Adventure Journal #2 by Joxiris Feruth | World Anvil

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Tue 19th Jun 2018 04:36

Adventure Journal #2

by Joxiris Feruth

After a good nights rest we woke up bright and way too early and got busy. I went to all my Firbolg friends to get them to take care of my cabin while I was gone but nobody would take it from me. Eventually Val was nice enough to take it while I was gone. He's so nice! Later that day Romelus and Remi wanted to talk to the spirit in the tree from yesterday after we got driven off. I kept telling them that the spirit didn't want to be disturbed, but they're so damn stubborn when they set their minds to something.
 
So we went to the forest again and Romelus keeps telling me a talking bear wants me to meet him. I tried to explain that bears have their own language that only they and druids can understand. I thought he was a druid at first, but that bear really was trying to speak in common. He spoke worse than me! He told me in druidic that the spirit wanted to talk to me. Me! I guess people here really like me. The bear led me into the woods and to this puddle. I saw a person in the puddle who offered me a̟͚ͥ̈́ͫ̾́ͫn̛̻̺͓̝̮̯̋͋ͨ̃́̉ ̴͉̲͙̼̙̤̌̃o̤͚͉ͬ̐r̭̳̪̒̀͂͊ͦâ̫͑̃ͪ́n̦̖͍͂ͬ̂̊̌̃g̼̰͔̩̎e̺̗ͧͩ̊͌ͨ.̽̉ͪͭ҉̯̖ͅ ̞͈ͬ̈͑ͬ̽̓͊O͚͍̭̍f̷̗̙̥ͩ̿̔̓͛ͨ ̲̗̮̞̫͕̆̊ͨͮ͐́c̩̠̻̬̘̭ͧ̓̔̋́̐̒̕o̯̜͖̩̅̐͊̌͒͘ụ̯͑ͥ̓ͥr̜̟͈͉̽̀͝s̫͙͉̦͖͆́ḛͭͦ̾ͤ͢ ̶͎̟̙̠̤̩͖̾͊͒I͍̗͈͈ͯͦ͡ ͕͇̤͔̥̈́ͭ͝t̶̘͍̝̆̆͌o͚̣̯̘̺̪̪͆͋̕ö̱̤̙̺́ͭ̋́̋k̄ͩ́̿̍ͤ̇ ̥̱͊ͨ̾̀̚i̲̝̫ͬ̾̽͒̑ͭ͑ẗ̵ ̢̻̣ͯ̈̓a̜̠͇͉̳͖͍ñ͚̮̚d͇̗̰̪̬̤͚ͯ̓̎̂̐̂ ̶̲̠̝̝͇̇ͥͅͅt̶̠̯ͮ̓̓̂ͮ̒ḧ̠̳͓̞́̿ͮaň̶̬̩̖̣͛̓̂͊͒̚k̫ͪ̓̓̽̽̐̈́͢e̜͔̫ḓ̞͉̬̽͐́ ̇̄̊̈̎t̘̺̗̯̬͟h͚̹̻͉̖̝̮ͭ̄̅̒̂͞e̡̥ͤ̃̉̒̅͛ͮm̦͓̆͟,̣̮̜̮̣̯̯̅̑̿͡ ̌͌ͦ͊̕b̺̪̖̳͖̞͡ͅȕ̧̦͓͎̝̝̻̗͆͌t͖̯͓̮̘̖̿ͨͫ̿̓͊ͬ ͉̋͊̽͛ͥ̀̽Í͍̜̹͋͒ͩ ̨̼̣̰̲͓̞̋ͥͧ̃̀ͮ͗l͚̟̰̯̠̍ͯ́e̖͈a̹̰̭̮̟͈̓̍͊ȓ̵̹n̜ͯͦe̗ͧ͛́̅̿̌d̛̮̐ͤ̄ͦ̌ t̲̗̗̽̍͒ͣ̎h͍̞͖̺͓̱̣ͯẹ̰͖͈̼̻͜ ͕o̼̬̽̅ͬ͆͒̿̀͜ͅr̪̺͐̌ͮͦ̔ͣ̄ͅa͎̦͓̩̹̪ͤ̚̕n̯̯̺̝̻͚̔ġ̣͔̩̣̰̿̉ͤ̚͘e̫̼̯̦̦̤͖̍ͬ̌̆̒̚ ̙̰͇̹̩̪̓ͧ͌ͨ̑̕w̳̻̗̻̰̥̔͂̌̐a͉̗̯̺̼̹ͫ̋ͨ̃̄̃s̸͂ͅ ̺͔͖̫͚͓̊̊́ͭ͆̉̚͝h̜̝̦̽̈̈͑̈́ͭ͝e̩̗̞̖̍͑a̫̻͒ͫ͛ṿ̼͕̟̤͎̋̈̋i̱͇͍͉l̢͚̬͕̬̃ͩͨy͇̱͍͓̠͛ ͑́ḋ̼͙̤͕̰̮́́̎̌ͅoͤ̾̒ͮ̍̚͢s̨̥̦͓e̠̬ͥd̜̫ ̠͓̝̗̖̪̤ỉ͋ͨ̃̐n̜̲͖̺̫̋̈̂̍̕ ̰͕̫͑͗ͩ͊ͮlͫ͏i͇̣͍̙͠f̻̦̝͉̫̓̓ͬͦe͓ͣ̑̏ ̯̙͌ͫ̐̾̽̚m̹̻͂̐ͨ̉͑ͮ͘a̋̃͆͜g̡̺̃ḭ̼̩͝c͕̼̥ ͎͉̫͆̐̉̔a̱͓̠̫͌ͣ̐̒͆̂̕ṅ̮̙̺͎̻̟̲̌͋ͮͮ̚d̨̰ͫ ̧͚̲͇̝̋̐͑̽̓m̸̜͈͓͓a̸̖d̔͐̆ͩ͏̙͇̻̙͓̦e̔͑̀ ̴̦̱̟͚̠͚̣͗̈m̶̂ͦe̾ͪͮ ̮͙̳̰̻͋ͫͫͮͅs̲͖̘̽͑e͕̩̞̿͐̑̍̎̑̆̀ě͉̟̘̝̺̻̭͒͝ ͙͉͖̰̭̭̄͑̑ͧ̚̚̕t̑̾̈͌͛̊͏h͎̱̑̏̎̅̍̉ͧ̀i̊̐͗̐ͭ̚҉̦̭̹̙͈͍̝n͖̼͔̤g̷̤͎̬̬ͫͅs͔̤͂̃̿ͬ̃̾͌.̺͎̙͕̯̘͆ͮ͋̓ͬͮ͂ ̷̺̿ͭͪͧ͐ͪ̑Ẅ̯̿̔͊̒ḧ͇͍̟̠̦̬́ͥ͆̐ͭͤḙ̼͍̮̇̆̚ͅn̡̹͈̘̝̫̒͆́̓ͨ ͥ̏͊̀Ḯͦͩͧͮ͗͑̕ ̻ͩ̌͌ͫͮm͕̖̺͟ͅe̡̝t͚̰̖̟̘̞̓̏͐ͪ̆̿ ̰͖͓̇ͫ̄͑́t̛̍̈̃ͭ̋͑̚h̭͇͔̋̅ͣ̋e̮͙ ̵͕͈ͥ͗l͔̺͍̻͈̩̽̓̒͌a̼̙̯͇̦͐̊ͤd͕ͮͧͫ̓̐̓ͦ͠y̵̱͎͑̈ͥ̆̅ͥ͊ ̛̼̝̰̞̩͇̉͐ͨͦi̢̺̺ͤͮ̓ͩ̿n̡̠͗̆̄̌̊̔̃ ̴̟͕͓̓ṯ̷̥͙̐ḧ̞̙̬̳̲́͗̑̆̑e ̩̣̦̭̻͉ͫ̎f̓̉̾̌͐̐ͯo͉̣͖̙̰ͨ̌̎͒ͣ̋̕ȑ̷̬̱̙͗ͫ̍̏e̜̼̝̭͉̝s̱̲͎͐t̲̮̳͇̲̤̥̽͘s̢͔̥͇̬͚͈̗̚ ͓̰͆ͬ͠d͕͙̩͚͙̼͚̍̍́͠a̔́ű͗̋̈̚͏g̰̭̔ͬ͐̊ͪͣ̚h̝̭̱̜͕̉ͧ͋̓͒ͥt̘͈̱̯͕͇̓͋͛̋ë̩͍̗̤́̏̀͗͐ͅr̯̘̫͕͓͆͛̔͋ͩ̈͒̕ ̴̼̝̻̩͓͐̊̄ͧI ̡ͧͦ̓̎̎̓w̳͈͍̠̳̼̳ͥ͋̉͂͗̓̃a̱ͨͧ͋̾ͬṣ̪͓̖́ͣͦͩͅ ̤́s͔͓̱̯͝ḭ̵̖̣͇̜̊̐ͪ̇m̫͗ͣ́̈ͨ̚pͥ͗̆͋̓́l͓͕̐̏ͣy̢̭ͭ̆̓ͮ ̧̖̼̻̣̟͎̂ͤͭ̏ā̴̟̠̰̯͛͐̅̃̽m̻͙̃̀̐ͫͧͣ͂̀a̤͙̤ͭ̋̓ͥ̌ͥ́ͅz̭͙͔͍̤̥͚̉̈̏͟e͈̰̥͔͔d͙͉͓͉̪̲̃̾ ͙̥ͩ͗ͫͅb̙̲̼̝̪͖ỷ̘̘̭̩ͮ̒̊̇̐ ͇̟ͦ̊̂ͣ̂ͬh͓̼͋́ĕ̛̮̰͔̝̼̲͖ͯr̃͊̈̉̈ ̎̋̒͛͏̯͈͈b̘̬̹͎̯e͈̥̗̙͍̅͂̑ͧạ͍͈̥̳̪̼ͦͪ͊̒̓ͭ͛u̦t̺ͮͩ͘y̲͇̬̙̞̠ͩ̃̆̏͞.