Delahk Bloodbeard

Journal Home – Bitter Mumblings

Entry 2 – 5/8/08

At an inn on the way to Milandir I came across an interesting Coryani Legionnaire who happened to be on the way to see the Patriarch speak as I was. Definitely an imperialist Illiir-terate, but tolerable. He does make decent Gnome jokes.

Some riff raff caravan guards give us some hell, so I intend to teach them a lesson by throwing a dagger into their table, splitting a plate in two. One of them pockets the dagger, so I sneak over to their wagon and collect it later that night. Seriously, humans get on my nerves.

We get into Bolshevik a few days later and, while giving a fugly young lass a tattoo, the Legionnaire shows up and we start chit chatting. He seems interested in getting a tattoo, but the thought sort of bores me. These humies obviously don’t feel the connection to bodily decoration that I’m used to. Why am I still spending my time doing this?!

The same goblin-brained mercs start spreading rumors about me ‘poisoning’ people with my ashen ink, so I go over and straighten them out. Some cork-sniffing female human noble came over and appeared to try to defend me to some Milandisian town guard, as if I couldn’t take care of this little matter myself. I get back to finishing the lass’s tattoo, and set off to explore the town. It’s pretty boring at cursory examination and the local merchant’s wares don’t quite satisfy. Vigo’s (the merchant who employs the pipsqueaks) cart is suspiciously not set up for business. Apparently he’s heading to the coast to sell stuff that’s only needed there. Something’s elfy about that, this human town’s the best place for business we’ve been to in quite some time.

The next day the Patriarch speaks. It’s a pretty self-righteous oration about how we should all work together for the greater good of the gods or some hogwallop. I guess it’s what I should have expected, I’m just not sure if it was worth the journey. Apparently the Patriarch is heading right on back down to Coryani…big deal.

When I get back to my wagon, the lock’s busted and my inks, papers, and wares are all busted and tossed about. I know who had their hand in this, and take some of the evidence to confront Vigo’s guards, and my Coryani acquaintance follows. After a short round of questioning, we know that they’re guilty. I think it might be time to handle this nagging annoyance with more than words.

Regardless, maybe this is a good stimulus for closing this chapter of my life. I’m tired of the amateurs and bumpkins that are part of this caravan. Maybe I’ll stay in this town for a while, or find somewhere to go with Vaximus or Marius or whatever his name is, as he seems to be as much of a wanderer as I. Haha, he makes such a funny face when I say “Illiir-butt-kisser”.

It dawns on me that I keep hearing about a dwarf that’s poisoning everyone, and I know it’s not me. Maybe there’s another dwarf in town causing trouble. Maybe I should try to find this guy.

PS – Ss’ressen…woah!