Writing isn't natural for me. Typically Susan would transcribe my thoughts to paper for me. Alas I am here in the basement of a tavern with no servants and no help when putting my thoughts to paper. About 8 months ago I "may" have gotten a bit ferschmicked and told ole Da that I didn't need the family funds. Da seems to hear very well when hes 3 bottles into an evening because he held those words right in his pocket. The next morning I'm grabbing my favorite shit and heading out the castle gate. I can tell you now this will be an adjustment. I mean, who will clean the bed when I have had a good night and wet myself? Who will powder my underteets when the mead and meat give me the sweats? **** Da. Dont need em. I hear about the works the Fringe Co is doing and I need more adrenaline than whiskey so I think Ill head there and see if I can find some fun.
Day 6
I met the Fringe Co. What a group. Welcoming (mostly) and decent folk. Ive always like mingling with the common and these people are the best of the populace. There is a giant cook that is magic over a stove. Shubert back in ole Da's castle can go suck eggs compared to Oz. He is a giant but gentle man and is very kind. Always advising on the side of goodness. I swear he looks like Hingle McKringleberry, the giant vendor that used to pack goods through the village back home. There is Percy. Hes a quiet brawler that seems to have an agenda. Not sure what it is but Ill be damned if it doesn't seems like it'll make some fun! The one lass in our basket is Aria. A real sweet peach. Shes always ready for a fight and has my back for any brawl. Turog is a half and half. I think part orc and park playground slide. Hes great in a fight and mean as fiery hooch. I wouldn't take him to a ball but would to a brawl. Then out of nowhere there is a sweet but giant bear. He talks with his paws alot but is integral to the group. In the end I can say these people are great and getting kicked from the house was a stroke of luck.
I've finally been on a mission with these guys. They seem haphazard from the outside but once the shit happens they gel fast. Some real warriors. None are scared of either end of the blade.They gave me a cloak. Its ok. A bit thick and unbrushed wool but it'll do. I'm used to better but as it is I am sure I must get used to such things. Recently we explored the town. There is a couple nice shops around that keep us stocked. Some little guy has contacts and magic items. It's funny because he sounds like 25 other people I've recently met. He told of us about some vampires or shit and, of course the folks here go charging off. I like doing good and all but these guys seem to have something to prove. More importantly lets talk about booze. Its watery as all shit around here. I hear tale of a Andrew Champange but haven't found it yet. So far most of what I find is sour and dark. I will say that Arias is a sweet fruit as she caries an extra flask for me. I think if given the chance I'll need to root around in that garden a bit. I hear we are being sent out to tend to some turtle. I bet its nothing.
So the gang (Greycloaks) have been patrolling the Fringe Coast trying to do good. I guess that's what we are doing. I wouldn't say good is my reason but I don't mind helping. I got kinda in the keg and woke up to find out we battled a giant turtle in a frozen lake. So of the gang drank themselves so hard they turned to cats and all jumped into a bucket and went underwater to look for a nasty giant turtle. I thought I was a foolish drinker! After Aria and I fight off some bandits we pull our poor hapless fool friends out of the water. They gave very little thanks or ale. After that they try giving the turtle some kind of feline indigestion. That somewhat worked but had to use my precious gem to fight it back into the water. Sigh, Why don't they listen to me from the beginning? I may be drunk but I'm not daft! Oh well I am not one to complain. The silly crap these people want to get into is so much more entertaining than patrolling the grounds at Da's place. Plus there are a few dwarf ladies running about here and I get to be a big dwarf in a small wading pool.