̥͔̦̱̜̉̓͂̀̇ͅ ̩͎͎͉͕ͨ̏ͩS̹͚͈̭̏̾̽̓͐̊͗h͎̙̥͗ͦ͠e̩̳̫ ̙͔͔͈̮ͯ̉̈̔̚ͅt̯̬̊̇ͨ̂̋̀͋͡o͇̥̥͞ḽ̝̪̹̩͐̄̌̒d͛̇̄ͦ͊̑͗҉̠ ̪̤͈̫͇́m͇̤̝͎ͥ́e̎̚ ̪̯̣̹̽̚h̭̿̃̎̂oͫ͋҉̥̖̪͚̟̤͚w̵͎̰͎͎̭͛͒ͭ̄ͬ ̱̠̲̬̪͊͗ͦͨg͚͔̎ͮ̐͠o͍ͯ͋ͬ̑̚͡ȏ̓̀ͧ͛ͯ҉̲̥͉̙ͅd͓̠̟̊ͬ̂̀̈ͬ ̰͖̿̀a̦̻̟̗͒ͧͨ̆͆ ̥̞ͮ̔̆ͩ̿̌͠j̛͙̺͕̼̀ͫ̏̔͛ͧo͉̤͍̯̫̠̩͛̋ḅ̵̙̘̥̍̃̾̐ͦͅ ̣͎̳̣̓͒̿͌Ǐ̫̮̪̟̠ͥ ͔̘͔͛ͭͧ̾ͣ̆̄͡ẅ͌͏̖͖͔̮̲̼a̝͓̱̜͓̦̐̔̇̀̚ŝ̢̮̠͓͗͛͌ ̳ͤ̈̓ͫ̚͜d̲̠̥̗ͩ̾̋͗̈̔̂o͛̈́̓̊̄̐̉͏͓͚̫ị̱̯͖̘͉̞͂̿ͧ̒̔̓̚n̰̳g̻͙̱̻͙ͣ̓͠ ̍͒͏̳̟̖a̧͙̤̞̺n̪̤͍̤͙̔̐̚d̵̺̣̻̙̰̼̮̆̒̾̏͌̽̚ ̟̜̈́͐͆͡g̙̉̇̏ͯ̎̈́ȃ̟̻̥̠̘̯͔ͥ̏͂̽͂v̝͉ͬ͂̄͛e̮̯̺̟̪͐̄ͅ ̖̣̩̦̈́͞m͓̓ͣ̾̏̚͜e̬͋ͪ ̝̜̫͚̭̺͍ͣ̍̈͌a̘̬̽͂̐͆̔ͬ̑ ̼͐͊̓̈́̋̌ͤm̘̼͕̱̏̽̉̍̉̔ͅå̟͙ͩͣ̃̎̃̚͡g͚͍̲̤̯̲iͦ͂̆̏ͪ͂̚͏c͋͗ͯ͘ ̮̩͔̗̕r̗͍̼̪̍̅ͅͅị̟̩̬̬̹̣͑͌̉͘n̵̝̦̪̦͍̱̆ͯ̓͂͆́ͮͅgͪ̾̄͏̻ ͔̣̦̱̓͞ͅt̼ͮ̊̚͜ó̫̞͍̪͖̤͊ͥ ̈́̎̐ċ̖͍̬̼͖̒͌o̴ͥ̉n͓͉͕̘̰ͮ͆͞t̷̩̗̝̗̊ͥͬ̀̍̾ͩa͉̲͔͇ͨ̌̉c̩̒ṭ͔͕ͪ̃͑̂̋̐̉͞ ̪͛̎̾̆̑́h̷̀e͍͍ͅr̶͕̗͈̩̘̉ ̥ͬw̤ͮ̒̊̈́̈́̚i̳͑̈ͣ̀̃̿͂͘ṱ̙͈͈̋ͧ̏h̘̥͕͈͉͇̱ͭ̍͌̿͊̇.̵̝̺͈̮̿͌
 
I've never been so nervous in my entire life.
 
We finally got out of Cottbus and followed the river to Kaarst. We got to use my families maps that I brought from my homeland. The other two weren't impressed and said they were too ancient to use, but I explained that we could rewrite the maps for our own use like my ancestors did. Before we got into town we met a group of mercenaries who all seemed interested in me. In fact, everyone I met in town was interested in me. Especially those mean children who called me all sorts of terrible names. Before we left town Romelus got us all a job and I think Remi stole from a school. Remi really wanted to do something involving a war and Romelus wanted to find the big dog out in the woods. They argued about it for a while before we set off.

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