Recovering from the Gala
We are still in Chortu. I needed some time alone, so I ventured off to hunt some rabbits and squirrels. I shared some food with Atoth when I got back to the hostel. He talked mostly in grunts. I just joined him. It's hard to know what to say when one of your friends barely makes it back from the cliff-of-death, right in front of you.
After Xune's brush with death, I've concluded that I need more substantial armor. Nothing heavy - I still want to be able to sneak up on my prey - but something more than my usual leather. I wandered Chortu and found an armory called The Scepter and Shield. I bought some studded leather armor enchanted to protect me from necrotic damage. I hope that will help me in the ultimate battle, the one that seems to creep closer with every day. The stitcher, a goblin named Meek, seemed surprised at my choice. Necromancy is a foreign magic to this continent. For now, at least.
On a lighter note, Atoth and I had a spa day at The Draughthouse. The dwarven proprietor, Lester, took excellent care of us. I sure hope we can visit again. It's already been 8 hours and my hair still reeks of huckleberries! Atoth went with a roast beef scent. Weirdo. A lovable weirdo.
As I write this evening at a tavern table, Mylla and her brother are getting hammered next to me. Their relationship is confusing to me. I reckon it's confusing to them too, with his uncertain parentage. He's also trapped in servitude to some gold-hungry, slave-driver of a church. Teysa's name may be too much like mine, but I'm seriously considering giving her my support. But I must be careful, my father always warned me that I must follow with sound eyes, ears, and conscience. As for Lukos, well, I feel we've got more important things to move on to. Based on prior experience, Mylla's relatives aren't good for much of anything. Still, for Mylla's sake, I hope Lukos can break free.
And damn, Xune just returned to the tavern/hostel in an odd mood (odder than usual, at least), and promptly ordered a TANKARD of wine. It's always a wild card when Xune wanders off alone. Who f***ing knows what happened? But I don't care. Imma order one too! Until tomorrow, paper friend!
Jagh!
The major events and journals in Tasya's history, from the beginning to today.
Recovering from the Gala
We are still in Chortu. I needed some time alone, so I went and picked off some rabbits and squirrels, spent some time alone in the woods surrounding the city. I shared some food with Atoth when I got back to the hostel. He talked mostly in grunts - not s...
05:41 am - 03.05.2020The list of amazing people following the adventures of Tasya.
Social
Birthplace
The Isles of Ice
Current Residence
The F***ing Tavern
Contacts & Relations
Fond of dwarves, with whom she worked with growing up in the Isles of Ice (she does speak some broken dwarvish)
A little slower to trust medium-size folk (elves, humans) and even slower with large races (dragonborn, etc.) - she is tiny, after all
Wealth & Financial state
Poor AF
Social Aptitude
Socially awkward, owing to her isolated upbringing
Hobbies & Pets
Tasya knits. She is also known to use her knitting needles as weapons in a pinch.