SONG and Sorcery

Reagar's Readings, Day 1

A Character's Adventurer Log

I volunteered to bodyguard this emissary or ambassador or something. I don't really know. They promised me some action. Its been very boring. I might as well have just stayed home and patrol the mines. Get more action cleaving giant rants in two than I did here.

We got to town and this festival thing was happening. I don't really care. I stayed behind and watched the humans and the stupid elves do their little dances and celebrate their little minds. 

There was some commotion over by the church and they hauled some dumbass inside. I had doubted I'll ever see him again. He was probably as good as dead but then they rounded up all the people and told us some tragedy happened. "Finally, some action!" I had thought. But I was very wrong. They wanted to fatten and pamper and get us drunk for a whole night before going to save this guy in this shady town several miles away as the crow flies. 

My blood was raging and desiring action. I found the biggest guy there, some Dragonborn in heavy armor and asked his opinion. He had been silent all day, simply a passive observer. But Dragonborn are like me. They excel in action, in the thick of things, letting their dragon blood take over and destroy their enemies. He said little to me but he agreed that it was pointless. 

Without another word, I left this idiotic human settlement. Let them drink and get fat. There was glorious battle to be done. While they slept, I would find glory.

It wasn't long before I found an entourage following me. Seems like it was the people who volunteered to go to the settlement. There was little talk, just the way I like it. Let the battle speak for me. My axe is the most vocal part of my body.

The air was getting thick and murky and the ground became treacherous to walk on. We found a wooden path and went along that. What stupid humans.. why would they settle out here? Dumbasses, all of them.

There was battle but it barely appeased the bloodlust in my veins. Some snakes and a frog. Moradin's Piss would make a harder-fought battle. I cleaved the snake in half, and tore off a sizeable chunk of toad before it fell. It was a big one so I grabbed it. It might make a decent meal, better than the piss water they serve at these human settlements. I swear they never heard of Dwarven drinks. 

Glory was not done this day but I can feel it ahead, thick as shit on a cow farm. I may have to lead this group of vagabonds, these fairy elves and these frail humans into battle. Let them see how Dwarves take action. 



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