It was really weird, I have to say that.
I’m Astryl Winter – known as Winter to my enemies and friends. I’m a hobbit (and if you say halfling I’ll smack you in the knee! -sigh, if only I was tall enough to reach the face.) And I’m a ranger. I’ve been around many places and had a few adventures for the safety of the people.
I’ve been traveling around for about four years from the east, since I had defeated a great dark man, and all of a sudden I’m grabbed by these priests. I was very perplexed, I must say. One of them that was holding me by the arm smelled really bad! And then I was thrown into this odd group of people and told I was suppose travel with them. I could have left, but the group was going to a cave and it meant treasure, so I followed.
I met an eladrin, named Gersium, another was a human named, Gerdiuni, and a peculiar orc named Captain Corak. He called himself a half-dragonborn -you know, half human and half dragonborn – but he’s really, really ugly…like an orc. I was thrown into their company. I found out that I had replaced one of their companions that had fallen ill. A companion named Rhaine.
It was all a good adventure. Got a little, hoo- hoo- spooky! I saw a rather peculiar woman pulling out a crystal from a statue at the end of the room (for we were searching for a bunch of crystals from different rooms.) She had a guilty expression on her face for some reason. I realized that she was Rhaine. (I thought she was rather odd. Why give a guilty look on your face when pulling out a beautiful stone? But she later proved to a smart one.)
We found out that we had to find the ‘clock of fate’ (whatever that is) and kill the woman that killed the guy that was trying to find the ‘clock of fate’. The woman was said to be his wife. Remember men, never trust a woman! They only want your money, that is all.)And then about a bunch of wizards that connect to the clock of fate and we should stop them.( Then we met the most disgusting dragon ever! Ugh! I shan’t tell you, because I fear that you may have eaten earlier. I shall just say he was sick and his way of fighting was sick. I’m glad I left the beast.
The beastly dragon left us a bit fatigued. So we set up camp and slept while Rhaine watched over us. She caught sight of some men sneaking up to a camp. She did a bird call that our group had discussed that she would do if there were trouble.
When I heard it, I grabbed my scimitars and went out of the tent. All of a sudden, a arrow passes by me. I see a man sitting on a tree. He was losing his balance after he had shot the arrow and then fell on the ground. I ran at him with my scimitars ready for action. This man, about in his thirties, started bawling as he saw the hobbit running towards him. I had compassion on him. I told him that I’m his friend. He jumped to his feet and started running away. I shouted for him to stop, because I just wanted to be friends. I caught another guy next to a pond running, and I decided to meet up to him. The guy was about twice my size, but he was pitifully terrible at fighting. Knocking him at his knees, I knocked him out. I tied him up and started washing his wounds.
The fighting had ended and we had two prisoners. The rest had fled.
I was rather bored and decided I would make a conversation with this man I had captured. “I’m Winter. What’s your name?” ‘Grunt.’ “It’s alright. We’re friends.” ‘I’m not your friend.’ I smiled kindly. “Of course you are.” “NO!” “Ha, ha, don’t be silly. Yes you are.” By then the man decided to not talk. I hadn’t annoyed an enemy for a long time and I decided I would just jabber for the long while with him. I told him of my best friend Sudoc, he’s a monk, and my other companions I had four years ago before they all married. He continued stayed silent and I was getting rather bored of it and decided to go further at making my enemy talk. (This is what we call the Winter torture) The Winter Torture is where you talk your enemies head off and if they decide not to talk to you at all, you poke them in the side where it is ticklish and make them grunt. It is a lot of fun! Ho! HO!
Corak brought his prisoner over with the other and I had asked him what his name is, but I’m afriad I had forgotten about it. He was a delightful chap. He talked much. I noticed that my prisoner was getting angry at how much his companion talked. So I asked him what my prisoner’s name was. He said it was Jordan. “Jordan!” I exclaimed. “That’s the worst name I ever heard of!” I turned to my captive and said, “Your name shall be Kell.” He suddenly grew very angry. “No! It’s Jordan!” “Kell!” “Jordan! What’s wrong with my name?” “It stinks!” Jordan continued being angry as we asked his companion why they were sent to kill us. Apparently some wizards wanted us. And Jordan was their leader. Jordan was very angry as how much Corak’s prisoner spoke. But I found it simply delightful!
