Traditionally I try to write my notes and journal the day of. I like to keep facts straight and things orderly. These past few weeks I am a bit at a lose. I am sitting here outside the pool at the Blissenburg hotel, starring into the water. My ears are still slightly ringing and I've been getting random nose bleeds. The last mission was and is a complete blur. There is still so much I am still trying to piece back together. Though when my mind wanders, or during a long slumber, I see the exact same thing every time. The slight click as my foot steps down into soil, followed by a large pressure, the smell of burnt sugar, a rapid rush of searing air, and then... darkness. The emotions are intense and acute. anxiety, turns to fear, turns to anger, but in the darkness there is a calm.
This calm in the darkness is always followed by a distant memory, that returns with a rush of joy.
Sitting out in the jungle amongst the stars. There is a calm about me. Siona cuddling next to me as we both gaze above us; her head resting against my chest. The world itself is still, time feels to have stopped, and in the moment it is just the two of us.
As I regain consciousnesses, the prior moment is fleeting. Air fills my lungs again, and the comfort I just found leaves in an instant. Fear quickly fills my mind, but this time I am just waking up. I panic and try to free my arms and seconds pass until I realize I am simply tangled in my bed sheets. With the moon still out, it must still be early. I am drenched in sweat, but for now I am safe, with an attempt to regain my composure I lay back down.
Our mission started with us taking the Baron's contract. After speaking with Frang, it seemed straight forward. Scout out a group of gnolls and figure out where their camp is located.
Travel time was five days, and outside of an interesting interaction with some monkeys it was pretty non-eventful. We eventually made our way to the Zebrund river, and after some discussion we carefully crossed it. We then traveled a bit until we found a cave filled with bats. We rested outside of the cave for the night, and the next morning made our way up a path. Some travel later we came upon a cart. Should have been a pretty clear sign of a trap, but no one had any idea what kind of trap it was about to be.
I woke up in chains next to everyone else. I was in a lot of pain and pretty banged up and looking about the group everyone else looked pretty banged up as well. I was glad to see everyone survived. Somehow. I'm not entirely sure how we survived, but somehow we did.
We each get out of our restraints and quickly took a gnoll hostage. After some talking to, we got most of our gear back outside of a few items. Which felt like a real slap in the face, I mean, honestly, who steals a man's shoes before they kill him? Just seems rude. I had to walk back shoeless, luckily I couldn't feel my feet for a couple days into travel.
Nevertheless, we planned our escape, and after a well placed summon animals, we were able to get out without any more harm.
Now, I am sitting here. Starring into this pool, afraid to go back to the group. I've never been afraid like this before and to be honest, I've never had this much to lose. The moment I stepped over the explosive reminded me of a poem I heard and it feels fitting to share:
The weak breeze whispers nothing
The water screams sublime
His feet shift, teeter-totter
Deep breath, stand back, it’s time
Toes untouch the bridge
Soon he’s water bound
Eyes locked shut but peek to see
The view from halfway down
A little wind, a summer sun
A river rich and regal
A flood of fond endorphins
Brings a calm that knows no equal
You’re flying now
You see things much more clear than from the ground
It’s all okay, it would be
Were you not now halfway down
Thrash to break from gravity
What now could slow the drop
All I’d give for toes to touch
The safety back at top
But this is it, the deed is done
Silence drowns the sound
Before I leaped I should’ve seen
The view from halfway down
I really should’ve thought about
The view from halfway down
I wish I could’ve known about
The view from halfway down--
Every time I relive that moment I gain a bit more control over myself, but that control is never enough to stop myself from stepping over that spot. No amount of rage, fear, or frustration is able to stop what has already happened. The deed is already done and someday, hopefully... the ringing will stop.