If you are reading this, there's a good chance I am dead. For you see, I've become an adventurer, and I'm keeping this journal to chronicle those very adventures, record my thoughts, maintain my research on the strange creatures and people I encounter, and in the worst case give my poor mother some idea what became of me in my wanderings should I not return to my home and family in Kings Bridge.
So if I am, in fact, dead, please see to it that this book is returned to my mother, or if she's dead, my mentor, the wizard Richard. If he's dead too, well, please take it to my friend Pinky who lives in Myrthwood.
So, who am I? I'm a tall lad of 18 years. People tell me I'm a genius. No, really, they do. It's not a big deal really, but it does make learning magic much easier. I made extra money for my family performing feats of memory and calculation on the town square for the entertainment the townspeople, which brought me to the attention of Richard, a local wizard of some renown who needed a student to 1)mop the floors of his keep on the outskirts of town 2) check every morning to make sure he still alive 3) learn magic from him and carry on his legacy.
As I write this first journal entry I have been on the road, adventuring, for several months. I'll not give you all the details of all that has come before. A summary will, I think, suffice.
So, let me start here, and see how much I feel like writing before I go to sleep.
Some months ago my friend Wendrey and I were in town at our favorite local pub. Oh yes, forgot to mention, Wendrey is a halfling. People love Wendrey. He's a cleric, and he's also something of a trickster. A top bloke, that one!
Now, I've found that I've somewhat an affinity for Illusion magic, which also lends itself to trickery, so Wendrey and I get along quite well.
Wendrey and I embarrassed some local tough guys who were extorting the tavern owner. A little do-gooding on our part. Well, that landed us in some hot water, and Richard suggested we might want to leave town for a bit and let things cool down. He sent us on job with my friend Joe the Barbarian, Derrick the Druid, and Killian, who is an elf and a ranger.
We were to accompany a fellow named Jason to deliver some strange metal to some associates in another city.
On the way to do this simple task we were attacked by kobolds multiple times (we think someone put them up to it as it was an ongoing problem), journeyed through Myrthwood and met some faeries, a satyr, a faerie dragon...oh...forgot to mention the hag we fought in a weird sailing ship we found in the woods.
Also, the Kobolds killed Jason on our first encounter with them. Not great.
Suffice to say we have been through a lot, and find ourselves now, having delivered our cargo, in another city which was also dealing with a kobold problem. Why the little bastards are such...errrr...bastards I have no idea. At any rate, we just killed a bunch of them in the sewer, where we fought an otyugh (which we left alive) and killed a few other monsters. The otyugh bit me. It really hurt, and now I'm a bit sick from the bite. Gonna have to see about a cure disease spell as soon as I can.
Oh yes - almost forgot to mention that during that adventure in the sewer we saved a kidnapped baby, which was really the point of being down there.
We've been on the road for quite a few weeks now. I'm getting better at magic, but I have to admit my crossbow is really coming in handy. Glad I found it in Richard's barn.
More later...
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