Note It is quickly become apparent that I’m way to busy to record weekly logs. Thus I will now just title my entries by number rather than weeks. End Note
Much time has passed since my last entry. I will try to record the matters of import that occurred with that time.
After we fled into the tunnel, we tried to discuss what happened. After watching everyone try to talk, I sighed. Obviously I had to show them a work around. I whipped out my blade and began to write in the dirt. They must not read well or at least have never been taught how to read elegant scrypt, for they squinted and slowly figured out what I wrote. They followed suit and we were able to communicate until the spell wore off.
We decided the best course of action would be to head to the store keep that hid for Joran before. We took the passage back to the cells below the store and Gerneck drew the attention of the store keep. Looking surprised, he agreed to get Joran for us. I went through a short karma ritual to pass the time while we waited for Joran.
It was long before Joran swept into the cell room with the same guards as before. He was stunned by our revelations and said that he would need to inform the council. Unfortunately due to the mob situation he would have to make it look like we were in chains. The nerve of that man! Suggesting to chain me, after everything we had done. And how the heck did Cortex swindle his way out of it. Cortex has the charisma of a… well, a rock. Since everyone else went along with it, I begrudgingly agreed.
The council was just as shocked by our revelations as Joran was, including Leldrin. Obviously Leldrin was bluffing, bad guys always do. For some reason they agreed to follow Cortex, again the rockman! What is wrong with this picture, they must not be able to see me despite my best charms. I’ll have to acquire a better position next time.
We led the council back to Leldrin’s house and through secret passage. This council really is blind as clearly Benoni was guiding Cortex, yet they followed Cortex. How does he do it?
There were gasps and more gasps as we help them dispell the illusionary wall, followed by the shrine, followed by the dead masters in the basement of the Adranyan City Hall, followed by the sky. I knew if i didn’t get Marliena out, i’d never see her again…
The City Hall was abandoned. It was clear that Argathiel had his men had fled the city. The kaer council quickly jumped on the opportunity and plans were laid out to take of the city hall. I was amaze that the city just let it happen and allowed the kare population to merge with the city.
We spent the next few weeks training, resting, and preparing. Marliena recovered and with her training I was able to advance as a Sword Master. Not only is she incredibly HOT, but she’s amazingly dexterous and an excellent trainer as well!
Eventually Joran approached us and offered us a job to escort a Caravan to Bartertown. The pay was good, and we were eager to see more of the world and larger cities. I was a tad offended when they hired a troll to come with us for more protection. Did he not listen to our heroics! Not to mention a troll! I had a bad experience with a troll warrior in the past (see prior logs).
Despite the extra hand, we set forth. The first couple days were so boring! I tried to pass the time by telling Cortex of legends of past Heroes. But I grew bored of that. The third day I couldn’t take it anymore, so I climbed in the wagon and took a nap.
I woke to arguing. The nerve of people, interrupting my sleep like that! I didn’t even achieve a proper RIM cycle yet. I poke my head out and was a little startled to see dead orks all around, with Benoni and Gerneck looking worked over. Serves them right, getting into a fight with out me to watch their backs. They are lucky to be alive. I noticed the troll had some new little bones, with some runes carved into them, strung around his neck. I’ll have to ask him about those later.
Apparently they were arguing about going to check out smoke. It was clear that my friends were going but the troll and caravan wanted to press on to Barter town. I wasn’t about to let me friends explore without me, but in light of the complaints suggested just sending a scout. In the end we ALL (caravan too) went to check out the smoke.
As we started in that direction, I went back into the wagon to try to get a little more shut eye. Yet again my rest was interrupted as Gerneck shouted that Benoni ran off. I jumped out of the wagon and flew after Benoni to see what got him riled up. When I caught up with Benoni he pointed off into the distance. There was a rider fleeing from the scene of the smoke. When I got closer to the rider I understood Benoni’s haste. It was Argathiel! I tailed him until he fled into a nearby jungle. I was tiring from the flight, so I turned back to report to the others.
The had reach the burn site and were inspecting it when I caught up. It was a small village, burned to the ground with burned corpses in the street. Gerneck performed one of those death rituals. Apparently the victim left his house and saw some sort of large creature, then was suddenly drowning in the middle of an ocean, and then was suddenly back in front of his house but still unable to breath. Then he died from suffocation. My theory is that it was yet another illusion that caused him to suffocate. Then the town was burned down when the deed was done.
Having figured out what happened, I started to get bored and went searching around the charred rubble of the village. Low and behold I found a silver! There was a legend of a man from long ago, who used to say: “A silver saved, is a silver earned!” I gave it a flip and was just about to pocket it when Benoni noticed. He challenged me to a dice game for it. I took him up on it. I was just about to throw my special toss when I remember how badly Benoni lost at gambling last time. Feeling bad I fumbled my toss. He hooted as he “won” the dice and I sheepishly handed over my newly found coin. Just for fun I offered double or nothing and he “won” again. He felt triumphant as he pocketed my 3 silver. Being such a good friend is hard at times.
The caravan was relieved when we finally got back on the road to bartertown. The rest of our journey went by without a hitch. Bartertown was huge! We found an in and settled in. Benoni ran off on some errands, while Cortex and I agreed to go help Korose (the troll) find a trainer to take him on as an apprentice. He found a windling weapon master. I guess he figure I’d be able to get him a good deal since I’m a windling too. We entered the school and I was just putting on a winning smile when one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen approached (although, Marliena was cuter). She was obviously intimidated my smile and wings as she was really defensive. She agreed to take Korose on as an apprentice but for full price (despite cortex’ attempt to haggle her).
Our group met up that night at the tavern and Benoni told us about the library and weapon smith. So the next day I went to the library and inquired about my nice scimitar. They agreed to research it for a price. I agreed and handed over the sword. I then went to find the weapon smith. I handed my normal scimitar over to him to have him forge it a little stronger. I spent the rest of the week meditating on how to more effectively use my weapons and be more acrobatic in combat.
From what I gather, I’m pretty sure we will be taking an airship towards Parlynth to further research our weapons. We shall see what happens…