Delahk Bloodbeard

Journal Home – Bitter Mumblings

Entry 3 – 5/22/08

So we confronted the bastards. After some mother-related insults from the head honcho, I started pushing him around and he nearly guts me with his stubby sword. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I don’t really want to talk about it.

But after dispatching the main rabble-rouser, a crowd started to gather, egging the fight on. The other two get wounded and run off. Human cowards, psht. The town guard shows up and starts asking all these questions and crap and, I guess purely pragmatically, Vigo instantly hires us as new caravan guards, sparing us from legal issue. Varius takes care of my gash by paying the Sun some lip service, and I put ointment and dried leaves over the remaining wounds. That legionnaire ain’t too bad in combat, I’ll say. That human dainty is still hanging around with her hired henchman. The hirelings fought pretty well, but Mrs. Nobility still seems about as useful as a leprous gnome. Probably never worked a day in her life, throwing money around like it’ll fix all her problems. I bet if she got rid of that money she’d realize pretty soon that she had fewer problems to deal with in the first place.

Long story short, we decide to play along with Vigo. He’s willing to pay, and we apparently have nothing better to do. Whatever. I still wish I knew what he was carrying in those shiny chests. I can’t seem to get a very good peek and he’s not too fond of answering questions. Varius and I are used to the traveling life, but the female made more of a fuss about where she’s going to sleep and blah-dee-blah than she did in the fight. I’m seriously still not even sure why she’s around. Doesn’t she have some ball or gala or some such to attend? At least her companions are quiet.

So we get a few days into the journey and we’re ambushed by orcs. Seriously. Clusterfuck’o’orcs. One of ‘em gets me good in the thigh, but we drop a couple of them as they escape with the wagon. Vigo’s pissed. I mean i-RATE. But whatever. That guy’s kinda getting on my nerves. Now holy boy is making me touch his holy symbol to get healing. I do it this time cuz I’d lost a lot of blood, but I have a feeling I’m gonna be hurting a bunch in the future. Oh SHIT, we totally forgot to loot the orcs we killed. NOOB!

Anyway, we’re off to this port city to try to track down some information. We lost track of where the wagon went as if the damn thing up and achieved lift. Maybe we’ll find it, maybe we won’t. Did I mention I’m about ready to lay the smack down on this Vigo guy? I am.

But this new city is weird. All the humies are crying and the stores are all closed. Apparently someone important died. Or is it two people? I dunno. I guess we’ll find out sooner or later because that cloud-breathing lass has gone and started her nosiness.

I think Varius is enjoying himself way too much in Milandir. If one tenth of Coryan felt as strongly toward the ‘rebel state’ as he does, they’d have that thing invaded and reunited in no time! Not that I have any interest in that happening. I’m beginning to rather like the idea of rebel states and secession, and the possibility of them being widespread and systemic.