Kæjk La’Dwa ab Jujnis, 2997
Heaven’s I’m still shaking from this damn day! And to think it had started off so lovely!
The night passed by uneventful. Bordel offered me a spot in his quarters which I accepted. Far better than just being in a bedroll under the stars. This morning I helped Fernwood with preparing breakfast- who I must say reminds me of my Grandmother. Maybe it’s just me longing for stability. Fern isn’t overly talkative, but we had a nice chat as I assisted her. She’s from Havenfold, part of the Holdings Kingdom on Middlemere, and had come to Asura on news that trade was good. I do find it strange that such a mild mannered women would have bothered to answer Bordel’s call, but perhaps she’s more adventurous than myself.
Soon all were awake and fed and we went about on traveling East in the hopes that Bahamut would take notice and summon us into his Kingdom. I remember thinking to myself that likely we were on a wild goose chase. Just another ‘do this and your God will fulfill’ kind of blanket promise.
As we walked on, the hours slipping by I figured out a solution to my situation. The towns we are to come along likely will have other caravans. Opportunity is bound to present itself and I will be taking it when I see it. The funny thing about it is I had thought of that before hell itself broke loose. I doubt I can escape this group fast enough.
It was amidst my daydreaming and mundane chitchat, that we stumbled upon a skeleton making factory. I don’t quite understand how it’s possible, but alas it was most unfortunate we came across it. I went with the group, the men all eager to destroy the abominations. I followed along for fearing if I stayed behind that the monsters might find me alone.
I watched as the others fought valiantly. My fingers plucked away at my lyre, keeping the group's spirits up, mine as well. If anything, I needed them to maintain their moral. If they wavered in their courage, then we were doomed.
The good news, I’m still alive and giving record of the events. The bad news, Kimaris, Marcus, and Gizmo are no longer with us. After fighting a series of skeletons, we came to a river. The group began to jump over it. Fern and Marcus were successful while the rest of us fell into the water. It was such a fast paced river that I had to really focus my energies to navigate the waters and take a breath when a moment of calm came.
The rapids soon stopped, but the river continued to rush us along. I got a chance to look around and could see open plains on either side of the banks. I then caught sight of Bordel struggling against the current in his armor. Quickly I swam over to give him a hand. For the years he had on him, I was surprised my boss hadn’t learned to swim. He clung to my arm a bit too firmly while I fished out my rope. Once I managed to free the item, I looked around for something to secure it to.
That’s when I noticed a handful of boxes floating in the river with us, as well as some kind of folk hopping from box to box. Bordel seemed to notice this and seized the closest one to us. It so happened to be the one the small folk had jumped on. I threw the rope to him shouting, “Catch!” The man remained silent as he took one end of the rope.
I held my breath, sinking beneath the current to rest a moment from keeping my head up. When I resurfaced I found the rope secured, which I must say was done rather fast, and Bordel clinging to the box that our small friend once stood upon.
Seeing the rope secured, I summoned a translucent hand that I used to grab the rope and hold it firm so my boss could grab on and get to safety. The small person, helping us, surfaced and also grabbed onto the rope. We each in turn pulled ourselves ashore, Fern having caught up to us, made sure the rope held strong to the bridge it was attached to.
Once on shore and seeing that everyone was alive and breathing, thanking the Gnome who had come to help us, I went about drying our clothes and gear. I especially made sure the flute and lyre I had were well cared for. The lyre held most of my magics while the flute... that was all I had left of Achmath.
Amidst drying off, we introduced ourselves to the Gnome whose name is Oda. He is mute and has a raven who speaks for him.
I then noticed the lack of our companions.
“Hey, where’s Marcus, Gizmo, and Kimaris, Fern?” I was actually very concerned about my companion not being around. Fern said Kimaris and Gizmo had fallen in, but Marcus she hadn’t seen since she left the cave after us. Before we could do a proper search, one of the boxes in the river exploded, revealing another skeleton. The abomination scarcely relished in it’s new found life for Bordel and the others made quick work of it.
We watched the other boxes drift away. Bordel wanted to pursue them, certain the town they would pass through wouldn’t bode well, but I was able to convince him that their town guard would be suffice. There’s also a likely chance that they’d have their own set of adventurers ready for a good fight. The bottom line was we needn’t worry ourselves with it and so I suggested we check the factory in the cave that was crafting the boxes. We could make sure it was unable to create those vile things.
The current plan is to rest up and go back to the cave to see if we could see what came of our party. Part of me worries about Kimaris... but the other really hopes that was the last I’d ever see of him.
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