4th of Neth
Well, here it is, the quest of the lifetime. At least, you would think that considering how weird everyone was acting. I mean, I know it’s a big deal and all that (hero, hero blah blah blah) but you’d think we were going off to war. Everyone in town was dressed in black, even Sharia and Sharia hates dark colors, which is why she likes me ;)
But whatever, here it is. Finally out on my own, out from under mom’s ruby eye. You’d think, you know, her son being the best fighter in town, size and all, she’d be all proud. But no, with her it’s all about all the adventures she’d had by my age and all the lovers she’d taken. To hear her tell it she had dragons and princes crawling at her feet. I don’t necessarily doubt her but I wonder sometimes why she settled down with dad. Human farmer doesn’t exactly fit her profile.
And she has me doing it again. Making my adventure log all about her. Ok, back to me, or at least, my gang. So we have a bit of a rag tag bunch here but it’s not too bad. I mean, there’s my man Beera …is that how you spell his name? I’ll have to ask. So there’s Beera right, and this dude has been training for this like forever. I actually felt kind of bad hitching my star to this quest at the last minute…until four strangers walked in and just decided to invite themselves along. I’m not complaining though because, with the exception of the odd masked dude, they’re all hot. Not that masked dude isn’t hot, just you know, not my thing.
So back to my companions. First we got Beera, dwarf boy from town. Solid as, well, a dwarf. Then you got the hot elf chick. She seems really chill, laid back, maybe a bit out of it at times but nice you know. And she’s sticking close to Beera so I really don’t understand why he hasn’t tried to play that up a bit. Maybe he’s so focused on the campaign that he doesn’t see the pretty girl on his arm but, if that’s the case, I’ll have to help him out because you can’t just waste opportunities like this. I can just imagine what my mom would say about that.
So, right, back to the companions. Then there’s the second elf, or maybe she’s a halfie like me, I can’t tell yet. She has these bright blue eyes. It’s like my favorite color blue too. When I was a kid I kept thinking that my skin might change to that color blue if I tried hard enough. Never happened, but I do pretty well with my green. So anyway, blue eyed elf girl moves like a cat. You know, all slinky and subtle. Def like. Also, she carries a huge crossbow so who can argue with that right? Oh, that reminds me, like most elves, the first girl, I haven’t really learned their names yet, carries a full long bow. I mean, how more elvin can you get?…Ok, that may just be jealousy speaking. Those bows are taller than I am and I always wondered what it would be like to be big enough to use one. Anyway, moving on.
So the last addition to our party is the really odd one. She’s a halfling from out of town. She has the whole, edgy, I’m too beautiful to touch because I’ll kill you, thing going on. I haven’t talked to her yet, not really. But I’ll figure out something because, like mom says, you can’t really pass on that opportunity can you? No.
Uh, so, the quest. We like, asked around but no one would tell us much about it. I’m not sure if no one knows or they just won’t tell us. Terry wouldn’t tell me anything when I asked. Probably still sore about the wagon I set on fire last harvest but I made a new one so seriously, give it a break already. Am I right?
So, whatever, no one would tell us anything so we peaced out and headed down the road. We stopped for lunch so figured I’d update my log. I have to admit, don’t make fun of me, but I’m really excited to be out here. I think it’s going to be really great.