Adventuuuure!

Pantene's Diary Part 3

17 Oggam

Dear Diary,

Wow, my life is getting so exciting lately!
Ayleron was back with us for breakfast, and saying that the road is all clear. I don’t know how he missed the big storm and wasted fields when he went through Derrine, but it doesn’t bother me very much.

We got to High Keep pretty quickly. It’s so strange, it’s a town build in the cup of a big, dead volcano. Why are guards always so suspicious of us? Ayleron got this hat from a vendor, it actually suits him. I’m hoping people will stop hiding their children from him in the streets. It’s getting embarrassing.

Anyway, the guards finally allowed us the great honor of getting inside the Keep, and the secretary was very helpful in getting us an audience. When the High Keeper, Viros, came out, a very skinny old man was also with him, apparently he is the High Magus of the keep, called Veheen.

We delivered Daylinn’s message, exactly as he told it to us:

“There were- Well, the Zombies! And, and, it was snowing and the cows were dead and I love cows, but they, the people, I mean, they didn’t want us to come in, but we DID, and they they liked us after. We broke the window of the temple to get in and it wasn’t hard at all, we just climbed through the hole we made. Then there was a sword and it LOOKED AT ME! Then we killed bad men. It was dark, but it got light again and everyone said ‘Yay for Pantene!’
We HELPed them, just like we can help YOU!”

Viros was very disturbed by this news, and assured us he would send assistance at once. In turn, he had a message for us to deliver to the Guild Master. This one was written down in an envelope, so it must have been even more important than Daylinn’s message.

We bought a membership to the Guild of Heroes! Except it’s really the Guild of Ruin Divers, we’re not heroes yet, I guess. The guild master took the High Keeper’s letter and we got another job! Mucking out Kobolds isn’t princess work, but it’s good money! And we’re protecting the townspeople from kobold-fever and theft!

We only killed a couple dozen of them before nightfall, because we had to kill a jelly too. I said “You’re toast, Jelly!” but no one laughed. I know you thought it was funny, though, diary. Thank you for laughing.


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Pantene's Diary Part 2

16 Oggam

Aikeen sent Ayleron up to High Keep to scope out the road and everything up ahead.

Aikeen has this friend Roland hanging around now too. He looks like a pretty powerful mage. I don’t know why he can’t do some fighting too… Oh well, we’ll work for our pay I spose.

Wouldn’t you know some Derrine guards (that’s the town before High Keep- where we’re going!) ambushed us in the wee morning, yelling about magic and and saying nasty things to the little demon-girl. We killed two of them, and the others got so scared they ran away.

We went up to Derrine to check it out, and they were having a witch burning or something. But instead of witches, they just had a normal mage. I mean, they’re different, right? Witches have the hats and everything. Dresses. Brooms. ANYWAY.
The townspeople didn’t like us very much, but we said we could help them, so they took us to their leader, Lord Daylinn.

Daylinn didn’t like us either, but he wanted us to go look at the temple. Well, the doors were shut with magic, so we had to go through a bricked window. All the clerics were zombies! Zombies! Let me repeat this for emphasis. Zombified Zombie Priest Guys!

Well, we had to put them out of there their misery, so we did. Zombies aren’t that hard to smite, they’re pretty much asking to be smote.

Gelrin was like chilling out, looking down the hall, so I looked too. It was totally black! We went down anyway, and in the main chamber of the temple there were some pretty creepy looking dudes, chanting and whatever. We pretty much smited them too.

When the last bad dude bit it, the doors opened and the town guys were sort of cheering in a sad way. Lord Daylinn asked us to deliver a message to the High Keeper–

“Ill-boding magicians stole into our Holy temple, and killed our men of cloth, only to reanimate them as mindless servants. The temple was bound, and used to create a storm of ice above our town. Our crops and livestock are destroyed, our stores of food are corrupted and rotten, many of my people have fallen ill. These brave adventurers have thwarted the men who caused the storm, and cleansed the temple of the pall of undeath, but we are still in a desperate need for food and clean, uncorrupted water.”

Of course, we said we would do it for him. It’s super convenient. We’re already going there anyway! Actually, a lot of things lately have seemed … coincidental. Almost like there is some greater plan for us, that has yet to be revealed. Hmmmmmmmmmm….
I’m probably just getting silly again. Anyway, Aikeen showed up in the just in the nick of time for the town to be totally quiet and safe again, and we camped a little further up the road.


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Pantene's Diary Part 1

15 Oggam

Dear Diary

In the morning we walked through the marketplace to look for work. The mage we met on the road took a bit of a bossy attitude, offering us up to the mercenary organizer. I would have liked to survey the area for something perhaps more meaningful than guarding a smuggler, but once we had engaged him, I felt it my duty to try to keep them from being swindled.

Well, eventually, he gave us a lower price.

Anyway, we secured the job with the smuggler, Aikeen, for the price of three pearls. We headed out on the trail to the Duchy of …, but after a while our esteemed employer seemed to suggest that a tunnel route would be better than trying to scale the pass with the wagon. It seems that there are also some rather more savory characters in the pass working for the Duke, and that their “tax” is normally higher than Aikeen likes to pay. At least a dungeon will get me out of the blazing sun.

Well sure, the dungeon looked safe at first. Once we left the entrance, though, it opened up into a large den. I should have known it would be goblins, but we all got distracted by a motion detector poised to drop boulders on the wagon as well passed over.

So we should have known better, but the goblins got into the back of the cart and took some valuable crates. To avoid death by condescension we left to track down the goblins. After first killing a huge fire beetle, we found them, and the stuff, and lugged it back down from the rocky crags. Aikeen seemed okay with this.


14 Oggam

Dear Diary,

Midmorning, we we noticed a few haggard looking characters wrestling with a very animated sack of some kind. As we got closer, it became clear that they had smuggled something very much alive from the back of a wagon disappearing into the distance. The alive thing turned out to be a tiefling girl (Mica), apparently she was into the kinky stuff with her former employer. The wranglers introduced themselves as Gelrin, a mage and Eye-lair-on, one of those elf trackers. A little more fire power never hurt a group, and I guess a tracker might be of some use in the future.

We agreed to watch each others’ backs, since we were only a few hours’ journey from the Fort. After a few miles we faced a small group of drakes, which we dispatched with some aggravation.

When we finally reached town, it was after dark. I took the opportunity to eat a fair meal, wash up and sleep in something resembling a bed.


13 Oggam

Not much to write, the trail is still hilly. I wish I’d thought to bring a little more cheese, I’m down to bread and water. But that’s what’s left and that’s what I’ll eat until I get to civilization. I found an unattended nest of eggs, so I made a little flaedlesuppe with the dried broth Maren gave me before I left.

13 Oggam again

Sorry to bother you, diary, but something else happened today.
I caught up with the guy on the road ter today, too, as we approached the gates of Marklin. Imagine my shock to find that my travel weary eyes were not exaggerating his height! He must be 7 feet tall. Fine for me of course, maybe people will call him to reach the high shelf instead of me…Turns out this fellow is a student of the art of battle, and a fellow devotee of Pelor. He seems to be a decent person… dragon… whatever…He calls himself Korgrin.


12 Oggam

Dear Diary,

La la la, nothing happened today. Walking sure is boring.


11 Oggam

Dear Diary,

I’ve been walking toward Marklin for a few days now. The trails are good here. I’m keeping an eye out for places I can tidy up and make things a little nicer for the next traveler.

I can see that there’s someone in front of me on the trail, I can make out a figure when it crests the hills up ahead. Either he’s huge, or my depth perception isn’t what it should be. I think I may be gaining on him a bit, but I’ll keep my distance for now.


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