So this podunk town The Fringe stays in is having its big festival. It's a bit shadowed by some hags chasing about some kids. At first I thought it was Creepy Carl on the North end of town but the gang has shown its real hags. We ambushed one by the lake and she was so brittle and weak it didn't warrant me getting a hit in. And if any of them say I was dressed as a child they are being crude. I was dressed as bait. Humph. ANYWAYS.... The festival kicks off brilliantly with a wonderful quiet time to do , uh, something. I'll be honest I don't get quiet times or all that. My people like it loud a rauous. The louder you are the more you honor those you toast. But when in roaming, right? Well I am proud of my gang. Oz cooked up a meal that would make all the gods tongue blush. The town as a group was fighting to smell what was coming from the doorway. Aria, Percy, and Volitare participated in a knife throwing contest that I made a bit of coin on. Then I bet that a ally kid couldn't pee on a running angry chicken. Ok, that didn't happen but just seeing if you are reading this. Oz came out to show of on his pole flinging contest. They had some name for it like kookoomachoo flinging , ugh, whatever. I managed to wrangle one of the idiot fam into a decent bet I couldn't place top three. Little did he know I am now a rune knight and whipped those poles just as hot as Oz. Well....not as far, he had me whipped if he wanted. We threw the game to rube a few last people to build a fat purse. Archery went well and Percy's fight ring drew action.
For a semi-finale we held a drinking contest. I'll say that it was a hands down win for yours truely. *bow bow*. After that my good friend Oz dropped me in my bunk. I asked him to because I am a responsible drinking olympian. I don't know how long I was out but next thing I know I am being shaken awake about that damned giant turtle crabbing through town. I armor up and rush out the door to see an 8 ft hag swiping at Percy. No, Hags don't get to hit my mates. I rush over as she is swamped in some webbing. I can hear some crushing and screams all about. Very much like the warzones near Da's castle. Honestly, My brains still a bit fuzzy so I can't stop to think about what isn't the threat at my feet. The hag has taken a few great hit from Percy, Man that guy can hit! I get in one or two in time to have Aria blast it twice right over my head. The hag gave me a bit of pause but its seeing the lady that lost the knife throwing contest shooting high power bolts right over me that made me tinkle in my armor. Lucky for me she hit the hag and not the haggard dwarf. Needless to say that after my big hammer. Percy's knuckles, and Aria's darts the old lady went down. It took all of a second for us all to realize the next threat was a giant house-sized turtle. Or tortoise? I don't know that stuff. After Percy tossing the hag into its face and some voodoo from the fish guy the turtle scampered off. Must have seen me ready to fight.
In the end this town is very lucky to have us around. They should have a festival in our honor.
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My Short Life
Day 1
Writing isn't natural for me. Typically Susan would transcribe my thoughts to paper for me. Alas I am here in the basement of a tavern with no servants and no help when putting my thoughts to paper. About 8 months ago I "may" have gotten a bit ferschmicked and told ole Da that I didn't need the family funds. Da seems to hear very well when hes 3 bottles into an evening because he held those words right in his pocket. The next morning I'm grabbing my favorite shit and heading out the castle gate. I can tell you now this will be an adjustment. I mean, who will clean the bed when I have had a good night and wet myself? Who will powder my underteets when the mead and meat give me the sweats? **** Da. Dont need em. I hear about the works the Fringe Co is doing and I need more adrenaline than whiskey so I think Ill head there and see if I can find some fun.
Day 6
I met the Fringe Co. What a group. Welcoming (mostly) and decent folk. Ive always like mingling with the common and these people are the best of the populace. There is a giant cook that is magic over a stove. Shubert back in ole Da's castle can go suck eggs compared to Oz. He is a giant but gentle man and is very kind. Always advising on the side of goodness. I swear he looks like Hingle McKringleberry, the giant vendor that used to pack goods through the village back home. There is Percy. Hes a quiet brawler that seems to have an agenda. Not sure what it is but Ill be damned if it doesn't seems like it'll make some fun! The one lass in our basket is Aria. A real sweet peach. Shes always ready for a fight and has my back for any brawl. Turog is a half and half. I think part orc and park playground slide. Hes great in a fight and mean as fiery hooch. I wouldn't take him to a ball but would to a brawl. Then out of nowhere there is a sweet but giant bear. He talks with his paws alot but is integral to the group. In the end I can say these people are great and getting kicked from the house was a stroke of luck.
