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« on: August 05, 2005, 11:37:00 am »
*This simple book carries only the Ankh of Toran on the cover; the pages are rough paper and the words written neatly in charcoal. *
I believe Vessa would be proud, very proud indeed.
I do not fully understand what has happened of late. I do remember setting up camp and after a small meal laying my head on my pack…Dreams of Dragons and dark armies. I woke to find myself in this small town, Hlint, as I was to discover.
What a place this odd settlement is. Races and faiths all mixed together, on any given day I see Dwarf and Elf engaged in conversation, human and Half-Giant trading metals. I have seen races I did not know existed, Brownies?? Very small and terribly energetic…. Wemic!! My god what a start that was! Half man, half lion. Strange dark Elves, Which I have learned are called Drow, a subterraneian race of Elves many distrust but so far I have had little reason to cast a weary glance their way. Half-Giants, Half-Orcs, Goblins and any manner of summoned beastie roam these streets conducting daily business or just conversing with friends and acquaintances. Many times these Ad-hoc groups form and head off in search of adventure and fortune but some come together for a larger and far greater importance.
I have not spent all of my time observing this town and all of strange a wondrous inhabitants or the odd collection of transient adventurers who pass through on their way to unknown places with unknown agendas.
I have done quite a few things since my ‘arrival’ here. Many of Hint’s inhabitants are in need of help doing something or another and I have taken many an odd job from them in hopes of exploring this area and furthering my knowledge of the world.
My first ‘job’ if you can call it that was a simple task to deliver a letter to a woman named…Carr, I believe…She was easy to find as she spends most of her time by a small pond in town. I next under took a contract to retrieve the towns Tax record from what was said to be the ‘Ratman’…Odd. Was that a title or a description? No matter. I descended in to the town’s sewers for what I believed would be some sort of verbal exchange with the town rat-catcher. A simple matter of explaining he had mistakenly made off with the documents. Easier said than done! Foul smelling and dank, the sewers were awash in waste with every manner of refuse floating in puddles of reeking water. Rats the size of dogs scurried here and there; seemingly drawn by the light of my torch they attacked from every direction. I was forced to flee, my task unfinished. I was able to make my escape to the surface where I tended my wounds and rethought my initial plan of action, as it was woefully inadequate for the task. Better prepared for my next try at retrieving the Tax record. I made my way back down where I was once again assaulted by rats not only rats but also spiders…By Toran I hate spiders!! This I hade not foreseen and once again made my escape. Poisoned, Dastardly stuff. Once I had regained my health I made my third assault on the damnable sewers. This went considerably better than my previous attempts. Making it through to the lowest level I was confronted with a larger more vicious rat of some unknown breed and what I can only assume was the ‘Rat-man’. What a monstrosity! What kind of unwholesome union could create such an abomination! Still believing I may be able to talk the record from him I tried to engage him in conversation only to have him turn on me with teeth and claws bared. There was little choice but to fight. He was a much stronger opponent than I would have guessed and I nearly fell to his onslaught. By luck or by favor I was able to defeat him and secure my ‘prize’……….
My eyes and this charcoal grow heavy I will rest and finish later.
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