Ottokath's Journal #25

General Summary

Back in town I acquired a staff that resonated with me. I could tell that it was liked by the undine, even if I could not hear them.
Oddly enough, my companions had now also taken to staying in the forest. It may well be the reason I could not reconnect with nature. But their company was pleasant, at least. I get the sense Art doesn't like me in the least. The feeling might be mutual. She's too full of her own secrets to even trust talking to others. Too afraid that those secrets hold truths that break our bonds.
We accepted another job. Some clockwork or so was stolen by some such and so. I honestly only cared to go out and succeed at such an endevour. A new companion joined us. Cal, is what he calls himself. He is a woodelf. Yet he is no more than twenty years old. I do not feel I can trust him. Both morally so and practically.
On the way to the instructed area we ran across a basilisk. I called out once more and was graced with the presence of a giant snake. It once more seemed surprisingly ruthless. It did well crushing that basilisk. Cal turns out to be a lot more acrobatic than he looks. It is joined by a recklessness I'd find hard to mirror.
Within the hour, we ran across the camp of our adversaries. The snake still remained. I got to the top of a tree when my companions were spotted. There was at least ten of them. As such, I opted to prevent them from joining the fight expediently. I reached down and drew forth from the ground vines and roots that impeded their movement. As the fight unfolded, a group of them fell behind. Seeing an opportunity, I called out for greater aid. I do not reckonize the thing that answered the call, but they were fast. And malignant in demeanor. The orcs did not stand a chance.
When the fighting was done, we conquered their camp to spend the night. Tanz spend a while butchering the orcs. Turn them into skeletons. An odd activity, but I can see its purpose. I claimed the hammer that belonged to the chief of the orcs. I opted to keep it to sell.
Mavis disappeared for a little while, before approaching me. She had been acting strangely, but I paid it no mind. When she approached, she asked me to follow. I greeted Feyret who was waiting for us there and stepped through. Once more a haze clouds my mind. The feywild is an odd place. And when I stepped back out, the world was alive once more and some of Mavis' hair went white. She acted oddly dramatic about the ordeal.
I kept an eye on Cal that night, wary of what he might attempt. That young glint in his eye speaks of indecency.
Besides, I had a vertible army of Komada and Gaia to catch up with.

Report Date

11 Jun 2021