Varick's Month of Kuthona 4711
Not even the cold of Kuthona can pull my mind away from the girl. I should have tried harder. There had to be something I could have done to save her soul. I will now go out and help save more souls for the loss of Paxne. The road will be cold, but it is here in the quiet of the wild I have learned to focus my prayers to Iomodae, thanks to my good friend Roarsch and his brave people.
I can never falter in my ways for now I have the boy Jorrick watching my every move. He has much to learn and I have much to teach him. I see a lot of myself in him. The willing and need to protect and serve. The need to do good, to make the world not only a better place, but a stronger one to fight and keep the evil at bay.
Some interesting events fell on the road today. I put my honor at stake letting the silver tongued friend of mine Gavrosh speak on my behalf. I am unsure where his mind is at these days to have forgotten about the hostages. Perhaps, he is not doing as well as I perceive him to be. The events in the temple of despair might have dug their evil hooks in deeper than I thought. The events at the tower were also hard on him as well. I will need to speak to him while on the road, but after we find a way to help the fort. I will and cannot stand by knowing that the lives of innocents are at stake. Vigilance and I must ride. For the glory of Iomodae and the good faiths!
A message from the gods? I have survived the wicked winds and thrashing of a tornado. Thrown about and beaten by debris. After being hurled out of the tornado I was inches from death. My lost companion Vigilance led me to safety by the good graces of my Goddess. I now find myself within the walls of shelter, but I am sure something resides in the dark here.
In a time for rest, none is to be had. For the glory of Iomodae I must survive.
Three orcs and a half orc. I find myself in quite the position. Bound and at the mercy of evil doers. I fear for the safety of my companions. As their leader I have failed them. My giant friend lost to the wilds. Gavrosh, the women, and Jorrick stuck in the cellar of a butches shop to freeze to death or worse.
Jorrick arrived in the middle of the night. As long as the half orc keeps his word to not harm Jorrick I will let him live when I gain the upperhand. It is only time before these foolish orcs underestimate the power of good.
I am free and reunited with my barbarian friend who I thought I lost. I am grateful that Iomodae watched over him. May Sarenrae’s sun grow brightly and bring an end to this foul weather. Melt the snows and allow us safe travel back home.