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Ludicrous Beginnings
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Awakening in an amnesic capacity upon an unknown mountain I found myself hindered. Accomplishing nothing in regards towards recalling anything of this world I fear something mythical in nature has molested my memories. Others encompassed the vicinity of the mountain side. Amongst them included a dwarf enveloped in armor with a chivailous background I presumed with a coat of arms on the shield. Two appeared ensnared by nature, one which was a fellow Fae with a miniature one with wings and one naturally another dwarf. Still unconscious was some hooded human and a lesser fae that I admittedly forecast as a woodsman. Practically omitting in my conscious was an older human, practically an anonymity for he should not adventuring.

Two mounts graced our presence; one a barbarous lizard associated with the Dwarven knight and an alluring ebony steed that bearing the crest of some house I had affinity with. The horse was smitten with me until I withdrew these items from my backpack. Why would this marvelous creature held contempt for this symbol left me baffled. Nonetheless, bickering with most of the lessers I found the idea of traveling on the mountain…. asinine. Two days went by, the only moment worth acknowledgment became noticing a cavern. Dommoki Trollbane retained enough curiosity and courage to shuffle ahead. Occupied by bears with what he later described as a fearsome mother, we retreated as swiftly as one can go hindered by the rocky terrain.

Envisioning magic for his mode of transportation, we ran away but I pushed the idea of heading to the plains as Sirion the other magi agreed with my assessment and the others. A bountiful amount of game was within the area for certain periods. Unfortunately the dwarf Dorek almost ate a toadstool aka poisonous mushroom. Seizing them for a future usage, I found it was fortuitous to cook their meals and if a true danger poison. As days went on…another of my traveling troupe woke up, previously placed on the giant lizard and lacking memories as well after seven days wandering the lands

A day later near nightfall we noticed a group of horsemen. A closer observation told me these were fae and unlike the rest saw they possess my coat of arms. Before a skirmish could be established they relinquish their arms and bowed…" my prince". I was bewildered and as anticipated my hubris made me quite flattered. The older male attempted to masquerade our follies, though they found the lie hilarious. That moment of pride was severed hearing this town I resided within was besieged by an unknown force..something referring to undead and whatnot. Condemned by this lack of memories left me ignorant as a child. They went through a marathon on horse to retreat from the enemy. Although we fed them, most died during the night as well as the steeds. Remaining were four; two Eldakar women by the name of Lavilla and Yeserra. One male Alakar by the name Nessius and a female named Arianna. Christened as my honor guard, the following two days involved this encampment.. but discovering you are the last of your line is quite discouraging and whatever these lorewardens were…Dorek was connected to them. Dommoki went missing for a while, later to learn he ate some berries and was found unconscious by the ranger Shade. To think ten days have passed thus far.

Impaling Hazards
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Reflecting upon events unfolding the last few days…body stinging ceaselessly for a vivid recollection. The Dwarvish druid as the my kin mention being alike from Sirion, but due towards different patrons was laid unconscious from berries and retrieved back to our little league of wandering people with no immediate goals. Inadequate equipment, not to mention a complete lack of knowing when he consumed the berries left me oblivious on the effects of what he ate. My apathy admittedly dismissed his state, however he ventured to somewhat alert us on the bears so it was only proper to travel. Dorek amusingly straddled a horse awkwardly while the large lizard carried the sleeping Dwarf.

How accursed were we truly as only a day skipped as our frequent acts of hunting the wild life eventually turned ironic as an ample quantity of wolves stopped us from advancing. Horses were scared off, two distinctly almost mortally wounded amidst the chaos. My guards had them scattered thanks to the arrows. Dorek demonstrated strangely decent horsemanship as he slayed the predators. Royburt that decrepit human was lost to me, though his efforts were chasing after the horses with the ranger and Eldakar druid. My own fencing prowess remarkably familiar though how I acquire it….I oddly do not know. A catalyst for making the trip grimmer was witnessing later that Nessius was killed thanks to the collapsing mass of his riding horse, otherwise others escaped practically unscathed. Though looting in nature, we could not afford to bury him with his gear. After the time passed to recover the steeds, we moved forward.

