Through the Eyes of Finn Dragle - An Autobiography

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Day 8, Evening, Cloudy
It's been just over a week since I stepped away from the family, from ma, my sisters and brothers, pappie, uncie and aunt, and still I don't miss em at all.  I guess it might sound a little black-hearted of me to admit it, but it's true.  Maybe it's just 'cause Hlint has been so acceptin' and bountiful.  I mean, in the week I spent here I made as much money as the entire family made in a month's travels.  Story-tellin' might be a fun bag, but adventurin' is excitin' as all hells and as dangerous to boot.  

Sure, my first few days here were spent foraging through trash for meals, acceptin' charity, and being jeered at by the shallow, but it was worth it.  I've managed to save enough for a nice bit of leather work, chaps and tunic, some fine boots that even Ma would 'ave liked, and some dagger-hooks, knives we called kukri's in the tales.  Sure enough, I even bought this nice journal, and enough ink to last me several entries at least.  But that just covers the material gains I've made.  I've met a few blokes as well, and I'm startin' to think their friendships may be more valuable than all the gold in Layonara.

For one, this stiff lass named Rose.  Solid hin through and through, good with a crossbow, and even better with her wit and her quick tongue.  She'd kept ya on the straight and narrow even if ya walked a crooked mile, she would.  Uilliam was another, hin as well, but a little less coarse.  He was a fine instigator, and looked for a fight even when wisdom would have said otherwise.  Nice bloke, and I'm sure he'd be good to share a half-pint with or two.  Those two took me through the eastern frontier, helped me break in the kukris and my armour, and saved my damn life at least twice.  I still have a couple satchels of shines for each of em, if I ever see em again.

This afternoon I met a different lot.  Tall folk, they were, but pretty nice just the same.  A she-elf named Ash, I believe, wore a hood deep down so I doubt I would recognize if I saw her again.  She had somethin' against druids, that i couldn't understand, but she must have her reasons.  Strangest character I ever seen was outside the tavern too.  Etriel or somethin' like that.  Elven too, but male.  Couldn't speak common for spit, but he had a decent air about 'im.  Had a thing for animals too.  Even managed to call on an ancient grizzly, and the biggest damn wolf I ever seen.  Nice lad.

As for myself.  I think I like it here.  I've found I have an aptitude for grazing the wildlands.  Mostly just greenskinned gobbies out there, nothin' I couldn;t handle, and these new boots make it easier than ever to sneak up and gut em from behind.  The shadows are a security blanket I wont be droppin' anytime soon, and I think my companions would agree.  For now, I sleep.  Gonna need a new quill before my next entry.  Lookin' forward to makin' a few extra shines tomorrow.

Cheers,
Finn

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Day 10, Second Supper, Clear Skies
Still a learnin' experience out here alone each night.  Not yet missin' the family, but they're in my thoughts now and then.  Haven't seen Uill or Rosey to give em back the'r gold, but it sits in the bank waitin' for em.  I had the strangest day yesterday.  Was countin' clovers by the Bindstone in Hlint when this huge beast of a man approached me.  I saw em last, smelled em first and felt his footsteps second.  Let me tell you, this thing was one of the abominations of the world.  As hideous in appearance as he was strong of smell.  

I thought well Finn, your giant food, but the thing wasn't so bad.  Said his name was Gork, and he had an Ogre pappie and an Orc for a Ma.  Too bad for him I suppose.  Apparently all he considered was eattin', Bashin', and drinkin' 'fizzybeer'.  Strange character that one.  But he kept me company.  So did ol' Januk, a wilderness fellow I met on my first day of freedom.  Nice lad.

They took me east and then south a bit down into the Sielwood and further.  Saw some beauty wildlife and living ogres.  Apparently Gork doesn;t take kindly to his father's bloodline.  He walloped those dopes like it was goin' outta season.  Good on em for that, I say.  None the less, I count myself pus a few more friends, and find myself growin; more and more attached to the frontier.  Maybe I'll build a tree-hut out there somewhere...

Another days end,

Finnigan Dragle.

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Day 12, Elevenzies, Clear Skies
What a nice.  It's been rough these past days.  Too much walkin' mixed with too much arrow shootin'.  MY fingers have calloses the size of grapes.  Ma wouldn't approve none, always thought we Hin were meant for less labor-intensive jobs, like entertainin'.  Ma's a fool.  Always knew it too.  Seein' it more and more each passin' day too.  At least the weather's holdin' up.  

Seein' Januk about more and more.  Thinkin's he's someone I can rely on in a pinch.  Bloody pipeweed's gettin' to my throat though.  Strangest thing happened too.  I got mail!  Ya, a scroll dropped by a falcon.  Was pretty excitin' to say the least.  Rosey sent it, bless her heart.  She musta sensed my hin;y presence and wanted some company.  Well, not THAT kinda company.  Just friendly banter an' such.  Why am I defendin' myself to a soddin' book?  Bah!

Anyways, we got to diggin' deep into that crypt system they have in Hlint.  Got right down into it too!  Wouldn't believe what was in there.  Bloomin' skellies, walkin' and swinging axes.  And then there were these green corpse thingies that grabbed at ya like ya were a hot turkey dinner or somethin'.  Down right scarey, it was.  But Rosey stuck with it, so I did too.  There was this gent that came with us too, some kinda magician.  He could throw fire with his bare hands!  Humans, always curious like that with their magicks and what not.

So we managed to get to the bottom of the crypts and found some kinda darkness monster.  The Undertaker has said somethin' about an essence or somethin'  and sure enough that darkness thingy had one.  Blasted half-orc paid well for it too.  Never thought I'd complain about a heavy purse, but dang!  Here's where it gets interestin' though.

Heard later on in the Wild Surge, a man speakin' about harvestin' and maintainin' the undead in the crypts!  He admitted to it to, can ya believe that?  Had a pretty good explaination too, but there was somethin' sinister about that bloke.  He said he maintain the undead so young adventurers like myslef, a'course, had somethin' to practice on.  Hells, I doubt it.  No good can come of raisin' the dead to walk again.

I'm gonna keep my eye out for that one, I will.  For now, I'm gonna take a walk see if I can find one of my friends.  Ya, real friends.  I can't believe it.

-Finn