23th of Granite 175
It was raining hard, but I was so numb from all the killing (forty-one dwarves at this point) that I could have hardly cared. For breakfast, I found large male panda. I spotted a lair at first light and decided to investigate what might be dwelling inside of it. A coati watched me from a tall pear tree as I ventured inside the den. To my chagrin, nothing but sand and clay lay in the cave. I was tired so I decided to wait for the creature by napping for half a dozen hours. Nothing came, so I assumed that it belonged to the coati in the tree or that it was vacant.
A little after leaving the lair, I got ambushed by a couple elves who refused to cease. I obliged them with a fight. Neither were up to par with my mettle and had to withdraw. I let them retreat. However, one of them was audibly suffocated by his injuries which he sustained during the quick skirmish. I made the elf (despite his treachery against me) a hero's pyre. Moments later, his friend returned and tried to kill me with his wooden arrows. Seeing grief in his eyes, I chocked him out and left him alive in the forest.
Venturing a little further, I stumbled upon a dragon's lair. I immediately recognized her as the infamous Nëlas (Zesoltar Otilsirab) Brandedgilds the Jade Warmth, carved on many walls and spoken about in many stories throughout the Sizzling Confederacy. In the Furnace of Taxing, the ancient name of her lair, I slew the prehistoric beast, gathered her treasure (many coins of gold, silver, and copper), put her corpse on my back, and picked up her two eggs to safeguard. I knew that Ravenallied would be a perfect resting site for the old girl and her eggs.
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Topic: An Anthropological Study as an Adventurer (Read 21953 times)