Of particular note was in the horizon with acute vision foreseeing something marvelous perhaps, but gigantic in physique. The withered elder was adamant on not following its trajectory. I suppose his cautious nature was warranted for we ourselves were too ignorant to know exactly what was there. For as we traverse further as on track to our destination it seem, an abominable entity reared its head. A creature unknown to me, bearing the form of a humanoid with an abnormal musculature befitting for a Bull, its fixation was directly on the most elegant of our troupe. Yours truly was the target, producing two holes in my dazzling tunic as horns penetrated through the chest slightly with an immediate thrashing as I was launched away from Maximilius.

Adrenaline pumping, allowing emotions to affect my movements as only temporarily watching the old man taunting it to follow his lead. I think lunacy has affected him or he hid some wisdom that thus far was withheld. Whatever was forged from my marvelous rapier, it reacted harshly to the thrust of the blade as I tried to detract it from my steed. Following volley of arrows from Dommoki and my guards, it was satisfying to see something phase it momentarily. Though odds were on our side, most heart wrecking was seeing my companion struck down while getting kicked aside. Sirion remaining most stolid unleashed a powerful surge of energy that was cumulative with the attacks we inflicted. It finally died and through a miracle my steed Maximilius survived the ordeal. By the gods of this world I owed them now.

Burdensome Hubris
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No opportunity of rest would be afforded, even immediately after the encounter with the uncanny beast of unknown origin. Horns removed, we traveled with hope of reaching civilization after all my delicate eyes have seen, though worsen with recognition of everything associated from magic stripping the memories and knowledge of this world and its people familiar to us all. Emerging in our line of sight was farmlands, typically proof that it was within the realm of prospective meetings with civilization soon. My guards attempted subterfuge but to no success, though it confirmed a friendly face in the form of a farmer who we later learned was named Harold.

A treasure of insight or at least that was my initial thought until conversation reminded me they were isolated simpletons. Though two confirmations were made; the town we seek was not too far along, however most alluring was hearing about a wizard causing distress. Hearing such a term was associated with spellcraft and whatnot definitely perked my interest though wandering there was not suggested. It was clearer just based on his words that the bull creature called a Taurus was the abomination we fought. In hindsight my decision caused issues for after a day or two I risked my kingdom’s longevity traveling at night just for the ideal encounter with a bed. It also demonstrated most of my present company lacked spines as well.

Ambushed in the darkness, arrows pierced through Arianna. She was morally wounded from the sneak attack from afar while the rest of us receiving minor scratches. We had a chance, but survival was more paramount for my guard’s sake and naturally not to add further graves on the list. My honeyed words convinced them to have us live, dropping our coinage or to their knowledge. I know skewering them was a plan for the future. Forced to camp in the road I awaited for them to catch us. I was berated, though the old man warranted hostile words for people not responsible. Nonetheless I went with the Dwarven knight Dorek into our destination. I expected more, but was excessively happy nonetheless for reaching it. Finding a church would be an educational lesson for later, that acolyte telling me of the Silver Unicorn Ceselia. Unfortunately I had to interrupt her pressed on time , yet learning they help her thrilled my heart.

We returned with no time to search for the Constable, one who later based on conversing with the farmer the following day mentioned searching for those bandits. Needless to state it all, he allowed us to use his wagon. Possessing enough horses we left while Dommoki tended to her. Sirion and Dorek had adventures in the town I care little about. Though some issues arised we finally made it there. With enough spreading about the wizards, mention of the bandits and the intent to learn more, we were going to take advantage of the area for a while.

Debilitating Trek
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Writing this I fear my assumption of civilization was too entrusted for these people lack the intelligent or excitement to keep one frozen in place. This town had benefits, mainly the Acolyte’s generosity as this entity representing the Silver Unicorn Celesia kept Arianna safe and compared to our journey thus far an opportunity for true sleep. Yaserra assisted while I monitor Arrianna by buying the rooms and securing stables for the horses for a week. What surprised me immensely was the later report of spotting a Fae in the vicinity. I comprehended cautious, though I wished she went to the figure to perhaps get answers.

The couple of days spent were uneventful unfortunately. I believe the only noteworthy activities happened to be the following. This person in charge we have heard much about has yet to be seen based on conversations with the locals. A Carpenter was a little far out there doing work, but probably most fascinating was the encounter with the anxious young Alchemist. Another intuitive moment from Yaserra helped us aplenty as an explosion followed after hearing a disturbing whistling sound. Apparently Alchemist were verse in concoctions , though in my honest opinion their gifts would be better spent on warfare. Nonetheless we learned he needed ingredients. The ironic portion of writing this currently is learning the whereabouts align to where this lawman has vanished and was halfway through a minor job as well. Each were bond towards a territory belonging to this savaged Wizard people describe frequently. I suppose amidst all of these tasks we might as well greet a spellcaster.

