Excerpts from Emjad’s Journal.....

by Mike

We have made it to the city. Disgusting place. A life built around revenge, I guess, breeds hardships. Ironically, brother is so nervous about the city, he has been quite chatty of late. One the way to the city, we “picked up” a poor little half-elf. We couldn’t stand to see him get beat so badly. Quiet, secretive fellow, but he might come in handy sometime.

After working this place for a couple weeks, we have a minotaur and a human signed on. A group of five is not strong but at least is pretty easy to manage. I’m sure something to get us started will turn up soon. At least the minotaur is a pretty good drinking buddy.

The human returned with news of work. After speaking with a dwarf, we are going herd hunting. The list looks a little odd but its only herbs, how bad could it be.

Ah, herbs; how wrong was I? After getting the lay of the land, we are starting to harvest things. Most of these items seem to be located near ruins. Curiosity will be my death but I must figure out what these things are. There is a strange policeman wandering around harassing us from time to time too; I don’t like him or his institution. This strange old house has a lot more to it too.

We have the peat moss; damn bugs.

The house turned out to have a lot of things too it. Strange home to some unique tribe I guess, perhaps we will investigate more when we recover.

* Found a portal to what seems to be another realm. While the others tried to get into a tower, I very interesting woman spoke with me. She may be another source of employment. With time, perhaps I will travel back to investigate further. I believe that she may have more power than one would believe.

Well, we survived the house. I can now see my life being filled with small pockets of revenge in addition to our life’s goal. After getting through various passages, we came upon a dead priest of sorts. My impetuous brother almost died but … Fortunately, it seems that the group is coming together nicely. We picked up a Druid who is a little too timid but an asset for healing that we gravely needed. With a little more experience, there will be little to stop us when it comes to small group brute force. Also, the half-elf is a little more sly than I thought, that is good, we need that.

* After a run in with the police, which did not go well, it is time to return to the city. There is a special priest who will die soon for touching my people.

It appears we have found work with a caravan. A catwoman contracted with me. Quite interesting, seems to be quite rich and powerful, perhaps this will help us get to where we need to be. I guess the priest has gained a little time. I will deal with him when I return.

The caravan is not going well. People are too stupid to be trusted. I guess we should not expect much when we do not have caravan experience. I will feel more comfortable when we get into the desertlands.