Brother, do you remember the first time I got lost in the rage? Is Roakkad still angry? I couldn’t tell what bothered him more. The nice size chunk I took out of his arm, or the fact I inherited grandfather’s power and not him. Is he still yelling at chickens trying to force it out? har har!
This place is strange. Not as brutal as home, there’s only Goblins around these parts trying to take over, no Orcs. I did bump into some interesting things in the last day though. I’m not sure if you all back home will believe it, but I think they were dead…
Right after Tsuedo was taken down by Emrys, we tried to get some rest, but that wasn’t how things went down. We stirred these beings out from this tunnel further down the hall. Damn…they stunk something foul. The buggers kept hitting us on the move! Hitting us from afar with really long swords I’ve never seen before, then backing up. It didn’t stop me from cracking a couple in half, it was just annoying to have to keep moving up to put a hurting on them. That was the first tip off that these things weren’t alive. There was no intimacy in their carnage exploits. No passion behind the blows. Just cold and calculated.
We knew there was more fight to take care of, but Ameiko Kaijitsu had us run through town. We told the mayor and Belor Hemlock about a serious Goblin attack. I know that sounds silly, but there’s way to much of the little buggers to handle by ourselves. There was something around FIVE tribes banded together for an all out attack. Belor…still don’t know what to make of him, headed out to get reinforcements, and we decided to check out where those stinky, cold things came from under the glass works.
So we travel through this place. I heard the word ‘dungeon’ a few times by my travel mates, so it must have been one of those. We fought a few more of those things, then ended up face to face with a Goblin who could spit acid! …or fire…or something, it was hard to see over Rhombus, Tolkien’s animal totem. The beast is impressive, a giant thing. He made short work of the little bugger. Karuvus, the Goblin ‘Hero’ was his name. The dog ripped ‘em in half in short time. Was kind of disappointed I didn’t get to call the kill my own, but I can’t have em all, har har!
Past that I hopped over these pits showing off a bit. We saw there were zombies in ‘em. I didn’t feel right just leavin’ em there, so we all took turns puttin’ ’em down. Past that spot was a room with levitating items. Emrys and I took turns throwing things at Tolkien and he did the same. Only thing that caught my eye was a dagger, and some wine. The dagger was overly shiny, and Malkorin tossed it in his boot…while the halfling tossed the wine on the ground. A few of us tried to catch it, but sweat and blood covered hands prevented that from happening. What a shame.
Next thing I know I’m standing next to a pool of water, holding my ears in agony, and this big black angry thing is biting me in the face. The area of the wound is riddled with black veins, and it still hurts under the skin. I told my companions that it happens all the time, but I’m worried something serious is going on under there. I’ll have Zerrajin take a look at it back in town. Can’t let anyone else see me vulnerable. On top of that, I’m pretty sure that bitch of a bitch poisoned me. Even as I write this letter, I can’t hide the shaking and sweating from everyone else… I got ahead of myself, perhaps we better start where we opened the doors to a temple.
The last room we checked out had the craziest thing I’ve ever seen inside. A succubus someone said it was. The thing has…well had…these leathery wings, which put a wrench in my usual way of handling things. I got a solid hit in, and she took off towards the ceiling. No one could reach the thing, so I pulled out a bow and started peppering it. Somewhere between the dagger and the onslaught of spells she cast on me, I started feeling weak. I almost vomit on the spot, and Earthbreaker got awfully heavy when I picked it up next. Things weren’t looking all that great, but then Rhombus…that incredible beast, took a chunk out of her arse. He leaped up, 20 damn feet, and bit into her solid. She tried to disappear, and came close to doing it, but that bite put an end to that. There was was, slacked, tapped, and trapped.
Desperation is a stinky perfume Nathesnacore the Succubus.
She flew down in a desperate move. She went after whoever was standing in front of the passageway out. Remember watching the wolves hunt at home? That’s how we proceeded. For a group of non-tribesman, and non-rage fighters – WE POUNCED ON HER LIKE A PACK OF STARVING WOLVES, and for a few moments, I was proud of my pack. It was the proudest moment in my life thus far.
Followed quickly by the most painful moment of my life thus far.
It’s easy to ignore pain in combat. Desna be damned brother, I can’t even be harmed by smaller animals and smaller weapons any longer. But once it’s over, once the rage subsides, you feel every tiny bit of it. Usually that’s not a problem…but that bitch did somethin’ awful to me. I can feel it in my heart, in my veins.
Once Zerrajin patches me up, I’ll grab you and your cubs some items from this place. Not sure what I’ll pick you up, I just know it won’t be clothes. Apparently the shop owner doesn’t like when elves give their daughters the dirty business, har har!
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