Day 8
I've finally been on a mission with these guys. They seem haphazard from the outside but once the shit happens they gel fast. Some real warriors. None are scared of either end of the blade.They gave me a cloak. Its ok. A bit thick and unbrushed wool but it'll do. I'm used to better but as it is I am sure I must get used to such things. Recently we explored the town. There is a couple nice shops around that keep us stocked. Some little guy has contacts and magic items. It's funny because he sounds like 25 other people I've recently met. He told of us about some vampires or shit and, of course the folks here go charging off. I like doing good and all but these guys seem to have something to prove. More importantly lets talk about booze. Its watery as all shit around here. I hear tale of a Andrew Champange but haven't found it yet. So far most of what I find is sour and dark. I will say that Arias is a sweet fruit as she caries an extra flask for me. I think if given the chance I'll need to root around in that garden a bit. I hear we are being sent out to tend to some turtle. I bet its nothing.
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This Blasted...Very Blasted...Turtle
So the gang (Greycloaks) have been patrolling the Fringe Coast trying to do good. I guess that's what we are doing. I wouldn't say good is my reason but I don't mind helping. I got kinda in the keg and woke up to find out we battled a giant turtle in a frozen lake. So of the gang drank themselves so hard they turned to cats and all jumped into a bucket and went underwater to look for a nasty giant turtle. I thought I was a foolish drinker! After Aria and I fight off some bandits we pull our poor hapless fool friends out of the water. They gave very little thanks or ale. After that they try giving the turtle some kind of feline indigestion. That somewhat worked but had to use my precious gem to fight it back into the water. Sigh, Why don't they listen to me from the beginning? I may be drunk but I'm not daft! Oh well I am not one to complain. The silly crap these people want to get into is so much more entertaining than patrolling the grounds at Da's place. Plus there are a few dwarf ladies running about here and I get to be a big dwarf in a small wading pool.
FESTIVAL DAYS
So this podunk town The Fringe stays in is having its big festival. It's a bit shadowed by some hags chasing about some kids. At first I thought it was Creepy Carl on the North end of town but the gang has shown its real hags. We ambushed one by the lake and she was so brittle and weak it didn't warrant me getting a hit in. And if any of them say I was dressed as a child they are being crude. I was dressed as bait. Humph. ANYWAYS.... The festival kicks off brilliantly with a wonderful quiet time to do , uh, something. I'll be honest I don't get quiet times or all that. My people like it loud a rauous. The louder you are the more you honor those you toast. But when in roaming, right? Well I am proud of my gang. Oz cooked up a meal that would make all the gods tongue blush. The town as a group was fighting to smell what was coming from the doorway. Aria, Percy, and Volitare participated in a knife throwing contest that I made a bit of coin on. Then I bet that a ally kid couldn't pee on a running angry chicken. Ok, that didn't happen but just seeing if you are reading this. Oz came out to show of on his pole flinging contest. They had some name for it like kookoomachoo flinging , ugh, whatever. I managed to wrangle one of the idiot fam into a decent bet I couldn't place top three. Little did he know I am now a rune knight and whipped those poles just as hot as Oz. Well....not as far, he had me whipped if he wanted. We threw the game to rube a few last people to build a fat purse. Archery went well and Percy's fight ring drew action.
For a semi-finale we held a drinking contest. I'll say that it was a hands down win for yours truely. *bow bow*. After that my good friend Oz dropped me in my bunk. I asked him to because I am a responsible drinking olympian. I don't know how long I was out but next thing I know I am being shaken awake about that damned giant turtle crabbing through town. I armor up and rush out the door to see an 8 ft hag swiping at Percy. No, Hags don't get to hit my mates. I rush over as she is swamped in some webbing. I can hear some crushing and screams all about. Very much like the warzones near Da's castle. Honestly, My brains still a bit fuzzy so I can't stop to think about what isn't the threat at my feet. The hag has taken a few great hit from Percy, Man that guy can hit! I get in one or two in time to have Aria blast it twice right over my head. The hag gave me a bit of pause but its seeing the lady that lost the knife throwing contest shooting high power bolts right over me that made me tinkle in my armor. Lucky for me she hit the hag and not the haggard dwarf. Needless to say that after my big hammer. Percy's knuckles, and Aria's darts the old lady went down. It took all of a second for us all to realize the next threat was a giant house-sized turtle. Or tortoise? I don't know that stuff. After Percy tossing the hag into its face and some voodoo from the fish guy the turtle scampered off. Must have seen me ready to fight.
In the end this town is very lucky to have us around. They should have a festival in our honor.