The following is a recollection from Vralino Hammer-Shield, a 15 year old Ork girl with limited exposure to society. In this entry, Elisen, LaShana, Mazor, and Thorkell have discovered one of her gahads to involve liars. The text remains unaltered to maintain its authenticity (Certain terms and names written wrong to keep in character). It is written in Or'zet.
I woke up late today. I found
Thorkell looking over a job to find a trader and find out the source of his wares. It's too early for this, but it's another journey outside of Throal. We found
Elisen,
LaShana, and
Mazor and went searching for the person who would hopefully hire us. She was a very physically attractive elf. Attractive by human standards, anyway. Good thing it was
Thorkell and a bunch of windlings. It'd be embarrassing if one of my crew started flirting with one of the employers. She was searching for a man by the name of Henrick Kimball. He was last seen or was from the south, I forget which it was. So we're heading to Jupiter Hollows. I can't remember the last time I was there.
We went to Jupiter Hollows and I went to go talk to some of the orphans to see if they had noticed Henrick. Unfortunately they had no information. The rest of the party discovered that his travels went through Clear Creek Crossing. I knew the Corporal of the Guard there, and he had a pretty detailed log about Henrick. Henrick had come through a couple weeks ago in a small cart dressed as if he had little money. His greeting ritual was singing, and he sang loudly and passionately. This was enough information to be able to describe him to others we saw as we followed his trail, as well as identify him if we saw him ourselves. Our next stop will be Sosanosopa.
When we got to Sosanosopa, I spoke to the guard with the description of the man.
Shana and I were able to find out that he headed north across the Serpent River. We ended up staying the night and leaving in the morning. Overall, this entire job is looking more and more like a boring investigation. I'm helping out the crew a lot, but I wish something more exciting would happen.
We caught up to Henrick. He was being attacked by some Ice Flyers of some sort. They were really hard to hit.
Mazor got into a shouting match with one of them after commanding another one to leave.
Thorkell was able to kill one with his sling. I saw
Shana hide under Henrick's cart at one point, and
Elisen was frozen for most of the battle. As for me, I didn't take any damage, but the best I could do was throw my spears at the winged monkeys. I didn't hit any of them, so I was just running back and forth, picking up spears and throwing them over and over. Henrick was thankful, and sold a figgety-gidget to
Shana. Usually it would have sold for 100 silver pieces, but she got a discount and was able to buy it for 15! She's so lucky.
Thorkell tried examining it, but couldn't really specify anything about it, but for 100 silver, it has to be valuable! We were allowed to escort Henrick to his shrine or temple or something where he was going to perform a sacred ritual. I'm so glad we were able to keep him from dying. He's so devoted to his Passion.
His passion is tomb raiding. Henrick is the worst kind of person imaginable! Not only did he not perform any sacred rituals, but he was robbing an old castle of some sort! I can't believe he lied to us! When I found out, I just lost control. I had to hit him. Just once, maybe a dozen times, I don't know. The crew had to restrain me. I was so pissed. I can't believe they all saw me like that. I mean, I've lost my temper before, but this made it look like I was mildly upset last time. Then they started talking about some sort of horror mark. The guy had this book, triple locked.
Shana couldn't even attempt to open it. She knew it was complex without trying, though. She's really good with mechanical things. We argued for about half an hour about what to do with him. He tried running away, only to be knocked unconscious by
Mazor. We ended up taking him back to Throal. There's a powerful spell slinger there who can probably fix him.
It's been about a week. Two weeks? Maybe somewhere in between. When we got back to Throal, we told the authorities what happened and we were imprisoned for an investigation. What did I even do wrong? I really need to pay more attention to what's going on around me. At least I had time to heal my wounds and recover for the next job. I wonder what they did with Henrick? How did
Thorkell do with the imprisonment? Who's gonna feed
Shana's foxel!?! Does he need to be taken care of? She leaves him at home alone a lot. Maybe he's ok. Anyway, this entire job sucked. I forgot to write about the damn Dire Wolves. One of them took a chunk out of my leg! Just bit and swallowed. Didn't even need any barbecue sauce! I must be a tasty snack. I hear that's a good thing.