Eugh, enough of these politics. Time for some action. I was surprised how easily I was persuaded to sway from my goals, but the prospect of drenching my maul in Orc blood… Seems like a good deal.
First stop was only a brisk walk of a couple of hours away, a certain farmer Lenny. Now I don’t know what this farmer has done for my compatriots before, but they treat him better than the queen we just left. And by my beard, I’m not going to be the Dwarf that shames Dwarven hospitality, so I brought him some ale. Difficult to part with though…
After one day of walking, I pretty much had it with walking. It’s not like exploring caverns and great halls like at home. I was relieved to finally arrive at the inn. I filled my belly with a good hot stew and ale before you knew it. The rest of the party didn’t seem too keen, they came back after a while saying there were Orcs with torches in the distance, but they seemed too far off to make it worth our while. Doesn’t matter, from the stories I keep hearing, there’ll be plenty of Orcs to go around when we arrive at Oakshadow.
One more day and we would arrive at Oakshadow. I was keen to get there, both for exciting combat prospects but also to get rid of this spineless wurm called Nisel. He also kept buying the rest of the gang food and drink, yet I also protect his scrawny behind. It made me feel like excess foam on a beer.
When I went up to… talk to him, in my usual diplomatic way, I was pleasantly surprised to find Lilith on my side of things. I already feel like part of the gang.
Once we arrived at Oakshadow, I was introduced to the dim-witted blunt instrument called Lord Vilwald Dagarson. No wonder they wanted to relieve him of most of the decision making. He had a temper like a Dwarf out of ale…
After a couple of days passing the times in the marketplace and the mess hall, there was finally some excitement in the form of an alarm bell. An Orc raid was spotted outside the city.
The battle was a swift one. I myself took down a couple of them, smacked ‘m right on the nogging. And by Clanggedin Silverbeard, that cracking noise lifts my spirits every time…
That reminds me… It’s been a while since I’ve eaten any eggs, might have to see if they have any in the mess hall.
I could also see why I was drawn to this party. Good fighters, the lot of ’m. Keg, the Goliath, cleaving two enemies down in one swing. Better not stand too close to them in the future.
Kraeger seems to be the master of magic. I saw him light up and sear the metal armour of the chieftain to the flesh. That sizzle and the smell, whew… Glad I walked off my breakfast before getting here.
Now the cherry on top, Lilith. She seemed to be in quite a pickle, surrounded by a couple of Orcs. Wasn’t looking too good. Then, on the spot, her body morphed, her hands turned to claws, skin to fur and a grin full of long, sharp fangs. I’ve never seen anything like it and I was glad I wasn’t standing next to her when it happened. She quickly dispatched of the remainder of the Orcs. It does look like she’s in complete control, but still… Better keep an eye out.