Zol, the 24th of Sypheros
I must say, Dadak is starting to become quite a asset to our little party. He helped to make those two months shipwrecked on Smuggler’s Shiv less of a burden. I’m not talking just about his brute strength, he is able to swing that mighty great axe about with quite a bit of proficiency and raw strength. And I’m not just talking about his ability to rejuvenate our wounds and heal us. I am talking about his new powers.
Traveling down the road to Kalabuto we spied birds circling in the sky. Joffa and I were able to determine that they were vultures and that two or three of them were extremely large vultures! We approached the area they were circling slowly, fearing that those monsters would swoop down on us, but Dadak had a different idea. In a blink of an eye – Bamf! – he turned himself into a vulture and with two flaps of his mighty wings, he joined the flock circling in the sky! A few minutes later, Dadak returned and landed next to me then changed back to his usual form. He reported that the birds were circling the carcass of a dead horse laying in the road. That easy! He assessed the situation and let us all know the dangers.
Just a few minutes later, after that huge lion bounded out of the tall grasses and pounced on me, Dadak showed his abilities again. As the lion ripped my flesh and my clothes with equal ease, the corner of my mind that was not distracted from my screaming and pain, I felt a sudden heat blossom near me. Dadak turned into some Primal Form of fire with the casting of a spell and threatened the lion. The lion decided to make a meal of me somewhere else and moved within range of Pol. Pol struck the lion a mighty blow and it released me. Dadak moved partly into the grass to ignite them and to further scare the lion of with the flames and smoke.
Tonight, sitting around the campfire I’m going to have to cast my mending spell several times to get the rents and tears out of my new raiment. I may have even lost a gem or two in the collar. I must remember, before I make my bed upwind from Dadak, to thank him for his part, and maybe, uplift his spirits with a song or two. I know, I’ll sing him that song he taught me so long ago on Smuggler’s Shiv. How did it go, again? Oh yes!
We stomp our feet, Ha!,
We crush their bones, Ha!
We fling them up, Ha!
Their woman all are wailing!
—From the log of Kreshton Rel’Astra