The voices decide that we should accept the invitation, what the basis of this decision was remained unclear. Perhaps they had grown wary of the slow and monotonous life of an elven noble, maybe their interest in the dark arts drove them to this conclusion or there’s the possibility that they simply had grown sick of the elven ways.
I packed my bags and bid my farewells but to be honest I was a bit hesitant to go, flashbacks of my travels from two years ago made my feet heavy and the thought of leaving the comfort of home was daunting to say the least. But as time passed I had learn how futile it was to defy the wishes of the voices…
-Bag-
The scarf
A goblin axe
Extortusshis
A "sidecape"
A copper key
An small unlabeled bottle
New shirt
An old fishing rod.
A dagger
Leather armor
A clump of wax
15 urists of pigtail-rope
4 coins
New pipe
Booze
Filled waterskin (with water)
Emergency provisions
Some pipeweed
Rope-reed-rope
A lantern
Some Bandage + moss
A shovel
a paddle
a spoon
a couple of tiny sealable cups
gloves
boots
straps
Last off I left Wilfred with Amathspar since he’d grown so accustomed to the city life that I doubt he could handle another trip across the realm, he’s such a shitty goat…
Nimzy seemed jealous of my upcoming journey, can’t say that I sympathize with her, but due to her family related obligations she was not allowed. I can’t say that the Heasinddare standards are unreasonable though concerning all the ongoing slaughter out in the realm, to not speak of all the common dangers that come of the adventurer’s road. Especially now that the frequency of the battles has seemed to be steadily increasing in frequency over the last few years and the growing tension between the races. Last I had heard the dwarves of Musheath had begun carving a great path in to the northern woods, cutting down immense amounts of forest to delve further and further in to the elven sanctuary. The order had put up great efforts to hinder their continuous aggression and regrow the fallen trees however to no avail. I felt strangely saddened by this, undwarvenly so…
Well, at my departure I received a kiss as well as blessing from Nimzy while Amathspar sung a parting song as tears spewed.
As I met up at the disclosed location I was met by a grim looking group of elves that only acknowledged my presence with a few quick nods. I managed to identify them with the help of earlier acquired information as well as some short introductions on their part. Our party seemed to consist of a higher ranking priest with some apparent magical knowledge, one possibly female initiate with knowledge on necromancy, a rough looking tracker, me and tall elf that probably served as the Courtlounger’s, as in me, bodyguard. Whether he was there for my protection or to guard the gauntlet was unclear, the gauntlet which is still considered the order’s property.
We set out in silence and it seemed to remain that way, I may not be the greatest speaker but these other fellows made no effort what so ever to even attempt a conversation. I had not even been briefed on the details of the mission. Apparently I’d get further instructions if my expertise was somehow needed along the way. But I can’t complain as compared to my previous trip the other way this was a bloody picnic; we had provisions, sleeping bags and even fckn pipe weed! As we went on the voices told me more of their encounters with these supposed users of dark arts. I was horrified of the kind of beings they described, dark beings that brought undeath and disease. Old friends returning from their graves to kill you and how insanity festered amongst the survivors like a common flue. The worst part was all this foulness seemed to have a common focus-point around the fabled spire of Blackheart grounds. Whatever resides within the everlasting dusk of those woods hasn’t been witnessed by the eyes of a mortal for an unfathomable amount of time and I can’t say that I’m eager to be the first…
Jim on the other hand was completely lost in his almost religious devotion to the idea of necromancy, still claiming to never have met one but I suspect that there might be something shady going on…
The trip might’ve just taken a good 2 weeks or so if we’d taken a straight path but due to the political instability across the realm we were forced to take a grand detour past the shrouded twins and then around the seedy town of Jaywaxt to avoid venturing too far in to dwarven territory. For the most part we didn’t use any major roads and followed unkempt animal paths throughout dense vegetation which slowed us down even further. Luckily most trouble was avoided due to the keen senses of our tracker or a hint of magic from the priest.
Computer crashed 
only the priest remained...
Still when we reached our campsite and midway point at Lake Fortgast an entire month had already passed, here we had a chance to rest for a while and restock on supplies. I had already grown tired of the road and even though it was the voices idea to start off with they were beginning to question their choice due to a lack of action.
Here I got to know the other members of our group a little better, a little. Eirer’Norrezea the priest seemed quite arrogant and took little note to the rest of us. While I was impressed by his skill and elegance I couldn’t get over his nonchalant nature and ended up despising him with a burning passion. Cael-ta’Alealylth the ranger was perhaps the most outspoken out of the lot of us and while he would perhaps have made a decent traveling companion he seemed to share the same hatred for dwarves as the military. It wouldn’t be too unlikely that he’d have a history there. My body guard didn’t say much but kept a steady eye on me and only responded with short bursts of words when spoken to. The spear he carried looked strange, too long to be useful in uncounted combat I’d say, but then again I’m still counting by dwarven standards. The other initiate never gave me her name but I managed to figure out her gender due to conversations between her and Eirer. She seemed to share a great hatred for everyone and everything but the priest which she contrastingly adored beyond all measure. Furthermore she carried a rucksack filled with what appeared to be an entire bookshelf worth of literature, how she managed to cram it all in there’s a mystery and why she decided to carry all the excess weight on such a long journey another.
Well I finally managed to get some free time as the other four slept. What’s the next course of action? Just go to sleep and get back on the road as fast as possible? Wake someone up and attempt to do some socializing? Explore the area?
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