Tohm
A chubby halfling stands with his bow outstretched, searching for the danger ahead, hood darkening his face as he takes aim, the bowstring tickles against his mutton chops that adorn his cheek, then.....WHOOSH....the arrow flies. A scream of pain is heard
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Why was I even there?
6 Weeks ago
After losing my last journal to the meteor storm over Gormnar Castle, it would seem I have much to tell of the time that has been.
It didn't seem like such a big task when the Huntmaster of the Braggard Woods Lodge ordered me to scout the ruins of Iridesh just 6 weeks earlier. But holy shit was my life about to be turned upside down.
It started out with my cousin Baan, Me & a couple of the other Rangers enjoying ourselves far too much at the local tavern, having a great night, too which I would much later regret. Apparently in my drunken stupor, I had offered to shout the tab, probably why we had such a great night & everyone was so friendly.
I headed off from town with a thumping headache but a full belly & fond memories.
It was a rather uneventful journey to Iridesh. Captain Caw fou%# *tear drop smudges letters written* 5@me game to which I was plenty grateful.
Upon my arrival I found another party had also seen fit to look about the ruins. They seemed to have taken refuge amongst one of the less ruinous houses. Before I could get a look inside, a heavily clad member with impeccable hair strode forth, seemingly he either didn't know about the shamblers or did not care. I decided to follow him, perhaps even get an idea of what they were up to. Well before I could ascertain anything, he had disturbed a family of shamblers. I ran to put space between us, firing when safe but I was too flustered, most shots barely striking true. The knightly man with impeccable hair shouted to his comrades as he turned to fight the shamblers, to which a big Orc man quickly ran forth & started cleaving at the abominations. A giant robot struggled out the doorway, lumbering into the street only to stand guard at the foot of the house, blasted technology.
The ensuing battle saw the death of the Impeccable Haired Knight at the claws of an extremely persistent little girl shambler. He bled out in my arms. Pleading with me to take his beloved swords home with his final strength. Looking back now I feel I have failed his dying wish as I gave it to another who said they would fulfil the deed & paid me a considerable sum. I truelly hope to one day find the truth of the matter, for it weighs heavy on my conscience, if they did find their intended target.
After the devastating skirmish we retreated back to their fortified spot. There I would find another Orc passed out on a bed, a small boy in mail passed out on the ground beside him & another man by the door, clearly injured & looking terrible. As well as some sort of gadget that was making an infernal racket lying by the bed. Quickly overwhelmed by its horrible noise I moved to destroy it only for it to stop before I had reached the door. Luckily I set it by the door otherwise I might have had a fight on my hands when the Orc woke up. I did the best I could to further barricade the place from outside intruders, although the idea of locking myself in with these strangers also scared me, but what those shamblers had done to that man with impeccable hair scared me much more, I did not wish for that to be my fate.
With my wounds ebbing away at my strength, I found place to splay myself out & rest, darkness taking me as the pain from my injuries throbs. Fuck it hurt the next day.
What had I just stumbled into?
I'm still trying to work that out.
More on that later, its almost my watch.
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