RE: Cam's Landlubbin Log. Log #2. ÂÂ Again I write in this book to record the happenings of my stay in Hlint. Well, I was commissoned to kill a goblin for a a Wagon Master. Of course with the prospect of 200 gold waiting my return I did it as quickly as I could. I learned in the trip back from the caves that there is not "right way" to hold a goblin head. By the hair gets your hands greasy. By the neck get's your hands bloody. By the mouth is just plain nasty. And I won't even talk about holding it by the nose. I've thus far helped 4 people with various tasks though my good deeds continue to get over looked. ÂÂ I've met several more people since my last log. Tolinar, dwarf of flatulence, bad eyesight, and confused rambling about "all the demons he's killed." Perago, a bard of many talents, one of which is to make me be quite. It's the eyes you know. Could sware I saw them go red at the meeting of the alliance. Then there's Asher, no idea what he's good at, but he's a big fella and I'm not sure I want to find out. Then there's Micah, who like Tolinar doesn't seem to like me too much. And Raziki, fast little bugger who seems to like threatening people with his flaming gloves. ÂÂ And the meeting of the Alliance. The whole time it seemed like everyone was waiting for someone else to talk. And everyone was allowed to talk as long as it wasn't me. For an example Perago asked the "adventurers," that'd be the group and myself to introduce ourselves and tell some old guy who's name I never got and his captian our skills. Now then most, like the dwarf just said. Tolinar, fighter. And it seemed to me the elf was having trouble getting any of them to speak. So I took it upon myself to speak up. "Camthilion, Third Circle Wizard, Apprentice Scribe, Alchemist, and Dwarf Annoyer," is what I said. And what did I get in return for my well put together introduction? I got Perago saying, "Many of these people are modest while others are cocky and brash." Cocky and Brash! Only three times have I been so insulted. *stomps off fuming at the thought of the previous night* ÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂÂ End Log.
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