Our story begins with a trio of kobolds who have recently reunited together on a journey... what may this journey be.. and why they seem to be going on this journey in the first place?
Journal of Zal Entry 1This is the first time I have ever begun writing a journal so, sorry if my writing skill is not that very well, but enough of that, let's get into introducing ourselves for this first journal entry of mine..
my name is Zal, Zal Ngotozsongob, and these two are my fellow friends going with me on this journey
we have plans on leaving the regions near and/or of Omon Obin to somewhere in the faraway mountains of the South(i was never really smart with compass things humans and dwarves use anyways, so I'd say the mountains of the downwards!) to create a grand new safe haven for us kobolds and the gremlins my two friends seemed to gotten a hold of from some "magic gremlin" a weird old man gave them.
I mean heard rumors of a ecologist being hired at the Boltspumpkin museum who had gotten hold of a similar "magic gremlin" from a similar weird old man... (I don't know maybe this is that the same old man? I mean according to some info I got from Zosto, the old man considered them as his "second customers" or something, I don't know, could be a coincidence.
well enough of that we reunited to go and do this journey to start a new safe haven away from the horrible Obin Blight that is tainting our current home regions we are packing up and leaving from right now (well as far as I know not, it's not really just that blight that's plaguing here in these regions, it's also halfly plagued with some undead weremammoths and such by some crazy monkey I only heard rumors of existing here), we decided to do this journey in the first place to hopefully make a new safe haven for our nearly kobold kind and even gremlins with these new gremlins we got thanks to that magical gremlin my fellow friends (or rather friend and "acquaintance") had kind of received from said strange old man I had mentioned earlier.
As we reunited at a nearby Elven forest retreat of some sorts of the elven Civilization near Obin Omon (kind of forgot the name of that collective of Forest Retreats myself forgive me possible readers who find my journal), and packed up a bit with some of our pets, some chickens we got to bring as a small source of livestock for this dream safe haven we wish to create when reaching our location, and got our gremlins ready and we begun taking "South" or downwards rather!
While we were prepared, we got a move on and I checked my map a bit just to get a good look on where we reunited at.
With that I remembered we meant up all together at Sparkledemeralds, a elven forest retreat, though I can't help but feel this retreat was quite empty, and it really bothers me with how much fog there is in The Worshipful Jungle, the jungle this Forest Retreat and others nearby it was built in, really gives me a rather creepy and slightly uncomfortable vibe like there could be a blighted thrall around here in this jungle just watching us from a distance hiding amongst the fog, possibly waiting for the right moment to possibly kill/infect us and our gremlins all at the right moment..
that is one of the reasons on why I want to leave these regions with my traveling buddies in the first place, the constant dread of possibly being attacked killed or infected by those undead blighted thralls or whatever other awful beasts that are out here thanks to Necromancy and that stupid rumored crazy monkey! whatever his name was!
As we were walking through Sparkledemaralds and past the other forest retreats near it as a settlement (my theory as to how quiet Sparkledemaralds was and how quiet the other forest retreats near it were so quiet was because some of the elven population evacuated a bit from how bad the Obin Blight situation was spreading and how it kind of even spreaded a bit out of the Omon Obin civilization into a nearby dwarven civilization as well, from what I atleast heard a little of a alot of kind of..
While traveling some of our gremlins were joking around which atleast lightens the mood a little while traveling, but is kind of a bit annoying while we finally walked out of the Forest Retreats and are trying to atleast get through The Worshipful Jungle on our journey, while at the same time getting grouchy over being rained upon in the rain that is mixed within the fog that is on the jungle of where we're at right now.
Oh gods and deities above, some of our Gremlins are even petting our chickens, they might grow a bit too attached to our chickens, even though they are our future livestock.
But thank the gods none of these little guys can get ahold of my pet bat that is sleeping soundly in my backpack, Batto Eyo Eyo, because I do not want to lose my trusty bat that's been along with my for my abstract ideas I have been thinking about from many times here and there ever since I was a small little kobold that used to live in a small little cave.
After a long while of walking through all the fog and we kind of made it halfway out of The Worshipful Jungle but the sun came down and it was pretty dark out, so we decided to sleep it out with a campfire next to us, so that next morning we may go back to traveling to the location we so desperately want to reach no matter how far it is, to finally setup a true kobold and gremlin settlement safe haven for us three to relax away from the awfulness that is the blight tearing through the "Omon Obin regions of Orid Xem", though I fear we may not survive on completing our journey to make this safe haven, my journal and maybe some of Zosto's work in progress writings will be all that's left to help keep our stories for those who wish to read to let it be known that us kobolds and gremlins are dying races..
But atleast them gremlins might have some hope of being repopulated in the world again, but who knows..
Entry 1's writings end here, Entry 2's writings are now in progress to any of those who may or may not find my journal.
OOC:tried my best on writing this out and the whole not knowing compass directions stuff was kind of unintentional (cause i constantly confuse North, South, West and East together sometimes) but i decided it would be cool to write in the fact that Zal doesn't know much about compass directions into his character cause why not, but yeah, also hoped you enjoyed my first post on what is happening in my turn I will work on Post 2 after playing some more, tho there is a chance Post 2 will happen when my turn is over/when my character is dead or retired so it might wind up being much longer then this post but yeah.
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