Tsurras’ Writin’ Log - 07/01/08

Where’s My Cow?

Now that I’m here in Fallcrest after so much travel, I have to say, I’m not disappointed.  The Beer is strong, if a bit tangy, the town guard seem to have a smart head about them and the local yokels don’t run up to me and poke me in the arse, asking me to burn stuff.

I’ve already hooked up with a group of like-minded adventurers, though only time will tell how well THEY sort out.  One of the Humans, Kevan, I think, is an acolyte of Avandra, though his soft hands makes me think he hasn’t seen much combat on the road.  There is the human wizard Torgan, who seems a spirited sort with a love of fire (who Doesn’t love fire when it isn’t burning you to death?).  I’ll have to get him a drink or three and hear his tales.  The Tiefling Dirge seems to be capable enough in combat, if a bit…um…shouty?  Yes.  Lets call him Shouty.  But I’d follow his lead in combat.  Mostly.  Then there was the Ranger.  I met him briefly after the battle, him sitting there, dejectedly staring at his crossbow.  Estavir, I believe.  I’ll have to make sure he’s not aiming over my head with that thing if we engage in another battle.  Yikes but I’ve seen old, one eyed, humans shoot straighter.  But I think I’m getting ahead of myself.

After a few beers with the pinkies I came into town with, I heard tell of a Temple of Avandra nearby that might have work for a dragonborn such as myself.  Outside the Temple is where I ran into Kevan and his soft hands.  We, along with the Fire Freak and Shouty, were commissioned by the Church to find a couple cows for a distraught farmer.  With the promise of 20gp each (and a thick side of beef for roasting) we agreed to the task and made haste into the woods.  Using my superior Dragonborn senses, I tracked the lost cows, along with the ranger who had gone on before us.  In a gully surrounded by woods and rubble is where we met our foes.  Two massive, demonic fire beetles, their mandibles glistening with what surely must have been Stygian Poison, a couple of weak looking Kobolds, and a giant mosquito (which immediately tried to mate with Fire Freak after he tried to burn the demons with…wait for it…FIRE (silly wizard).  Quickly assessing the main threats, I engaged the demonic scum with Avandra’s song in my heart and Punchline in my hands.  We all fought bravely, swords and arrows and magic flashing into the night. The ranger missed (repeatedly) with his bow.  The wizard wrestled with the mosquito.  Kevan called down Holy Sunlight to…uh…warm…our enemies. At one point I was laid low by a powerful blast from the demonic fire beetle whose flame melted the very rocks around us.  If not for me taking the brunt of the demon’s fire, our whole party might have been lost.  But Avandra smiled on her children and we prevailed, sending the kobolds to flee, and crushing the Fire Demons with sword and spell and righteous might.

Now, back in Fallcrest, we’ve got our money, and have gelled a bit as a group but…Where the toad is my side of beef?  I’ll be visiting that farmer in the morning.  A fellow’s got to keep his fighting weight up, after all.

Tsurras Wyrmblood
Paladin of Avandra