Journal of Ad Deathblossoms, Granite of the Year 120
Today I have become a hearthperson in my hometown of Veileddrum, in the service of my great lord Lecit Hamemark. Today is the day that I begin the rest of my life, and as it is such an auspicious occasion, I have decided to start a journal chronicling my life. I came from humble beginnings, my parents were fathers. When the levy was called to defend against the elves in the Conflict of Steam 16 years ago, my father naturally went to serve. When the war ended in 106, he did not return. We later learned that the elves had killed him in battle, and eaten his body. On that day, I swore that I would do all I could to rid the elves from our beautiful southern island. So, I trained and I trained, finally becoming as skilled as I am today. With the grace of Ramston Takenvises, god of laws, justice and valor, I will succeed in my goal, and I will see those corpse eaters thrown from this island I call home. Becoming a hearthsperson is the first step to this, and has secured my a stepping stone for my quest. I've finally gotten my equipment together, and I'll be leaving shortly to travel to Inkphrase, the largest city of our glorious Confederation. From there, it is a short journey south to the lands of the Skirt of Pasttimes, the elven kingdom. Perhaps in Inkphrase, I can recruit some fighters to help me in my cause. I'll need to scout the lands first though... All things in due time. For now though, I am off!
As I travel, I can't help but think about the great service I will be doing for my Confederacy and my god. All I can think about is the glory and honor I will recieve by bringing human law and human justice to the elf lands. We are so markedly superior to them, there is no way they can stand against the might of some determined humans. Even our stone roads proclaim our superiority over all peoples of the land.
I made it to Inkphrase for the end of the day, and rested at the home of a friend. Tomorrow, I shall talk to the lord, and inform him of my endeavours.
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In the morning, I passed through the market on my way to the castle, when suddenly...
Quickly, the crowd mobbed him. I drew my sword, and yelled at them to stand aside. Jumping forward, I slashed at his belly, and tore apart his guts. I then scrambled away as he rained blow after blow upon my shield. As I recovered, someone fired an arrow at him, breaking his horn! This was my chance, I struck.
Now to finish him off.
After assuring the citizens and the guards that everything was okay, I decided to head to the castle and tell the lord of my heroic deeds. Surely he will outfit me with an army capable of wiping out the elvish scum.
Naturally, life is never that simple. As I passed down a side street, I was set upon by a cave dragon! Despite the threatening nature of the creature, I struck it down in a matter of moments. I truly have the makings of a hero. Who knows what damage that dragon could have done? Spirits lifted, I continued on. Naturally, I was confronted by another monster on my way there. A quick blow to the head, and the Crocodile Recruit was no more.
It seems that the world is more dangerous than I had previously believed. There are monsters at every turn. This can only be a sign that the influence of the elves is tearing our lands apart. Something must be done. Determined, I marched onwards to the castle. My hand grows weary though, so I will summarize the events at the castle at a later date.
((Kinda dull at first, I know, but I spent a fair bit of time going through legends mode and getting some good background. It'll pick up, the next one will have more content, and less trivial details. Also, holy shit. I hit three encounters in a row in the same city. Is this normal now?))
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