The reach is under attack, by something. While I have my reservations about going back, I’ll go. Over time I’m starting to understand what duty means, and how life throws things at you that need doing, even when they’re things you don’t really want to do and for people who aren’t really your people. Doing what is right, because you have the opportunity is important. What’s more important is doing what’s right, even when it’s inconvenient or uncomfortable.
Some people are born into power, some are born into wealth. Others make their own way. These days this noble crew of misfits that call ourselves the Unchained has become even more of a family to me. Even that silly dragonling, which isn’t all that silly. She just has an amazingly different view of the world than ourselves could ever imagine.
I’ve taken my lumps without question, I’ve even taken them in stride. I’m no hero, I’m a girl who can read lips, who can spin a good tale, and when pressed, I toss a mean bola. And here I am surrounded by warriors, all growing into their own, and who view me as one of them. It’s humbling, and the least I can do is stay with them and help them gain the fame and love that they so deserve.
Where did it all go wrong? Did I stop Skram from killing Trejack just to see a miscarriage of justice set him free? Maybe I didn’t do the right thing, as that slaver will soon be on the loose to enslave others, and most likely hunt us down.
I had a chance to take an oath to further Stilicho’s cause against his uncle, to be his herald, and instead I chose to pledge to the King of Throal. So now I’m in the service of Throal, and serve as a far wandering set of eyes and ears. Was it hubris, or was it important to not support Stilicho?
Hanna and Dremnin are a lovely pair, a bit like watching father and daughter, only daughter is an up and coming necromancer in her own right.
Urgral I don’t really spend much time with, and the one time I went with him to an inn I didn’t even properly watch his back. I let him get beat over the head with a tankard by a drunkard looking for a fight.
I basically never talk to Vridich, he’s off in his own world rather often and sort of literally.
Which brings us to Dagmar. Him I think I can be of service to. The Tippling Tskrang could certainly help his community center feed the needy. We’ve just been so busy I haven’t had time to even talk to him about it.
I’ve been terrible about keeping up with my notes, which is kind of sad for a troubadour isn’t it?
These last few battles have rattled me severely. First those insects that tried to steal Hannah when we stopped to repair the mast, getting stabbed through by a giant bug isn’t on my list of things to accomplish, let alone being severely injured by it.
Giant 8 legged tigers attacking us? Seriously? Tigers with 8 legs? It reads like a sailor’s tale of the absurd. Maybe that’s what it is. And you know, just as we rescue Hanna from Fire beasts Vargaxes comes rolling out and certainly would have come after us given half a chance. Thankfully Vridich was able to cut that horror off at the legs. Literally, ok maybe just the back third.
When we do find ourselves at the reach it’s yet another horror causing the issues. ANOTHER HORROR. Between those crystals and the disfigured troll constructs I almost died. I woke up bloody, sore, and disoriented.
Two relatively minor battles in what we’ve dealt with, and twice in a row I’ve been seriously injured and lucky to not be dead. Am I really helping my friends, or am I merely giving them someone to worry about in combat?
I need to revisit my skills, maybe being a Troubadour is a liability after all?