Campaign of the Month: December 2014
July 11, 2011 15:37
Some excerpts from the Journal of Camarau
A dangerous road with new companions
As the wagon bumps along heading towards Riverfork Keep.
Camarau’s disrupted thoughts:
I am a fool, and I was being lead by fools. I never should have let down my guard out here. The world is darker than I had imagined and being on the other side of an ambush is not something I wish to repeat. Next time it will be my arrows flying from the darkness! They will pay for the slaughter performed here. False worshipers of a false deity, there is no serpent god. The murder of the friend-duke’s soldiers the murder my dear friend, all shall be revenged. I was a fool, never had I sent him into combat as such before, I was caught unaware and made foolish choices which caused my friend’s doom. I should not have been so off guard because of these men, I forget that not all of the duke’s men are his best soldiers or his elven guard. As it was the fight was against us and they did well.
The adventurers though, I surely would have perished if not for them… They are an interesting bunch. They seem to be on the same side as me, and profess to have similar goals. As I can clearly see that I cannot go much further alone, I might as well stay with them. I give them more credit in a fight than most of the soldiers around.
At the Keep
These adventurers hold quite a bit of magic… one has a ring that allows him complete invisibility. I wonder its limitations. They have two wizards, though one seems a bit stretched in his studies. I have a good feeling about Dante, stretched as he may be, he seems to be devoted in his study, while remaining able to react quickly in action.
David holds much zeal, a useful thing at times, though I hope he does not approach me with it. These human religions make less sense in reality than the bits I had heard about in youth.
Nezrul seems a strong man, he also works hard in his study, I bet he could have cast a few more combat spells though with his all 18 stats.
Elias seems the man of our stereotypes, proud and haughty, seeking fame amongst his peers. Granted, there are elf heros who feels the same, but I am quicker to believe the deeds they profess than all of the things those commoners were spouting at Homlet. Wolf’s-bane? I didn’t see him much in the battle.
Relhor, seems a shifty fellow. I need watch my self while he has a ring that hides him from my eyes.
The lieutenant was a man of prowess, too bad he perished. I hope there are more men of his stature amongst the men at the keep. This sergeant here knows his duty, but little else.
In better conditions I might choose to seek a less ragtag group, but I fear I cannot leave the keep one way or an other. I am stuck with these people now. And I shouldn’t judge too harshly, any one of them would beat me in a fight as it looks now. Perhaps I should reconsider my role. I am no longer alone (though without my friend I feel more alone thanI ever have been). For a while i am one of a group, I need turn my focus in meditation from my own survival to the aid of my new companions. There are wounded here at the Keep and I know I can help them. depending on how long we plan to remain I suppose I could be a help. I can do little, to aid allies in a fight, more than mend their bodies to a slight extent. But I feel myself growing, and I am starting to formulate some of the magic that elder druids could use to aid friends. After time and meditation I will be able to help more. If I can ever calm down enough to meditate again. The accursed snake cult shall pay.