Ok' so this is the first part. Much more to come' hopefully soon.
Let’s get acquainted with our hero; he’s quite a mellow fellow, a humble bobcat man by the name Alim Questedbalanced. His closest companion is a wise and well adjusted snail „Seba”.
He works as a ranger in the hamlet of Championslopped, weeding out troublesome creatures and local ne’er-do-wells. Here are some excerpts from the journal he keeps.[/i]
We’ve been receiving strange rumors from beyond the Inky Gulf. Some say the dwarves are expanding and have started to encroach on elven lands, and that war is imminent. Others claim that the great city of Watchedsimple was decimated by a horde of rat people. Rat people, of all things! Nobody has seen them in the last twenty years, let alone muster an army! This belongs to the same bag as the stories about two-headed gorlaks.
And then there is the die. Last time I was at the shrine, it suggested I should travel far away. I’m not that much of a wanderer, so I expect something strange might coming.
While doing a routine patrol of the village outskirts, I was attacked by a hammerman. Killed him in selfdefence. Two other brigands, who may or may not have been his companions, accused me of murder and I couldn’t talk them out of it. I took the simplest solution and killed them as well.
Found a bigger die with more sides at a shrine of Erthok. I rolled 14!
Nothing I can think of right now. I’m taking it with me to meditate on it some more.
I decided to stay the night at Botherallied, a hamlet whose every denizen seems to be a soldier. That was a mistake. It came under attack at night, a motley crew of dwarves, goblins and humans stormed the mead hall and I had no choice but to try and fight my way out. At least I got a new sword of dwarven iron out of it.
By the end of the battle, the only survivors were myself and another dwarf who fought in the defense of the hall. He bestowed upon me the title „The Polished Mightiness of Orders” and asked me kindly never to show my face in here ever again. Ungrateful digbeards.
As I approached Pricesscribed, I saw a peculiar man, prancing around naked through the snows.
Some time later, I went to the meadhall to meet with the lord, but he was absent. One of his soldiers told me that his master has some eccentricities, and that he can often be found taking snowbaths, publicly. All those stories about two-headed gorlaks and the lot seem much more believable now.
More travels, more unsavory characters. This time, one of the nobles gleefuly told me about his past career choices.
Not much has changed since then, if you ask me. Parasites.
The writing becomes increasingly unsteady as you read on.Spotted by a bandit archer. Got wounded pretty bad, my chest hurts and I can hardly walk five steps without stopping to catch my breath. Think my lung can be damaged.
Still hurting; I remembered the gods can grant favors to those that roll their dice the correct way. I do have one by me, so I’ll try it.
Doesn’t seem to be working. Perhaps third time’s the charm?
Wish it would. Useless!
Food supplies are dwindling. Even worse, I can’t hunt in my current state. Few people keep livestock around these parts, will have to scavenge for meat to gather some strength. I’m starting to feel feverish, may not last long if I find none.
Stumbled into a dwarf fortress. Thought it would be empty, but it wasn’t. Dwarves staring right through me with blank eyes. Scarfed down some meat from the trade depot and slunk off.
Found a half-frozen coyote corpse. Not sure how it died, could well have been diseased. Have to take the risk though.
Also got attacked by a bunch of other scavengers. Knocked one good over the head and others dispersed. Figure they weren’t as hungry as I am.
Reached a village of dwarves. Asked one for shelter in a hillock. He looked at my mangy fur and glassy eyes and gave me some cooked food and plump helmet wine.
Just kidding. Bearded bastard threw me out to freeze to death. They’re letting this old cat die because they think he’s not housebroken.
The fulll Moon is out. Could swear he’s staring right at me.
I think I might die tonight.
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Also had some caked blood in my mouth, but it doesn’t taste like mine, so I won’t worry about this now. Seba has been eyeing me weirdly though. Like he’s disapproving of something I’ve done, but won’t tell me what it is exactly.
OOC: I didn't plan on becoming weremonstered' but I also didn't want to suffocate before even getting to meet Ur, so I had to take that route. The part where I had to find something edible before I transform was getting quite nervy too' I was
HungThir' barely dropped out of fast travel in fear of suffocating' and there were few animals. Exciting!
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