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Rough First Day!

It’s been a tough day. Firstly, I had to run in circles around the stupid wagon with smelly fish in it all day, to try and catch the fish-robberers off guard, as our employer put it. What a cheapskate that bugger was.

So. I then see a badly hidden trap, and I hooted like an eagle to warn the others, some 50 meters behind. At least, I think and eagle would hoot like I did…. Anyroads. I decided to sneak around some bushes and other junk, and there I am sure I saw something. So I fired an arrow at it. No idea if I hit or missed, I lost sight of the thing.
So I snuck back to the wagon and told them what I’ve seen up ahead, and they didn’t believe me. Maybe I’ve told a few to many jokes about there being an army of ogres waiting for us? I don’t know. They didn’t believe me anyways. Not until they saw for themselves and we were attacked. Well… I got an arrow in me head or something… something knocked me unconscious anyways…. our “employer” (more like slavedriver, for the amount he paid) forced some horrible liquid down me throat, and I woke up. So I grabbed me trusty bow and arrows, and fired as rapidly as I could towards the bandits, slaying many of them. My fellow “guards” slayed a fair lot of tossers as well. However, the slaver dies as well… so before the others could come around, I grabbed the money he had, plus two horrible smelling potions of some kind.

Looking around and ransacking some of the bodies I had slain with my shortbow and arrows, I gained 2 crystal pieces, and a shortsword which I think might come in handy in situations where I can’t use me bow.

With the slaver dead, we took it upon ourselves to get the fish to the town and sell it. The others wanted to just take the money we were promised and leave the rest to the slavers wife, while I wanted to buy three or four nice suits. I was sadly outvoted. And I’m not happy about not being able to buy meself some suits yet.

Well.

We drove on, and noticed smoke from ahead of the road. The guys left to investigate and took off into the forest. I then snuck around myself, bow at the ready, I’m usually a fair shot with the bow, so I thought I should play a trick on the other slaves… errm, guards. My new comrades. Whatever.

Anyroads.

So I snuck around, and I heard the others whispering and trampling around in the underbush, so I went further ahead and as quietly as I could. I saw about a dozen of tossers and their lead tosser ganging up on some defenceless women and children. Saw I fired an arrow at the one I thought would be the lead tosser. Somehow, I managed to miss the shot. Probably a breath of wind I failed to recognise as I took aim. Bugger. Me cover was almost lost now, but I backed as silently into the woods as I could before firing another arrow. And another. And then I almost stumbled backwards over the grumpy one… I mean, the Dwarf. Harumph something something, I think he’s called. By that time, the tossers had found me so I had to switch weapon to the sword, and I totally kicked backside. Blood gore and bodyparts were hailing around me as I slew tosser after tosser with the sword, they were so many it was a good thing the dwarf was behind me to keep me upright as my arm were going like a windmill at full storm.

Obviously, some of them tossers thought it better to live to be slayed another day and too a hike. But I had already slain so many of their numbers, the rest of them would be easy peasy fishing squeezy.

So. The others went up to the women and talked to them, and guess what… NOW they want to go after the tossers, abandon the fish, and do some silly heroics for these women instead. Yeah right…. As if any of them have a chance with them girls anyways, just LOOK at my bum in these trousers!!!!

— excerpt from the diaries of Danny “the Cat”