We traveled to a village and had to set Jordan and the other prisoner free, because we didn’t want a lot of distraction. Rhaine followed Jordan, just to make sure where he went, but lost him, as we entered to set up camp a little ways from the village. We were reunited in the morning, but Gersium – I call him Girth – had a bad flu. So we left him behind while we went searching around for Jordan. I entered a shop after following some footprints where Rhaine said she lost him. I asked an elf, who was the store keeper, if he had seen a grumpy human – and other descriptions – had gone. The elf said he had not. Then once we got out of the doorway, we were met by two large men that grabbed us and threw us back in the store. Jordan was there! And he was standing by the elf, who’s name was Ramus. There was a bunch of other men surrounding the room. Jordan stood there smiling evilly at me. I smiled. “So we meet again.” Jordan took a step up at me and smacked me in the face. I grinned. “You do realized that you were beaten by a woman…and someone half your size.” All the men laughed in the room and Jordan’s face turned red with fury! “Shut up!” he shouted. Then Ramus stepped forward. He asked us about what we were doing in the cave. I tried to act ignorant of it all, and then Ramus nodded to his men and I suddenly found two arrows protuding in my shoulders. I gritted my teeth in pain as I dropped to my knees and hands. “What did you find in there,” Ramus asked again. I spoke, feeling the bowmen’s eyes watching me, ready to fire again. “Corak got that mask there,” I said, pointing at Corak, fearing that they might take my scimitars that I got from the cave. I need to revert the attention away from myself. “Winter!” Corak shouted at me. Ramus took us through a secret door in his store. I passed by Jordan, earning another smack from him. Even through the pain, I would not let him feel the victory of smacking me without a humiliating reminder. “I still beated you.”
You shouldn’t be surprised that we escaped from the place. Girth had come after feeling better and managed to help us get away. I looked away with disgust when I saw pink thingies flocking around Girth later in the night when I awoke.
Women! I saw Girth, Corak, and Gerd, smiling at all the women flocking around them. I later found out that Girth had met them in a hotel while searching for us. And that the women wanted to join us to get away from Ramus. I hid behind the bushes, knowing what was going to happen. All my companions once again would get married and I would, once again, be traveling for many more miles. The leader of the group of women had coaxed Girth to let them join them and get away from Ramus. (Actually, she wouldn’t have a need to coax Girth. He would had let this pink thingies join no matter what)
I’m sorry that we all got attacked and all the girls died but the leader. The leader was actually a great war hero and the girls were her adopted daughters. Apparently, the bad guys wanted the war hero.
We went back to the village where I was grabbed by those cray priests and found the village all burned. Rhaine and I caught sight of Ramus coming out a tent. He seemed rather surprised to see us. He ran back inside of the tent. The boys set the tent on fire, but I was pretty sure that was in vain. I was sure that there was a back door behind the tent. I motioned Rhaine to follow me to the back, we having gotten to be good friends. We snuck to the back and were ready to strike when Ramus popped open the flap. He shook with surprise as he suddenly saw me and Rhaine on either side. We killed him quickly and instantly. I was rather sad about that. Ramus could have told me where Jordan was for I had a score to settle with him. The war hero had suddenly disappeared.
Ramus carried some papers and those papers led us to a dragonborn encampment. We met a dragonborn named Miriam. We told her of who we are and our quest and she seemed to know it all before we told her…she seems to know too much. She gave a crystals and didn’t seemed pleased that none of us were good. (That’s because good people are wimps!) She said the crystals only worked if we were good and she said she would try her best to help us on our quest. We saw dopplegangers attacking the dragonborns and wished to help Miriam out. She pointed us to go to a cave and destroy them all. I went with a happy heart, hoping that the crystal would work for me. I was very curious of what I would find should the crystal work. And I would be trying my best. It shouldn’t be that hard…right?