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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Oghma" data-source="post: 6830" data-attributes="member: 71">Dear Diary (Waterday, Planting 26)Ho hum.  I’m not even having fun annoying Gimil.  I’m learning what I can on the lute, but I think I’m getting on Bole’s nerves.Ord and Gimil had a practice bout to keep their hand in.  Gimil won, but Ord didn’t use any magic.  All I know is that I wouldn’t want to face either in hand to hand combat.  They are both strong, and can fight forever.  We camped near a copse of woods.  We’re on the valley floor now, and tomorrow we’ll probably be heading up towards Longspear.  Only six more days until a nice hot bath!Dear Diary (Earthday, Planting 27)Went through some hills today.  Ord talked today about what happened when he left his delve.It seems he was a little bit too interested in battle for the first mercenary group he joined.  They accused him of putting them in situations where they had to fight too often.  During practice bouts, he practice with a ferocity and focus which scared them a little bit.We were having lunch by the side of the road when Gimil heard a noise off in the direction we had been heading. We all dropped our food and Gimil ran down the road to see what it was.  Ord got his bow and trotted down to follow Gimil, and Rattlin found some cover in the trees and moved along the tree line to meet it.  Ratt sent Millyeneum up to scout.Already crossing the road and heading toward us was an ogre and four or five hobgoblins.Gimil was in the lead, and drew his sword anticipating the charge of the ogre.  Gimil bellowed a challenge in Giantish, I think, but I didn’t understand it.  A few of the hobgoblins threw javelins at Gimil, and one hit him a glancing blow on the shoulder.I ran up and sent some missiles into the ogre.  Rattlin readied his bow and took a shot at one of the hobgoblins.I turned to look at Ord and saw the most astonishing sight of my life.  I saw Ord, a dwarf, running away from the battle and hiding behind a tree like an elf, taking a shot with a his bow.“When did Ord turn into an elf?” I thought.  There he was, peeking behind the tree and re-stringing an arrow.“Ord!” I shouted, “Get over there and help Gimil!”Meanwhile, the ogre had reached Gimil and had taken a powerful swing at him and missed.  I sent two more missiles into the ogre and began to back away, since the hobgoblins were getting close.  Then I stopped, because I realized that Gimil was going to be overwhelmed by the hobgoblins too!  I ran forward to stand with him and help out.  “Look at me! I’m a dwarf warrior,” I yelled and swung my staff at a hobgoblin, missing.The priests came running up to help take one of the hobgoblins.  Rattlin pierced one of  hobgoblins with an arrow and Ord, running up from the tree, finished it off with another well-placed arrow as he dropped his bow and ran to help Gimil.Hobgoblins are huge!  Really big.  One in front of me took a swing at me and I almost dropped flat on the ground to avoid it.  Gimil got whacked hard be the ogre’s club, and a second hobgoblin took a swing at me with his axe and hit my arm!Ouch.  I’m not supposed to be up here fighting, I realized.  I’m not sure what got into me, but there I was, toe-to-toe with two hobgoblins and an Ogre.  Luckily, the ogre just took a sword swing in the side from Gimil, and we fighting for his life.  Ord came up and hit the hobgoblin on my right so hard that the hobgoblin dropped like Bonnie Thimbleprick’s ‘s face after she realized that Gobby Sticklight wasn’t going to ask her to the Treedimple Starnight dance, and was going to ask ME.  Hah!I backed away and let the melee combat be done by the experts.  I sent a couple more missiles into the ogre. The priests and Rattlin had the last hobgoblin surrounded, and Ord and Gimil were fighting the remaining hobgoblin and the ogre.  Within a few seconds it was all over.Dear Diary, (Freeday, Planting 28)Another dull day. It drizzled a bit, but we just kept going, since it really didn’t get to an actual rain. We spent a good part of the day trying not to give Ord a hard time, but it was hard. Ember kept sniffing up ahead, and then running to hide behind a tree. Everyone noticed except Ord. Ember’s a smart dog!Dear Diary, (Starday, Flocktime 1) (Beory’s Day)Spent most of the day traveling, and wound up at the tail end of the Beory day celebrations in a village outside Longspear. We were so tired that we just went into the inn and went to bed.Dear Diary, (Sunday, Flocktime 2)At last! We made it to Longspear late this morning. We said goodbye to the priests and found an inn to rest in. I went around with Ord and our wagon and sold all the stuff we’d gotten as loot on the trip (except the really good stuff). Ord and I got back around dinnertime, where everyone had a huge dinner and about ten pitchers of ale.But that’s not the interesting part.We were into about our fourth pitcher when a dark-robed old man walked over to Rattlin and said: “Rattlin Shadowlurk, do you remember me?”Rattlin looked up and said, disbelievingly, “Wizard Cradomar? Is that you?”“One and the same, Rattlin! It has been quite a few years!” the old man said. “But I’m not here with good news. Your father contacted me to see if I could find you. He’s dying.”Rattlin’s face described a steady, slow fall. He had been joyous in his celebration of our adventures, and pleased, though confused, to see Cradomar. With the news of his father his face just got more and more sad.I said, “How is he? Will it be long? Can we get there somehow?”Cradomar looked over to me.“Oh! Hello, I’m Posy Feytickle, a friend of Rattlin’s.” I held up a hand for him to shake, and he bowed and kissed it! Such excellent manners for a human! “Enchanted, my dear. Rattlin has excellent taste in companions.”What a smoothie! I hope he doesn’t think Rattlin and I are a couple or something! “Would you like to join us at our table? We’ve been celebrating, a bit, but I think you should meet Rattlin’s other companions.”I performed the introductions while we found a chair for Cradomar.Cradomar explained, “Rattlin’s father and I converse frequently through magical means. He was a companion of my adventuring days. He’s asked me to keep an eye out for you, Rattlin since he knew you were in the area. When we last spoke, he was not doing well, and he’s asked me to transport you over to him. You can bring your friends if you wish.”Rattlin nodded, still a bit stunned.“How will we travel?” I asked, wondering what ‘transport’ meant.Cradomar looked at us. ‘At first I thought I’d just teleport him straight there, but with this group I think I’ll have to make a portal to a hillside spot near Verbobonc. It would probably be easiest.”Teleport! Portal! Cradomar must be very, very powerful! Old Felster couldn’t even teleport, Glittergold bless his crotchety self. He also seems to have a sense of humor, an excellent quality, rare in dwarves, but occasionally present in the best humans.Cradomar then did what I thought was a very nice thing. He told us of his adventures with Rattlin’s father. He told us about fighting a dragon(!) though he was quick to point out that this was not an old or large one. Rattlin’s father sounded very heroic in many of the stories, and I think it was very kind of Cradomar to let Rattlin hear good things of his father. Rattlin has mentioned before that his dad wasn’t around much, and that he didn’t get to see him very often. It must have been nice to find out your father was a brave adventurer, after all, even though you didn’t get to know him well. I wonder if Rattlin got his happy-go-lucky wanderlust from his father.Cradomar’s tales were well told, and funny, and occasionally he’d do illusions (which were very well crafted). We listened raptly until almost dawn, when the old wizard finally called an end to it. Cradomar said that he was going to head home and rest for the portal spell, and that we were to meet him outside the town in the late afternoon on top of a hill to the north.I’ve come up from the common room to fill you in, Dear Diary, but now I’m tired, and am going to sleep. Tomorrow, Verbobonc! I've heard there are a LOT of gnomes there.</blockquote>

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