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Journal 1 John hope

Journal of John hope servant of Ilena
Day 1
The trip escorting our employer the fishmonger hs been pleasent enough. Although I have been talking a lot about the light of Ilena I have as of yet not made a new convert. I am convinced that with some more demonstration of the light of the lady I will be able to make this kind man come arround. My companions guarding him and myself really do make a strange mix of characters I must say.
Our scout Danny, calls himself the cat. A strange character, but I like him. He seems to be needing some light in his life. Maybe I can get a new convert? At the very least he woulf probably feel better after a small sacrifice to the church.
Broham my dwarven friend I like the most. He is a bit cuddely for a dwarf but that is not a problem. I like my hugs and he seems to be a nice source and reciever of one. What more can one ask of a new friend? Oh and he seems competent enough with an axe.
I don’t really know what to make of our elfen companion Thfirion. I know elves are long lived and take the long vieuw of things. How that translates into being late and sleeping for so long I can never understand. Maybe that is the secret of long life? Always having a good and long nights sleep? I will make a mental note.
Day 2
Poor, Joey. It pains me that we failed in our job to protect our charge. Unfortunately the rigours of combat do not always go the way of the rightious. Well partially at least. This group of brigands will not prowl the roads any longer. I must however keep my enthusiams in check. Stumbling on rocks must not become routine during encounters, that could be fatal. On the positive side I was able to cheer op Broham. He had been depressed that he had stumbled as well so he needed another hug.
One of the brigands escaped but we were able to capture one. We did a number on him however and it would be some time before the criminal would wake up. Time to bring back poor Joey and his cargo to its final destination. May Ilena have mercy on his good soul and find her warm light. I will pray for him and give a small offering at the next possible church. Oh, and Thfirion finally showed up. Honestly, that elf should really know not to sleep in by now.
Day 3
I write this while extremely tired but a lot has happened. We made through the night to avoid unneeded bandit attention. Attention found us sadly. In the distence we saw a cloud of smoke rising. Investigation was in order. Although our situation wasn’t the best, we were obligated to report. Thfirion Broham and I left danny to guard the cart and our prisoner. To bad he didn’t want to come with us. Maybe I should tell some of the stories Bishop Kapsalon told me? Thos inspired me at least.
We set down the forst trail towards the smoke. What we found made my blood boil. Bandits killing men and women, setting their houses on fire and taking their children. Unfortunately their were so many. We came up with a two part plan. We would use makeshift torches in the woods to simulate an armed force coming for them. In the meantime Thfirion and me would infiltrate and get one of the ‘men’ under charm.
We were able to charm some type of cleric. I now know for some evil god. Bastard. I will enjoy killing him when his use to the side of good is over. They were going to sacrifice the children, the children!
Our plan however had a little snag. Apparently our little cat had sneaked arround and drawn the attention of a group of bandits. Some quick acting with the evil cleric by thfirion made him convinced that an army was coming to get them. He quickly took a large group of the bandits with him, but unfortunately also the children. We are going to save them.
The last battle was brutal. Although we came out barely alive we killed most of the bandits, again some of them got away. Damn my clumsiness! The next hours are a blur. Broham got another hug and I was able to bandage the wounds of my companions, then came the buisness of the poor village. They were gratefull to us but also begged that we go and save the children. In the morning unfortunately. We were in no shape to fight them now.
Some of the men were willing to go with us in this quest. Armed with weapons purloined from the bandits they were at least somewhat armed. With their gear, we might even be able to use some subterfurge again. I also was able to procure a shield, some studded armor. It was from the bandit leader I had slayed. I feel slightly more comfortable in it. The shield I will give to Broham. I will wield my lantern in combat like a priest of Ilena should! At least when light is needed. I also found a strange ring. I will let Thfirion look at it as he seems more knowlegable about these parts.
We will look for the bandits. We will find them and we will put them to justice. Those poor children. These poor people. After this quest is over I will ask that we stay in the village for a couple of days. These people will need a kind word. I must find Broham before I go to sleep. I could use a hug myself.

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From the Diary of the Broham

I write this so that the reader will be able to tell my family what happen to me so they will know who to blame.

It all started with a wagon full of smelly fish. Why did I have to say, “I want to go out and see the world.”? I now understand why my father smirked when he said he found the perfect job to let me see the world.
We were set upon by bandits, they killed out boss, I of course fought with great gusto and bravado as every great dwarf should.
He caught one of the filthy vermin, only to have him escape later thanks to our good cleric, but that is another story. After the attack we pressed on using our Johnny come lately Elf who claimed to have “over slept”. I mean really? Have you ever known of an elf that slept much less over slept? I think he was up to something and it was not sleeping. Can you believe he would not even give us her name? Of all the low down..But I digress.

So the Elf ohh fancy pants spots some smoke so we go and investigate. Turns out its more bandits but these guys are killing folks and stealing kids!! So I come up with this brilliant idea if I do say so myself only to have ole Fancy pants and Father cant tie a knot go all hide and seek.

