No Rest For The Wicked

Damn fortress

Nixie
As we walked farther into the fortress I heard a small pleading voice. I walked past Tyranny who had his bow drawn to see a couple of servants in rags standing before me. I immediately knew they were no threat so I explained to Tyranny that he could put down his bow until we had any type of threat from them. He’s pretty rational so he listened and put it down. We asked the servants a few questions about the dwarves they serve and they told us all they knew. They told us that the leader of the fortress was in the next room along with some of his guards and one of their servant friends. Everyone was whisper yelling at each other to lock them up. I thought this was a stupid idea because they obviously hate their job and wouldn’t help the people who enslaved them. Valyn and I agreed about letting them go, so we escorted them to the weaponry that we had found earlier to gear them up for the trip back to town. Along the way they said many thanks and asked us to please make sure nothing happened to their friend in the next room. We promised that nothing would happen and we would tell him where they went so he could join them.

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A Ballad
Valyn - Log 15

Valyn

Rummaging through his adventure pack, Valyn found what he had been looking for and withdrew it from the bag. Inside the special container was a burnt piece of parchment with faded lettering and water stains.

This was the only thing he had from his Eladrin village and the image of that tragic day replayed in his mind as he held the paper delicately.

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Tears began to form in his eyes as he heard his mother’s sweet voice sing the words he read quietly. Renewed strength and vigor lifted his heart and eased the twisting knot in his stomach.

Once finished, he carefully put the parchment back in the container and deep in his backpack.

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Ranger Log #5 - Chasing a Waterfall

Tyranny

It was cold, dark, and a light rain began to fall from the clouds above. I never liked being cold, and this rain would cloud my vision. The gentle stream flowing to the waterfall sounded in the distance, it was only a twenty foot drop but made enough sound to help hide footsteps from someone or something light on their feet.

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The Perils of Underestimating a Dwarf
Squishy Slaves and the Myth of the Graceful Elf

Falkrunn

We went deeper into the Fortress and found Human Slaves in the kitchen, a man and woman. They were Terrified of Us, of course… and Rightfully So. We are Very Imposing while in Battle Mode (and if the Elves are in back and not Spoiling the Effect. But they always ARE in back, so it is a Moot Point). So the Slaves were Cowering Before Us and Tyrant Elf wanted to kill them (Does he Kick Puppies and take Candy from Children too?), but it was obvious they were Not a Threat. Not too bright either. We put them in the Pantry and I wanted to lock them in, for their own safety as well as ours (if the Dwarfs managed to get by us and find out they did nothing to warn them, there would be Hell to pay!) But Tin Lady was all concerned about their FEELINGS and didn’t want them to be Afraid of Us. Bilbo’s Baggage! We just LIBERATED them! Were we supposed to Cuddle them and Give them Milk and Cookies too!!? Sometimes I wonder if the Iron Maiden is too soft for this Job.

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Water is Wet
Everybody Loves Jello (unless you're being slowly consumed by it)

Falkrunn

I Swear on the Dragon’s Stones that one day I’m going to Lose Control of myself and Bounce my Sword on the heads of my Companions. The flat of it, of course; really nothing more than a little Love Tap. It wouldn’t really HURT them… except maybe the Delicate Elf… But they do try my Patience. Which has a Well Earned Reputation for being Nearly Non-Existent.

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Locks.

Nixie

When our group came to the fortress ahead they looked at me with anticipation. Could I pick the lock? Could I get us in…? The lock seemed complicated, not just any lock but a lock to keep a giant fortress from getting broken into. As I brought out my tools,a familiar engraving pressed against my fingers. I was dazed for a second by the tools and the 3 orcs standing over me took the chance and started hitting me, I almost gave up. It was taking too long to break open the lock. I could feel the group stirring behind me. An old memory kept shooting through my head. I had to step away from the gate for a moment to shake off the pain of missing him.

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Ranger Log #128 - The Map

Tyranny

Tyranny’s second coin soared across the table, as it was soaring Tyranny picked up the platinum coins and the strange map set for a wager in the center of the table and turned around before the copper coin bounced once and with a loud clink and landed square in the mug on top of the first coin. Pocketing the items, he picked up his wine glass and began to sip it in the easy victory over the young dwarf.

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Enlightenment
Valyn - Log 14

Valyn

The dim torch light was bright enough for Valyn as he wandered around the corridors late one night. They had just acquired a ‘base’ of sorts after clearing out the dwarves and his adventuring buddies were back there, dreaming about whatever it is they longed for. The last time Valyn dreamed was his first in many moons. Back when his parents were still alive and the world still held its color. Now, however, the world seemed dark and lonely with only his misery to keep him company.

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Lullaby

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Arneth steadied her hand as a small silver needle pierced Caines flesh.

He had gotten a gaping wound in his last outing and had yet to treat it properly. Why, she wondered, he had let her stitch him up when he knew she was terrible at sewing, she hadn’t a clue.

He cursed in Elven at the pain.

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Water is Dangerous
Valyn - Log 13

Valyn

With the group finally alert, I decided to speak up and suggest we get a move on in order to reach the Grimmerzhul’s stronghold before they were too prepared for our arrival. In reality, I just wanted to get to some action to try out some new spells I just mastered. I went ahead and heeded the advice my dream parents gave me and tapped back into my fire roots but it’s hard to tell if that was a wise move, considering these damned dwarves (have I mentioned how much I hate our dwarf lately?) seem to be impervious to everything but my most potent of fire attacks.

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