered street. After stuffing Gil into one of the chests Leeless and Mithyl went to the beds and me...on watch. I heard them snore and watched them drool, exhausted from our former journey. Some of them said things in their sleep which I wish not to repeat. Then a noise,
like footsteps approaching...I listened on at the distance no far down the hallway, someone is coming.
Before I could wake the others they were there at the door, the barkeep we had spoken with who rented us our room and another soul in the hallway, covered by her greatness and grandeur. It didn't start off well but ended in blood and we escaped and they lay dead. After arguing what to do next we stuffed their bodies in the chest, searched the Inn and headed into the cold, we didn't know where the hell we were going because no one had thought to buy a map. These tales I will give you later because we basically walked in a fucking circle. I mean damn it's 27 degrees outside and we are walking in a motherfucking circle because no one bought a fucking map.
After discovering our mage and horses were gone we somehow ended up at a flour mill. It was on fire. This was our one lead to the cult which knew about the creepy fruit giving God and they weren't talking. Instead they were involved in the basement in some incantation which we interrupted. After a questionable outcome we slayed them, although I had to drop my Colt in the process, remind me to go back for that if you can. We all made it out alive and they fell... what to happen next? No idea. I do know one thing, write this down or grab a map for soon perhaps that voice which towers in the heavens may soon stop telling you answers or... buy a map.
In no particular order...
#4 Welcome Wench Inn
#20 Waynright (wheel shop)
#16 Old town hall
#8 tailor
#7 weavers
#6 old trading post
#3 church of St. Comfort
# 2 temple of Paylor
#1 temple of Alana
#10 brewery
#19 Telnas kitchen (catering)
#11 teamster (wagon, horses, stabling)
#14 the sage (researcher)
#25 potions and elixers
#15 scroll maker
#24 milk market
#9 stables
#23 shergans earthenware
#5 Tarigans (Inn)
#22 potter
Excuse me for any misspellings but my common languages are celestial, infernal and draconic. Of course, I understand all when spoken, as I possess tongues, yet my writing is not so great. I hope to see what comes of this journey. Leeless spoke of dragons in his sleep. The future may yet be entertaining.
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