You see my plan was to build these fires to make it look like the army from Falcon the next city over done come up on the scene and was looking to dish out some sharp ended justice so to make the kid stealers give up to us and every body comes away smelling like Aunt Coal’s Perfume. BUT NOOOOO. I look up and ole fancy pants and the cleric have vanished with out so much as a kiss my foot.

So I start lighting the fires cause this is too good of a plan and we done worked too hard to build the dang thangs. So when I get to the last of the bon fires who do I spot but cat our theif.ummm I mean our scout. It seems he also done made up his own plan and it was to pick a fight with the lot of em. I have to say that was a very drunken dwarf plan, that is to say not that bad, but still he up pe’ed in my beer mug with his do’ings he did. So I had to help him. Cant stand to see a lil’ guy like that get picked on by a bunch of them stupid hairy legged humans.

We fought em off, only to find out ole fancy pants talked some robe wearing weirdo into taking the kids they done put in a cage and running away. Just who’s side is fancy pants on anyway? To top things off the cleric helped him! But then again the cleric is pretty handy with that mace of his. We sold the fish to the villagers got our pay and sent the rest back to Tony’s family. That was our boss that got killed in the start of the whole thing.

Now we got to lick our wounds, and get ready to clean up ole fancy pants mess. Got to get the kids back. I wonder if he will “over sleep” this time too?
Whelp that’s all fur now. If your reading this it means I am dead. If you see my brother Crazy Ivan over at the Falling Orange Griffon give em this. I’m sure it will mean you get a free mug.

Broham Ironfist

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The Cat speaks!

What kind of a village doesn’t have a decent tailor? What kind of evil make them not have a TAILOR in the first place? I tell ya, me dear diary, the sooner I get to a good tailor the better. Sure, I look mighty fine in the clothes I have, but still… one suit can only go so far. I need more. to show off all me various aspects. Especially the bow&arrow. I’m a dive with the bow&arrow.

Now. This sorry excuse for a village doesn’t have a tailor. and no men either. And no kids, now that the tosspots we drove off earlier has taken them away. So it’s a village with only women. And my socalled “comrades” wanted to leave these 168 poor defenceless 18-23 year old women to fend for themselves and such, while the wasted their lives.

Well, not THIS Cat. I volunteered to stay and have se-he-herm…. to stay and see to their safety while the numpties followed the tosspots to the tower of the adder, or somesuch. That’s when this young Magic Maiden came and told me about all the fine clothes they have over there at the Adder Tower, the silver lined trousers, the gold lined shirts… and the ruby studded hats. WOW!!!! I’ll look AH- MAY- ZING!!!!! in such an outfit. So I followed the numpties so I could save their sorry behinds with my bow&arrow again. Did I say I’m a dive with the bow&arrow?

So… anyroads. We pushed on through the night after the tosspots, and we eventually stumbled upon their campsite. Well, the OTHERS stumbled, as I, of course, always keep me eyes peeled and me nose sharp. And I’m a good listener. And so I found the camp. Of course I did. Now… the Magic Maiden… Gwenda Gwanda or whatever her name was, she didn’t have a clue about clothes and style, so I quickly dismissed her name. Anyways, she had this magical spell and she used it. the camp of the tosspots fell asleep. Although, I’m sure that was because of them drinking too much rather than any “magic” on her side. But I kept that to meself, as none of the others seemed to detect the incredibly strong smell of wine on any of the tosspots.

The Barmy Army struck genius again, when they discovered they would be able to manage to kill the tosspots while the tosspots were sleeping off their drunken stupor. I thought to myself, “thank everything that is good in the world that these guys are only in charge of their own pair of socks” because that is how bright they are. Now, they’re a good bunch and we do have a laugh and such…. but none of them have a clue about fashion. And none of them have my body to REALLY show them clothes off with, either.

