It has been some time since we’ve spoken. I fear that the dark days that have passed since my last entry have not yet come to their conclusion. I had hoped after the terrible fight with the dragonborn and his master that there might be some time of quiet and relaxation, but after only one day, we were back on the road. Sent off with the strange news that Kara no longer follows her goddess and that the Dragon Knight, on an errand of his own, happened to be heading in the direction I had plan to go all along. So, with little trouble, a few of us set off down the road, heading south this time.
Not more than a day or two south of the town we encountered a patrol of blackguard. It appeared that they had found a farmer with a sword and were having some kind of sport with him. Moments later, a dwarf riding a boar appeared. The dwarf had a bone to pick with the blackguard it seemed, so we made a plan to take care of the evil ones.
I liked my part of the plan the best. Stay with the healer and try not to get killed. Unfortunately, the healer is an insane zealot who wants to die. He charged into the fray almost as soon as there was a opening, not waiting for a better, more surprising way to enter the battle. I did what I could to keep him safe, but his insane ‘rush in and stab the bad guys’ tactic was too much for even my speed to keep up with. In the end, however, we were victorious. We were able to rescue the farmer with a sword.
It turned out that the farmer with a sword was some kind of swordsman. I never viewed him perform any particularly amazing feats of swordplay, however.
Anyway, after that fiasco, we found an inn along the road. It was a quiet place owned by a man who only wished to ‘stay out of the conflict’. A respectable attitude, if you ask me. He was a nice enough chap. We had food and drink and a warm place to sleep that night… at least it was warm and inviting until the undead appeared. Why I got out of bed I’ll never know. The creatures were, of course, destroyed in no time thanks to the knight and the priest. I guess the priest is good for something after all…
We should have just left that night, but when morning came, we found out that the leader of the blackguard was going to be visiting the inn and for some reason we decided we needed to attack them. So, we made another plan. We were to fight the blackguard outside of the inn so as to not bring any attention to the inn and its kindly staff. Unfortunately the farmer with a sword had a death wish and chose to battle the leader alone. The gods must surely favor the foolish, as he lived through the encounter. We did, however, manage to get on the wrong side of the inn keeper, as we ended up killing blackguard in his establishment. I do hope the best for him in the future.
We left the next morning and headed south again. Somehow we ended up in a dark tunnel filled with more of the undead. All I really remember is getting a pretty jeweled sword from the tunnel. The rest is flashes of darkness and fear. I hate the undead!
The next day we were beset by bandits who demanded payment for going down the Kings Road. For some reason they thought that their needs were more important than our needs. So, of course, we had to fight them off. However, then some bloody dragon appeared and caused all sorts of trouble.
After the melee, we befriended, kind of, the bandits who had demanded payment. I gave a pretty young girl the jeweled sword, hoping it would fetch a good price and thus some food for her people. Perhaps she had other, more important things on her mind, but she seemed to not appreciate the gift at all. In fact, she has been wearing it over her shoulder for days. Perhaps I should give the priceless artifact to someone more deserving. Ungrateful people annoy me.
Well, now here we were with these poor people who lived in caves and of course, we need to help them out as well. We’ll never get to Marakesh at this rate. At least they fed us. It turns out that there is some great labrynth near the caves in which they live, which house some rite of passage. The knight decided to delve into its deeps. I fear, however, that the man who came up with the idea might have more sinister plans for our little party. Oh, well, when I get my jeweled sword back maybe I’ll put a dagger into his back as well.
I think that Arganon, or whatever his name is, displayed his true colors today. He was supposed to go off and take care of the hyena men this afternoon. Instead it seems that he rallied them and sent them against us. Dozens of them attacked us in the night and have been dogging our steps ever since. If I ever see that man again I’ll have to slip a little something into his drink. I fear he is a terrible man. I also fear now for Sir Dolen. I need to get back to town and get into that Labrynth. Perhaps we are not the only ones who were betrayed…