Tale of Onmo Supperthroat 8th of Galena
"Argh, my head. I had the strangest dream last night...."
Onmo...Onmo...Insight....Lulled...Kill..Cerol...KILL...KILLLLLLLLLLLLL.....I always knew I was crazy, throwing rocks at walls for days on end. However, maybe it was because I was more important than these foolish peasants. They mocked me for having no musical or creative ability, but I would SHOW THEM that CREATIVITY is NOTHING compared to
TRUE POWAAAA!! I rallied my materials for adventure, when I looked down at my hand. A silver sword? What is this? Who uses SILVER to make a SWORD? I decided on one last day of rock throwing, so I did not die immediately upon entering the wilds. And there he stood. Par Cosinmastrod. That fat son of an elf was watching me...MOCKING ME! Urge to kill...Rising... However I knew I would not be able to complete my divine mission if I attacked him. As strong as I was, I could not face an entire town.
Then I saw her, Radir, the only creature in this backwater village other than myself that thought of greater things. Unfortunately she wasn't very thoughtful, because she had a copper morningstar. Perhaps I would invite her to venture with me.
I am as fast as I can be. Just in time too, as darkness is beginning to fall. I grab my things to sleep in this village one last time. I greet Thimeth the clerk, he will not deny me shelter.
Tale of Onmo Supperthroat 9th of Galena
Becoming hungry, I realize I need more supplies so I head to the Yawning Forest just to the west and slay a sloth. I am ready to leave this place. I greet Radir. Apparently I had underestimated the time I spent sloth-hunting and it is nearly dusk. However she is excited to join me in my adventure, to glory!
Saying goodbye to TorridWhispers, I say hello to Tallsports, the nearby town. Dusk sets as we enter the city walls and we sleep in an abandoned shop.
Tale of Onmo Supperthroat 10th of Galena
As I walk into the keep...
ELVES AND GOBLINS? What is this madness? Not only that, but there is also a dead elf, which is good, but I have no idea what to make of it all. Raiding the keep, I find a chain shirt and gauntlets, but no leggings or helms. Returning to the main floor, I ask the goblin bowman if he needs my services. He expects Death will find me soon enough. I hate this place.
I wander outside a bit, waiting for the rest to awaken. When I return only goblins remain. Was it a coup? Well, no more elves, so I am happy. None of the soldiers offer me any jobs, so I delve into the dungeon to search for more supplies.
A goblin ringleader! Carefully I sneak in, hoping to disable any bowmen before Radir joins the attack. But alas, I am too late! She is struck in the right lower leg by a silver bolt from the shadows.
Noooo! These goblin scum will pay for this! I throw an iron bolt I had picked up and it tears through the goblin bowman's skull. However, I must be cautious, there may still be more of them.
Nggghhh....
This...is it....damn bowmen...damn hammermen...
I knew I should have found a helm.
THUS ENDS THE LIVES OF ONMO AND RADIR, UNABLE TO ACCOMPLISH THEIR TASK IN THE WORLD.
I will probably only spend a day or two on a super fort, then I'll post the save.