*whilst sitting in the Wild Surge, Calvin decides to put his first experiences of Hlint down for posterity*
Oh what has come to me now? A few weeks ago, I was getting ready to become the master of ceremonies at a small pub in Pranzis. Yeah it's only a small pub, but it's not any small pub. It's a small pub in Pranzis! That must be counting for something?! Anyway, two nights before I was to begin my stint at the Gilded Toad, my agent told me that the job was gone! My job that I was told would last for at least a year was gone? How could this be? When it all comes down to it, it doesn't really matter. Now I have a couple of small jobs at a no name pub in the town of Hlint.
*looks around and observes the people around him, drinking their cares away*
When I got to Hlint, I figured that my agent must have been playing a joke on me. How would I, a performer set to work in Pranzis, be given the job of entertaining these poor souls? Again, it's all no matter, for now I think I am finding a place for myself in this small town. I first arrived here and was asked to do jobs for a few of the townsfolk. Go retrieve the records for the local accountant, dark soul essence for the undertaker, and even worse a goblin head for the wagon master Ronus! I don't know what these people expect of the locals but to ask someone they've never seen to go and kill some goblin for his head, it seems only fiction. But sure enough they asked and I retrieved them, they even paid a fair bit of coin as well.
*jingles coin purse at side. Sighs knowing that he can live for a while comfortably*
Then there's the other people of Hlint, the adventurers. This is a special group of people all by themselves. Not only do these people decide to fight against evil, they go out and look for trouble to be a part of. No sooner then I made my way from Port Hampshire to hlint did I find a peculiar dwarf running through the woods outside of Fort Hopt, smashing every undead creature he came across. Now normally that would be fine, except for that he would spend long amounts of time, hunting groups and destroying them. I'll never know the draw for hunting something and killing it, even if it is evil in actions and life.
*sits back and puffs on a long stemmed pipe filled with fine pipe weed*
Then there is how I am supposed to fit into this puzzle called Hlint.
*takes a deep breath, showing desire not to write what comes next for the journal*
On my travels to this place I met some colorful characters. The ship captains in the different ports, the myriad of traders lining the streets and alleys of large cities like Lorrindar. But the strangest thing happened when I was almost to Hlint. I was walking past the small town of Fort Llast when I was struck with a vision. A grand gold dragon, nearly 30 feet tall stood above me, towering in all its glory and grandeur. It then placed a challenge to me. There is one in the world of Layonara called Blood. Sinthar Bloodstone is his full name and he is as evil as can be. The dragon filled me in on the details of Blood and how he came to be in this world. THen a charge was given to me, to go and fight in the war against Sinthar Bloodstone and to rid the world of his evil.
*takes anoter puff from his pipe and begins to write again*
How am I going to be able to fight against Blood and his minions? With my song and my tales, that's how I will fight. I am able to bring joy and light into others through my performances, either in front of large crowds or on the fields of battle. That is how I will help aid in this coming conflict. Through practice and study, I will one day be able to help rally large numbers of heroes and heroines to the cause against Bloodstone. There I will fulfill my charge from the dragon, and help rid the world of Blood once and for all.
*Calvin sits back, puffs on his pipe for a few moments, letting all that he has written sink into the pages of his leather bound journal. Closing the book and placing it in his satchel, Calvin finishes the last of his silver buckle gin and reitres to his room for the evening*
