MIGHT AS WELL.
Well, what to start with... found myself sitting in a curious inn after a rough trip through the mountains, sipping on water and watching the newcomers.
Despite not knowing my ways around here, I had found a scrap of paper on the ground with a scrawled map on it... I held onto it just in case it might turn up handy. Sure enough, here comes Argie, this human...I don't know what to call him, but "Rookie" came to mind after watching how he was acting... then I saw the drunk, and all his talk of the liquor here, as if it was the best he'd ever had... ha ha. Then the other elf, Amala, seemed a capable kinsmate after seeing him in battle today. I overheard what Argatson was after, and called him over, under the premise that I had his lead... A few minutes into our business discussion, another human came in, this one a girl. She looked capable on her own, and had the lightest footsteps you wouldn't ever hear. Heh. The drunk left the room, to sober up, I suppose, and came back a while later after this sturdy looking-dwarf came in. He had a nice beard, though I guess they all do... looked tough as well. This other cloaked human came in right after him, talking to the 'keep in a familiar tone, but sure enough, he needed some help looking for something, and everyone in the bar practically jumped at the chance.
Now for posterity's sake, I won't go into detail about the boring part, but the man wanted us to find a chest for him, so we all grouped up to help him with it. He gave Argie the map, but lo and behold, the rookie was holding it sideways... I took a look at it briefly, noticing it was similar to the scrap of paper I had found a few hours earlier, in fact... the map pointed us towards a mountain pass about four or five miles north, which just so happened to be a nice, dilapidated riverbed. There was a pile of dead goblins at the entrance...presumably warding them off, I suppose? I'm not sure what's at the end of this pass, but it probably doesn't like goblins. I took the high ground quickly on, to get a better view on anything further up the channel, but I didn't find much other than some more trees and grass... and sky.
Soon enough though, Amala heard something, and we all got ready for whatever happened to be past this 90 degree turn in the channel. Rookie stepped up to the challenge and peeked around the corner, sighting a squad of four goblins, one holding a white cat. Now this wasn't a normal cat, as the dwarf could attest to, but Rookie tuned the corner and let two shots fly, hitting the frontmost goblin in the chest, but to his surprise, didn't take it down. I crouched down on the wall, having a clear lookout over the dried out reservoir...I assume, anyway. The battle went on without a hitch so far, the dwarf turning the corner on his warhorse, rushing up to the goblin and taking his head off in one nice swing of his weapon. Damn thing flew pretty far, if I say so myself. So anyway, I took up aim with my crossbow, but no sooner than that, a strong gust of wind rushed over the channel, throwing my aim off and pulling on the release, my shot flying over to the dwarf on the horse, ricocheting off of his armor and planting itself in the dirt. I suppose he was alright, he cursed my aim though, to the effect of "that durned elf!" A few moments later, the cat sprung out of the rear goblin's arms and sat on a peculiar chest, before making the most peculiar sound and letting out a beam of fire straight at the dwarf! He was singed, but that cat wasn't such a normal cat as we assumed... A few more flying projectiles and exploding body parts later, the cat was last. I took aim and fired another bolt at it, hitting it right in the neck! It kept moving though, almost as if it didn't even notice the protruding bolt... A few burn injuries later, the cat ran down a narrow path off to the side of the reservoir, evading a few passing swings as it darted under the dwarf's horse.
The cat escaped, and it happened to be nearing dusk, so we decided to follow it after setting up camp and getting rest, the dwarf, now thoroughly singed and burnt in a few places, needed it. Amala and I went searching for some firewood to use, and happened across a felled tree, presumably struck by lightning in a few places. We got it back to camp, but to our surprise, the dwarf was gone again, apparently out to collect some food for the night. And by Armok he did! I was in a silent awe as I saw the dwarf carrying this gigantic corpse of a mountain walrus, setting it down off the side of camp so Amala could butcher it up...mountain walrus...he he hah ha hah ha...-writing trails off uncontrollably, presumably the end of this little journal entry-
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