Orlane, again
Rest and cleanliness: what luxuries! I think the best part of an adventure is remembering it in the comfort of my bed. How lucky Chani is to have the ability to create songs about our heroic deeds. I can’t wait to hear them! Of course, she’ll probably paint me in an unflattering manner. We’re on speaking terms now, but far from best friends.
The rest of our time in the naga lair was spent battling the few troglodytes who decided to remain after they saw that their queen was dead. We found some people from Orlane who were being kept as slaves and of course freed them and brought them back with us. When we returned to Orlane, it was as if everyone was waking up from a bad dream. The constable was pretty embarrassed, as were most people who weren’t staying at the Slumbering Dragon. The outer farms got fairly crispy from the fire we set in the fields to escape the mob. But we’re staying to help rebuild those, and the people here don’t seem to be harboring any ill will against us for that little episode. Especially when they saw all the money being returned to them. I think it was their money and then some.
The priestess of Merrilee is the most grateful. I’m sure after seeing the demise of the insane priest, she is singing praises to her goddess for being spared. I feel kind of bad that the priest was killed by our party, but I can’t help but think someone who took so
violently to Explicticus, didn’t have a few things wrong with him in the first place. The priestess did some rituals for his soul, so hopefully everything has worked out for him in the after life.
I keep staring at my red rock, hoping to figure out what to do with it. I haven’t had anymore dreams about it or gained any new powers. I really have nothing to keep track of at the top of my journal entries right now. My magic is hiding from me, Falon is hiding from me, Jalik is far away, but I’m sure he would be hiding from me too. I guess I should go out and do some patching and repairing. Never was much good at that back home, and I can’t imagine I will be any better here, but I seem to be working myself into a slump the more I think about things I am lacking. Best get out for some fresh air.
Rest and cleanliness: what luxuries! I think the best part of an adventure is remembering it in the comfort of my bed. How lucky Chani is to have the ability to create songs about our heroic deeds. I can’t wait to hear them! Of course, she’ll probably paint me in an unflattering manner. We’re on speaking terms now, but far from best friends.
The rest of our time in the naga lair was spent battling the few troglodytes who decided to remain after they saw that their queen was dead. We found some people from Orlane who were being kept as slaves and of course freed them and brought them back with us. When we returned to Orlane, it was as if everyone was waking up from a bad dream. The constable was pretty embarrassed, as were most people who weren’t staying at the Slumbering Dragon. The outer farms got fairly crispy from the fire we set in the fields to escape the mob. But we’re staying to help rebuild those, and the people here don’t seem to be harboring any ill will against us for that little episode. Especially when they saw all the money being returned to them. I think it was their money and then some.
The priestess of Merrilee is the most grateful. I’m sure after seeing the demise of the insane priest, she is singing praises to her goddess for being spared. I feel kind of bad that the priest was killed by our party, but I can’t help but think someone who took so
violently to Explicticus, didn’t have a few things wrong with him in the first place. The priestess did some rituals for his soul, so hopefully everything has worked out for him in the after life.
I keep staring at my red rock, hoping to figure out what to do with it. I haven’t had anymore dreams about it or gained any new powers. I really have nothing to keep track of at the top of my journal entries right now. My magic is hiding from me, Falon is hiding from me, Jalik is far away, but I’m sure he would be hiding from me too. I guess I should go out and do some patching and repairing. Never was much good at that back home, and I can’t imagine I will be any better here, but I seem to be working myself into a slump the more I think about things I am lacking. Best get out for some fresh air.