Well, in any case, while the numpties did the brave thing of killing sleeping tosspots, I snuck into their tent and had a look around. There was little of interest, but I found a small chest of sorts. Inside it was a massive lump of some pretty looking metallic-y thing, I stuffed that away in me cloak. There was also fairly dull-ish yellow scarf in there, and my first thought was to the Magic Maiden, if she tied this around her waist like a belt, then that would make her figure stand out more and and the slimmer looking waistline should distract from her hands… which she uses for those overly complicated mumbo jumbo movements of hers when she’s… uhm… “casting a spell” as she calls it. Well.. I’ll allow her to think that her “magic” is real…. hopefully she’ll wake up to reality.

Other than that, she’s a very nice girl though. If only she could get the notion of “magic” out of her head….

Well.. somehow, we rescued two kids from the tosspots, but apparently there was two more in the prison wagon. We followed the tracks, and soon enough we managed to catch up with it. Thfirion (that’s an Elven fella, following Arcane Panties… whatever that is…..) went on the left side of the road, and I on the right, both of us just behind the treeline on the side of the road so we would be mostly unseen until we loosened hell with our bow&arrows. What happened was, obviously, I let it rain death, while the Arcane Panty master got confused about what way the arrows were supposed to point…. and what way the bow was supposed to be, as well….

Well.. somehow, we rescued two kids from the tosspots, but apparently there was two more in the prison wagon. We followed the tracks, and soon enough we managed to catch up with it. Thfirion (that’s an Elven fella, following Arcane Panties… whatever that is…..) went on the left side of the road, and I on the right, both of us just behind the treeline on the side of the road so we would be mostly unseen until we loosened hell with our bow&arrows. What happened was, obviously, I let it rain death, while the Arcane Panty master got confused about what way the arrows were supposed to point…. and what way the bow was supposed to be, as well….I slayed at least three tosspots before they even had a clue what was happening, and then I slew at least three more before they had ran up to me and I had to switch out the bow&arrow for the short sword. Again, my blade dealt as much death as me arrows had, and soon the tosspots was retreating in terror. Although, not before one of them got in a lucky shot with a thrown stone that hit me on me head and knocked me out.

Well.. somehow, we rescued two kids from the tosspots, but apparently there was two more in the prison wagon. We followed the tracks, and soon enough we managed to catch up with it. Thfirion (that’s an Elven fella, following Arcane Panties… whatever that is…..) went on the left side of the road, and I on the right, both of us just behind the treeline on the side of the road so we would be mostly unseen until we loosened hell with our bow&arrows. What happened was, obviously, I let it rain death, while the Arcane Panty master got confused about what way the arrows were supposed to point…. and what way the bow was supposed to be, as well….I slayed at least three tosspots before they even had a clue what was happening, and then I slew at least three more before they had ran up to me and I had to switch out the bow&arrow for the short sword. Again, my blade dealt as much death as me arrows had, and soon the tosspots was retreating in terror. Although, not before one of them got in a lucky shot with a thrown stone that hit me on me head and knocked me out.I don’t remember what happened next, only that I woke up with the the Magic Maidens’ worried face above me. I think she might have a crush on me already, and I can’t say I blame her… I mean… Seriously… My bum in THESE pants??? That’s enough to make a straight GUY have a crush on me.

Well.. somehow, we rescued two kids from the tosspots, but apparently there was two more in the prison wagon. We followed the tracks, and soon enough we managed to catch up with it. Thfirion (that’s an Elven fella, following Arcane Panties… whatever that is…..) went on the left side of the road, and I on the right, both of us just behind the treeline on the side of the road so we would be mostly unseen until we loosened hell with our bow&arrows. What happened was, obviously, I let it rain death, while the Arcane Panty master got confused about what way the arrows were supposed to point…. and what way the bow was supposed to be, as well….I slayed at least three tosspots before they even had a clue what was happening, and then I slew at least three more before they had ran up to me and I had to switch out the bow&arrow for the short sword. Again, my blade dealt as much death as me arrows had, and soon the tosspots was retreating in terror. Although, not before one of them got in a lucky shot with a thrown stone that hit me on me head and knocked me out.I don’t remember what happened next, only that I woke up with the the Magic Maidens’ worried face above me. I think she might have a crush on me already, and I can’t say I blame her… I mean… Seriously… My bum in THESE pants??? That’s enough to make a straight GUY have a crush on me.— Excerpts from the diaries of Danny “Cat” JayJay

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The things you find while walking through the forest.....
Or, Clerics, and Thieves, and Elves....Oh My!!!!

