Here's the first one. I'm now writing up the second account!
The Journal of Alonso Aliqui
I am Alonso Prospero Aliqui, yclept by civilized men "Ur Badale." This
nom de guerre was necessary to conceal my nomadic origins. To further this end, I have spread tales of a kea-man fortress in the antarctic wastes. Numerous gulls (no, not that kind) have helped to make this an acknowleged "fact."
It was during a particularly racous festival that I slipped into the hamlet of Wealthysongs. When the debauchery finally stopped, I insisted that I'd made my introductions earlier, and that they were all too drunk to remember. Thus ashamed, they did not trouble me with my background. Their inebriation also provided a dandy cover for the items that I had purloined.
Now, I grow restless once more. I long for the thrill of performance, exploration, and larceny. I have decided to depart Wealthysongs, but not before acquiring some information from my fellow lodger (recorded below.)
I have departed! Such joy I feel!
What to do, what to do? I could try my hand at vampire-slaying. It's rather risky, but you never know.
Ah, a keep! Perhaps the hamlet of Fencecraters will be my next victim!
Oooh, horsies! I need some more food, not to mention weapon-practice.
Swooped down on them, but they didn't die quickly. I did kill an ostrich, though.
Talked to Heju Ukrobuh, the local lord. He seems like a nice enough chap. Not that that's going to stop me from fleecing him blind.
People I've talked to:
Quistra Pabatulet, Male Human Farmer (fellow lodger)
Heju Ukorbuh, Lord, Fencecraters
People of interest:
Human Vampire Gal Twinklethunder-Rosyhall
Ketas Anguishcounselled-Fencecraters
Places I've been:
Wealthysongs
Fencecraters
Place of interest:
Laudsmile-Town with criminal organization.
Dufotomer-Kobold Camp
Markbathes-Kobold-infested tomb.
Trichalmer-Kobold Camp
Thadabablorsnis-Kobold Camp
Stolenthreats-Bandit Camp
Wrungthief-Bandit Camp
It is with great sorrow that I report the death of Ur Badale. As he and I stood in my throne room, a swarthy young woman, clad in a makeshift uniform and carrying a silver two-handed sword, entered. At once, she bellowed "Opulent scum! Know that I, Cereni Yathacame, Lieutenant of the Emacipation of Plays, shall be your bane! The streets will run blue with your blood!"
Poor Ur was quite puzzled, so he did not join me in my strategic withdrawal, and I did not see what happened next. I did hear it, alas. The squawks that befell my ears were the most agonized I have ever heard. And then they stopped. Oh, that awful silence.
When the villagers entered the keep, the next day, the floor was a horrendous mess of blood and feathers. The floorstones will not loose their sanguine hue for many a moon.
Had it not been for Ur's heroic sacrifice, I would not have escaped with my life. For this I am eternally greatful. He will not be forgotten.
-Heju Ukorbuh