Accursed Aerial Antics
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Bedeviled predominantly from lingering injuries, I reflect back to the how this unfolded to bring us to this calamitous scenario. Purchasing equipment for the peril we certainly were riding towards, it took great restraint to tell my guards to remain stationary. Partly for protection, another for keeping Arianna company, and lastly to amass more knowledge upon the area which included sighs of that mysterious Fae Yaserra spotted in the tavern.

Pacing ourselves this trek suddenly quicken with Dommok spotting smoke in the horizon. Royburt was an endangerment to himself, tying rope to the steed and proceeding to fall off as well. Excusing myself from putting the fires out became a stark reaction towards all the hazards witnessed thus far. Maintaining eyes on the surrounding implied a good hint of caution for the meanwhile. While investigating the terrain I noticed tracks which added to the horrific possibility of a raider attack where the majority of their resources, including the family was taken from home. Less about pandering than it was the nagging feeling of remaining gallant, we moved with haste, yet not with intent to travel by nightfall.

Personally my foresight into this wizard pertains to the abomination and second hand accounts. Already I was growing frustrated as some aerial beasts with the exterior of a woman lingered in the skies. There were moments where my mental faculties escaped me, but the old human possess some skill of sort or luck. Further demonstrating a wordsmith’s glamour potentially honed by his age, it was enough to allow an opportunity for me to break the trace. Dommoki eventually freed himself, but in a crude form after getting carried off mid battle with the creatures. Chest level for a Dwarf I surmise as problematic for his mandible shredded through breast and nipple, breaking his fall by her body and killing it unconscious. My luck wasn’t so apparent,…or at least it diverged steadily.

Plunging a precise shot commanding tremendous speed and brillant archery shot into the mouth of one. Barely alive from my response to this hypnotic song, she had quite the grudge. Amidst our archery skirmish, two met orally for revenge I predicted. A few of my own hit other particular spots. Of distinction one distracted the winged harlot that triggered its death by distraction thanks to the lewd bearded earth person. Royburt sang a sentence or two to bait one fixated to the ground to pursue yours truly. Fortunate it missed, unfortunately the decrepit staff warrior lacked the timing to phase him properly. I answered with an arrow and thrust of the rapier. Tragically they hit Roybert while Dommoki fired away with a crossbow. His inferior stance and movements caused his discord, but not taking it lightly reopened a wound by tripping me. Maybe we amused them, but soon they left and we each were inflicted with injuries. Even partially healed, the question remained; Do we follow them or not?

Why did it have to be Bees and Flying Beasts?
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Body seem accommodating the sensation of that winged harlot obsessed with invading my mouth with sharp arrows. Camping would be implausible in this scenario, obliged to shift this this group away from danger. Evasion from one threat transpire into another by the form of bees of unnatural size. Though my traveling companions might scorn this elegant Eldakar, my excellent steed drove me away from the bees. Luckily my beauty was untarnished initially, these antics bringing me face to face with the wretched hive of winged women.

One acute observation was the one I wounded gave a vindictive glare. Wind accelerated in the afternoon, her fixation on a distinct area to wound me further. Pain barely faded from my cheek punctured, witnessing something out of divine intervention or something stroke of luck. Shot through the heart one of the winged harlots was assaulted by accident by behind, dropping into the ground. Immediately the archery battle was fierce. Both of us planted stream of arrows, wounding ourselves as time progressed. Before it was over another arrow marked my beauty, but my revenge would not falter as a third arrow finally drove her into the ground with the inaccurate third beast soaring away to safety. Despite being outnumbered I survived this encounter, now needing some authentic first aid for this surprise skirmish of ranged proportions.

Payback hurts like an arrow
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Resurfacing from the pain radiating throughout my chest, I can count my armor and probably the Fae’s patron itself for keeping me breathing. Recollecting events everyone got to meet the little green creature known as a Goblin. Calling himself Agdan, he supplied his grubby fingers with honey. Siroin’s diminutive comrade in arms Tithen barely could not neglect her avaricious hunger. For one of the fae or in her case bastardization, she let herself get affected too easily.

