10 Sek 637 (evening)
Blessed Nephthys, it looks like we have a plan, sort of, even if it’s really just a plan to wait a while and then try and come up with a plan again. Oh Goddess, these guys talk more than a bunch of fishwives on the Day of Stories. If the building caught fire they’d have to have a meeting to discuss which exit to leave by.
It was good to hear Victoria say that I should run the show in battle. It turns out I have a reputation. Who knew? Well, except for You, of course. Anyway, it sounds like she doesn’t share her family’s hate for our family, which is a damned good thing in my opinion. She’s trained as a knight, so if I can count on her in a fight, we might do okay.
Not that we’re necessarily going to be doing any fighting. Telémakhos is really excited by the idea of not doing any kind of fighting ever, and Markos and Bleys agree with him. I mean, we’re supposed to be heroes of Thricia, protecting the common people and defeating monsters and enemies, and these guys want us to do what, negotiate? Get involved in House politics? I dunno about them, Lady Nephthys, but that’s not why I’m here. As long as I have anything to say about it, we’re going to fight.
Anyway, it looks like our liege House, Barhyte, wants us to go loot some old barbarian tombs out in the Disputed Territories. I guess that we could test our steel against whatever’s living down there, and maybe bring back some loot, which I guess is what Barhyte wants. But like I’ve told everyone, I’d rather do something that would actually help people. Whatever’s lurking under those Kingstones is a hundred miles past the border, and I doubt it’s a threat to anyone.
Personally, Lady Nephthys, I’d rather go back to Chalkour and start clearing out hobgoblins. But I guess that even with a couple of mages and a couple of priests, and maybe a couple of mercenaries to boot, we still don’t have the numbers or the combat experience to handle a full-blown troop of hobs. Especially since it looks like our magic men are no great shakes in the magic department. Except maybe for Bleys, because he won’t say what he can do – no surprise there. He can breathe fire and fart lightning for all I know.
Anyway, Telémakhos heard some rumors about pirate trouble around Tribunisport on Black Thread Isle, which apparently involves House politics and us wandering around talking to people, so of course he’s all over it. I guess he’s right when he says that it would make good practice, though. If we get into a fight, it probably won’t be as deadly as if we tackled some real danger in the wilderness, and it’ll give us more time to train. And let’s be honest, Lady; I don’t know what I’d do if Telie dies on my watch. I’ve had too many friends die on me already.
Speaking of training, we all sparred at Anhur’s temple today – except for Bleys, naturally – and I think we may do OK when it comes down to battle. Telémakhos is getting better, and both Victoria and Laarus know how to fight, even if they’ve never really been in a life-or-death situation. I do feel a little weird to be trooped in with them, since I know that Anhur and Ra aren’t Your favorite other gods. But I do feel better having them at my back.
Well, we leave tomorrow morning, Lady, so I’d best get some sleep. I pray Ptah to give us safe passage to New Harbinger, and Isis to help us choose the right adventure once we get there. And I pray your favor, Lady Nephthys, always.
