RayneBlythewood9
First Post
(Just so readers know, well if anyone reads this. Anything in parenthesis will be out of character. Like (this). I hope you enjoy our gaming group and sessions.)
For any and all who read this journal--may the knowledge and experiences enclosed be of some sound mind and help.
The adventures of Hopes Folly.
Hobart Zadrahl's journal of life's events.
It's never to late to start recording my life's details and events. The knowledge I have gained should be preserved and passed on for others to learn from and experience. I am currently an adventurer in a party of humans named Hopes Folly. Naming ourselves was more of an adventure than one would think. I refer to the group as Hobbs Folly. Myself being Hobbs of course. Well let me put a little background information in as to how and why I became an adventurer. It first started out when I left home to hit the city and become a rich merchant. River's End was going to be the pot of gold at the end of my rainbow. I joined up with a caravan heading to the city and met a couple of people heading to the city for a new beginning also. We conversed along the days travel and ended up staying at the same Inn. The only way to earn money was to be a group and do jobs posted at the adventurers guild. So we became Hobbs Folly.
Hobbs Folly:
As it stands now 3 of the original 6 are still alive, but only two are still in the group. Myself and Ryu a ranger/dervish. The other living member is a halfling barbarian who joined the underground arena and has become one of the most underestimated savages in the circuit. The first to perish was a student of the wizard college named Jast. I didn't know him that well, but he was a good man of noble blood. The next to perish was a large country boy named Aire. He carried a large great club and had some type of divine grace about him and could sort of cast a few spells. Some would say his soul was favored by the god of strife. His soul was set free by an axe wielding orc barbarian who would critical hit anything in his way. He served us after his own tribe deemed him dead, because we captured him. He only lasted a day or two, but fought very well for us. The last character to perish a Spirit Shaman/Druid named Polk. He was very weird and talked to things like they were people. It was sad to see him go.
We currently have 3 new people in the group replacing some of our lost companions. We have a fighter/wizard named Drassell and a Cleric of the god of strife that has a composite greatbow. The third is a wizard that loves to substitute acid for a lot of things. The wizard/fighter has basically taken on the same role that Jast occupied. The cleric and the wizard are totally a diffrent role that this group didn't have and now love.
I myself am a teller of tales and a historian. I sieze any opportunity available to me and try to make the best out of every situation. I first started out my life trying to be a sort of swindler or broker. I have sinced changed my ways or actually I haven't needed to swindle. I have become the groups faceman and bard. A jack of all trades and a master of very few. Most of all the luckiest of them. I will attempt to get some of the other party members to log some of their thoughts and group lessons also to have other point of views.
As for now I have to gather some information on the underground area of the bakery section of old town. We are looking for the ruins of an old evil cult and believe they are located their.
Perhaps I can continue after lunch.
Hobbs
For any and all who read this journal--may the knowledge and experiences enclosed be of some sound mind and help.
The adventures of Hopes Folly.
Hobart Zadrahl's journal of life's events.
It's never to late to start recording my life's details and events. The knowledge I have gained should be preserved and passed on for others to learn from and experience. I am currently an adventurer in a party of humans named Hopes Folly. Naming ourselves was more of an adventure than one would think. I refer to the group as Hobbs Folly. Myself being Hobbs of course. Well let me put a little background information in as to how and why I became an adventurer. It first started out when I left home to hit the city and become a rich merchant. River's End was going to be the pot of gold at the end of my rainbow. I joined up with a caravan heading to the city and met a couple of people heading to the city for a new beginning also. We conversed along the days travel and ended up staying at the same Inn. The only way to earn money was to be a group and do jobs posted at the adventurers guild. So we became Hobbs Folly.
Hobbs Folly:
As it stands now 3 of the original 6 are still alive, but only two are still in the group. Myself and Ryu a ranger/dervish. The other living member is a halfling barbarian who joined the underground arena and has become one of the most underestimated savages in the circuit. The first to perish was a student of the wizard college named Jast. I didn't know him that well, but he was a good man of noble blood. The next to perish was a large country boy named Aire. He carried a large great club and had some type of divine grace about him and could sort of cast a few spells. Some would say his soul was favored by the god of strife. His soul was set free by an axe wielding orc barbarian who would critical hit anything in his way. He served us after his own tribe deemed him dead, because we captured him. He only lasted a day or two, but fought very well for us. The last character to perish a Spirit Shaman/Druid named Polk. He was very weird and talked to things like they were people. It was sad to see him go.
We currently have 3 new people in the group replacing some of our lost companions. We have a fighter/wizard named Drassell and a Cleric of the god of strife that has a composite greatbow. The third is a wizard that loves to substitute acid for a lot of things. The wizard/fighter has basically taken on the same role that Jast occupied. The cleric and the wizard are totally a diffrent role that this group didn't have and now love.
I myself am a teller of tales and a historian. I sieze any opportunity available to me and try to make the best out of every situation. I first started out my life trying to be a sort of swindler or broker. I have sinced changed my ways or actually I haven't needed to swindle. I have become the groups faceman and bard. A jack of all trades and a master of very few. Most of all the luckiest of them. I will attempt to get some of the other party members to log some of their thoughts and group lessons also to have other point of views.
As for now I have to gather some information on the underground area of the bakery section of old town. We are looking for the ruins of an old evil cult and believe they are located their.
Perhaps I can continue after lunch.
Hobbs