Addressing that notion we finally caught up with the scoundrels responsible for the apprehension of the farmers. From afar it was not too defined, however utilizing my superior eye sight and firing at the correct trajectory produced adequate results. Felling the first of these marauders brought a sense of superiority. Dorek leading the close range assault probably was an oversight he would not second guess again. Closer observation told me these were men attached to horses bodies….a peculiar combination but likely an experiment from this Wizard. Finding their melee prowess above average, hamstringing the adversaries from afar seem a most appropriate tactic. Doing exceptional in my shot hit an artery, my victory as numbers started to thin between I and Siroin’s display of magical ability left a good feeling in my chest.

I made a huge miscalculation in that emotion. The arrow sticking into my chest was the sensation as I fell into unconsciousness. After my recovery I learned they left the farmers and half their numbers were eliminated. We saved them, and relutantly lead them back to the farmland. Fortunately, we were fed for our troubles and for whatever deranged reason the Eldakar druid destroyed the sack of honey. Why no idea, though it briefly seem connected to the sentient bug of a Fae. Nonetheless we dallied too long, we needed to see what was ahead for all of us…even the new arrival Agdan.

Honey Day
Finally someone to talk to

So this day I was out looking for honey, expecially honey of the demon bees. Really sweet and easy to use in cooking and brewing mead. Sell for a decent amount of money, and will make even humans talk to me for a little while.

Well I met a group of beings, one stocky on a big lizard, some tall pale persons with pointy ears, on horses and a old man. They had angered a hive of demon bees. They were thankfully capable of handling the hive, making acquiring the honey easy. They got a little help from me.

So they were hunting some beings that were abducting local farmers, and a evil wizard that apparently is behind the evil mutant creatures. So I decided to join them, partly because they wan’t to talk to me and helping the area might make people wan’t to talk to me.

Also some small adorable flying being called Tith, that really liked my honey. So much that her master had to blow up my honey. Which was awesome, the explosion that is, not loosing the honey. Guess he owe me 50 gold now. What was his name again, Sirion I think.

Well a day of travel we came across some weird man horse hybrid. Which the fighters of the group handled pretty easily. My mule not making for a great combat steed. But being behind, did make me close, when one of the pointy ears, decided to get a arrow in his chest. He needed help to have it removed.

After the scuffle we escorted the farmers home, so they would not get abducted again. Supplies was provided, and now we are ready to hunt again. Without honey now thou.

Scale Treasure
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Time appeared limitless, myself inclined to not let this despicable spell caster continue his grotesque experiments spawning Ox-men, winged harlots, even horseman marauders. Musing on the heroic conviction of my peers, we received an amplitude amount of food to digress slightly. Encountering some large feline wasn’t on my schedule, a few minor scarches before the combined might of the others forced it away. Comically though not to the amusement of my fellow kin Sirion,his faery companion’s addiction for honey left her temperamental. Stirring towards the apex of frustration was his accounts of running into another hive, neutralizing the threat with foreboding words of abandonment should her behavior continue.

Exploring further north luck was on our side thus far, escaping any skirmishes with decent scenery of the mountains. Dommoki’s services helped with grasping some of the herbal ingredients the noxious alchemist yearned for in exchange for granting himself and by extension us some potions with a healing property. Still this group was getting bizarre with Dorek’s mysterious canine following us.

Dorek’s lizard was rather intimidating, however it paled in comparison to the colossal lizard whose domain we entered unknowingly. Frightened or at least by my assumption it was of its larger cousin, it forced its rider into the opposite direction. Retreating like most of the druids would desire probably would not work. Conjured through its mouth were flames, fatally cooking the poor feral canine Dorek had slowly befriend. Many of us needed to evade as minor burns encompassed a few of the group. Preferring not to be laid on the grass again, I unleashed a precise shot of an arrow into the right eye socket predicting we could blind or find a place unarmored at least. Surprisingly it was an adequate plan, though I belittle myself to think it would warrant no result. Sirion finished it with some offensive magic of his own, crackling through its other eye as it laid there dead. Under the proposal of Sirion he wished to slice the beast open for treasure. To my amazement it contained jewels and copious amount of meat and other resources. A shame we threw away another week, but the fruit to our labor likely would mean better resources for the impending future.


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