Feb. 11th, 2009

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Day 1

I take up this pen to record the events of my time in this strange new land. My memory seems to be unreliable at best, as I can remember my name, a few details of the shipwreck, a few other things that come to me as they will, and nothing else.  It therefore seems a wise idea to keep a journal, in case my memory fails me again.

As I mentioned, we were shipwrecked, and apparently washed upon the shore some days ago. The only survivors seem to be one of the crew (a darfallen), myself, and the most bubble-headed elf I have ever had the displeasure to meet.  I will admit I spent the better part of the day blaming the darfallen for the wreck, but after we set out, it seemed a bit pointless.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

We awoke in a hospital of sorts, with a neanderthal woman who had apparently gotten caught in a snow storm.  They tell me that it's summer here, but the ground is covered with a thick blanket of snow.  And despite what they continue to tell me about the unseasonably warm weather, it's cold.  So very cold.  After a warm bath and some clean clothes, we were taken to see the lord of the keep by a halfling who Megala (the aforementioned neanderthal, who I like to call Megs) has dubed "Appetizer".  The elf she calls "Bunny", and the darfallen she calls "Clicky" due to the clicks inherent in the orca-woman's language.  She promptly dubed the lord of the keep "sparkle bunny" due, I imagine, to the silver that tipped his ears.  I was afraid for a moment that he would be offended, but he seems to humor her, which, I admit, despite everyhting else, endears him to me a bit.  For a big and intimidating as she is, she is really rather sweet.

Anyway, the hafling and the lord don't seem to get along, and the elf... well... she seemed to think it was love at first sight.  He is attractive in the way that elves usualy are, but I don't think that it warants nearly the reaction she gave.

It seems were are rather in his debt.  In a very real monetary way.  I suppose in a place as arctic as this there isn't much room for charity.  In return, we are to work for him.  Our first assignment it seems is to go check out this haunt where a knight of the same order as our host went... well... insane.

Everyone keeps telling us we don't want to go up there.  I keep agreeing, but saying that we haven't a choice.

We bought supplies... and went a bit overbord.  I was about ready to take a few things off our list, when that blasted elf told her thet his Lordship was taking care of the tab.  He's gonna kill us.  So now we are camped on the edge of town, so as to temporarily avoid his wrath.  The darfallen and I share a tent, so it seems rather pointless to hold a grudge.  Don't go to bed angry an all that.

Tomorrow we start the two day journey to the cave.



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