So, dear diary, I must update you as to this latest chapter of my life. Finally, something out of the ordinary has happened! As I was walking through the woods, on my way to find my fortune in the world, I stumbled across a confusing group of males who were in a panic about some lost children they were attempting to track. Men never can find anything without a woman’s help, now can they? So I—being of the helpful sort of female—agreed to join up with them to help them with their quest. Perhaps there will be fortunes to find and treasure to be had with this band of creatures? Only time will tell. There was a elf (who seems to be nicknamed “Fancy Pants”) and who appears to be overly fond of napping especially at inopportune moments, an earnest-looking cleric, a blustery dwarf who likes his drink, a strong but silent warrior-type, and a weasel-y looking character who insists on calling himself “Danny the Cat” and who is obsessed with his outfits and who has a habit of blundering into everything….I’ll have to keep my eye on that one. Something is not right about him…..The others have not revealed much about themselves to me, but seem trustworthy enough for the moment. Until I get to know each of them better, I’ll have to keep my watch up.

It seems that a group of bandits broke into a local village and stole all the children and were on the way to a snake tower with them! Poor children! A snake tower doesn’t sound like a very good place to bring curious, frightened children. But, men will be men, and who am I to laugh about it?

We came across an odd little man who was able to give us directions to a local bandit camp. And then on our way there, we ran into yet another man—both blind and demented—who gave us the way to the Snake Tower. How fortuitous! Soooo…after a bit of walking, we spied the bandit camp through the trees…..many men eating, drinking, and doing manly sorts of things. The group was uncertain what to do next, so I let them know that I had the ability to perform a bit of magic that would put the entire camp to sleep so we could then sneak in un-noticed to search for the children and treasure. They agreed, and so I put the camp to sleep.

Threading our way through the sleeping bandits, we discovered two of the children locked in a cage on a wagon. We freed them, woke them up, and assured them that we were here to rescue them, then I took them off to a safe place away from the grisly throat-cutting that was taking place. I did not want the children to be frightened by the sight of blood and gore after so much had already happened to them! After calming them down, we were able to question them to find out about the other children. They pointed in the direction of the Snake Tower and so we agreed to head there, but only after the weasel-y one came up to me and handed me a beautiful yellow sash as he mumbled something about my outfit…..hmmm…he’s an odd one, all right….and besides….this is no place for girly, flowing robes! I’d get caught on bushes and thorns and all matter of burrs would be sticking to it.

We set off towards the Snake Tower and after a while, could see a wagon in the distance, surrounded by bandits. We came up with a plan for the others to flank the wagon, while I protected the children from any fighting and gore. Usually I prefer to be right in the thick of it when there’s excitement to be had, but in this instance, I only had a lowly dagger compared to the mighty weapons of my bandmates. Also, I did not feel up to performing any more magic, so I did not think I would be of much use, and so I reluctantly agreed to stay a step behind to protect the young ones, who were, after all, the reason for our quest towards the Snake Tower.

A battle ensued…from my vantage point, I could see the wagon in the middle of the road, but unfortunately all of my fellows were obscured by flora and fauna. I could hear shouts and then noticed that they died down on one side, and that some bandits ran from there to the other side suddenly. Worried that one of my compatriots might be in need of assistance, I told the children we were going to play hide and seek and that they should stay here with their eyes covered ’til I came back to find them. I snuck down my side of the road, eventually coming across the fallen elf, who I quickly bandaged and looked after until he was stable. Worried at the sudden silence, I crossed the road and bandaged one after another of my mates, finally ending with the so-called “Cat.”

Our weary, broken group banded together and decided to rest a bit before continuing on. The horses had long since run off with the wagon towards the Snake Tower and were no longer in sight. I went back for the children and brought them to our makeshift camp, then settled down for some much-needed rest.

Meanwhile, the Snake Tower beckons….

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