No Rest For The Wicked

Attack
Valyn - Log 12

Valyn

The leaves stirred on the ground from the gentle breeze as the two Eladrin students explored the wild surrounding their homes. “Oh, come on! Do it again, Allerya.” Valyn said, his voice high with excitement as they navigated through the trees. He had never seen a transformation before and it piqued his interest more than the forest.

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Ranger Log #122 - The Mirror

Tyranny

“More Intruders!” Lucan yelled and came running to the camp where his companions were resting.

“Calm down brother, which way?” Tyranny responded, calm, and not surprised at all.

Lucan pointed to the south east. Tyranny, Adran, Valenae, Carric got up and drew their weapons. “Return to your lookout Lucan, we will take care of this, Valenae, Carric take the east, Tyranny and I will move south to flank them.” Adran commanded. Lucan preferred lookout duty, and silently but gleefully nodded at Adran. It meant he would return to Lia safe at the end of the day.

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Sometimes I wonder

Nixie

Sometimes I wonder why I am even doing this. I wonder what it would be like if I just decided to stop going on missions and went back home. Well not that I had a permanent home…but who knows what has changed since I left. All I know is that once we accepted the mission to go into this labyrinth people have been getting on my nerves. I couldn’t believe it when Tyranny was arguing with the strong arm of the mages. It pissed me off and then I had to go round up the rest of our crew and just as I walk into the bar I’m nearly jumped on by filthy men grabbing me and shouting ridiculous pick up lines. I brought out my dagger hoping to show them that I would cut off their man parts if they didn’t stop. However, this just intrigued them further. Falkrunn and Casual Friday finally came along and we went to go watch and see what was happening. But apparently the subject of taxes is one that Valyn feels the need to fight over. Like he…with his puny girlish figure could ever stand up to this brute of a half-orc. It just ended up like it always does with Arneth jumping in and saving him because he’s too much of a coward to save himself. Then an actual mage comes to talk to us and realizes that the Half-orc has been cheating Arneth of her money (I wasn’t paying taxes…are you kidding me?) but doesn’t really do anything. He tells us about how we should respect his brute and respect the mages because obviously Valyn hadn’t been doing either of the two. Well I mean of course once the mage came he straightened up and pretended like he was innocent (he probably has a crush on him…I really didn’t want it to turn out like Steve again) so I stepped in trying to reason with the mage about where we were going and what we were doing. He didn’t really say much besides some questions about why we wanted to get rid of the bloodreavers and gave a look like he thought we were crazy but approved.

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Ranger Log #30 - The Ceremony

Tyranny

It was glorious!

The tournament was to decide who would be chosen for Llathriel’s royal guard. Tyranny’s victory had felt easy, he was well prepared Tyrnemitore was a great mentor.

The main hall had been decorated with Ivy and the tables lined with the rarest elven delicatessens, there were a few hundred fine wine glasses set amongst the great tables. Llathriel stood behind a podium trunk that grew out of the center of the hall. Mialee and her mate Carric (A couple of Elites, always on their guard) watched the party with a smile, weapons still on them, sitting at the north table near Llathriel. Tyrnemitore stood leaning up against the north part of the west wall, a look of concern on his wise face. “Even at a party, he’s so serious”. Tyranny let out in a hushed voice.

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Knowing What You Know
If a Conscience was a Cricket, I'd Smash It Like a Bug

Falkrunn

I’m not one to second guess myself. I’m very Confident in the things that I KNOW I know… like Fighting… and Weaponry. (I’m a pretty good judge of ale, as well.) The Stuff that I don’t know I figure is neither Not Important or some Wise Ass will Make It His Life’s Work to share his Useless Knowledge with me. That’s okay. I just tune it out.

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Ranger Log #24 - Training Day

Tyranny

It was early, really early. The sun had just begun it’s climb to scale the mountains of the East. The forest was still sleeping in a very dim light from the moon, lightly humidified the dew had been gathering on leaves and plants. A cool breeze danced through the kingdom. It was a beautiful morning.

tap tap tap

“oh…” Tyranny yawned. “Curses! Is every day of training going to start this early?” Tyranny thought as he mustered what strength he could to pull himself out of bed.

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Thunderspire Labrynth: 1st night notes

Casual

Disclaimer: Same as last set of notes. All names are possibly incorrect, just written the way they are as a way for me to remember them.

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Restless
Valyn - Log 12

Valyn

The night air was cool on his skin as he restlessly walked around the town, hoping to ease his mind and body. Valyn made numerous attempts to meditate but his thoughts kept wandering to his parents; not the human imposters, but his real parents Valder and Zeslyn and the memories he held onto closely.

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The Empty Room
A Mildly Interesting Death

Falkrunn

Four heavy chains framed the pit and descended into the depths below. Rivulets of blood ran down to gather in these same corners then drip unsteadily down, painting the metal links in a macabre red. While Falkrunn impatiently waited for her companions to choose who would be in the first wave, she eyed the chains and planned her descent. She gave a small snort when the Elves decided to go last. Since they were their ‘Long Range’ attackers, they should go first so they could get a few rounds off before the Enemy realized they were there. She and Arneth should be enough to keep them safe in those first few moments of the battle. As long as Arneth didn’t fall on the way down.

Arneth did fall on the way down.

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Conclusion
Valyn - Log 11

Valyn

The air was heavy with sorrow, the ground slick with blood. Valyn was pacing back and forth, trying to formulate a plan for the task at hand. The death of the dwarf had been bitter-sweet.

“We could just leave the dwarf” he said hopefully. The remaining group did not like this suggestion however, so they continued working on a way to get Arneth and Falkrunn’s body out of this hell-hole in order to receive a proper burial, worthy enough for Arneth’s (and only Arneth’s!!) heroic actions. The cleric had performed some religious spell in order to preserve the bodies, so they did not decay too much on the way back to town.

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