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Eira - Recent Adventurings
Salty language? It'll get you in trouble.

(Eira – Eladrin Wizard/Smartass)

Perhaps I have been working too hard to shock my friends and family back home. My letters full of adventures are surely opening their eyes to the wide world outside, but in the process, I have been getting into a bit of trouble. My mouth often spouts out words before my brain engages, and I have on more than one occasion nearly entered battle with someone who only wished to help me.

However, adding to my collection of curse words has been very entertaining for me, as the surprise that it brings to have a fey creature such as myself spouting such salty language gets the attention of just about anyone.

Most recently, I encountered a battle that set me back to seriousness about my studies. Swarms of undead raging through the streets of Baldurs Gate – I have never seen anything like it, but I know that it’s my duty and destiny to prevent it.

I will try to tame my mouth the best I can… though I think I might still leave the letters home a bit spicy. After all, they can use a little shaking out of their shells, right?

Egor - Orcs in Thesk
I hate orcs. I really, really hate orcs.

(Egor – Dwarven Tunneler/Fighter)

Today was an eventful one. Met up with a group of fellow adventurers – Xanthan Gum, an elf ranger with a disturbing tendency for eating his foes, Actus, a dwarven warlock after my own heart, dedicated to eating souls and burning what needs burning, Oddjob, a half-elf warlock with a history of minion bossing, and Jake, a leader who kept us all in check.

We came across a strange halfling sitting on a raft in the middle of dry land. He was quite addled – syphilis seemed a possibility – but promised us gold for the retreival of a Radiant Vessel. He believed it would protect him from the flood he insisted was coming. I believe we all had our doubts, but since there was coin in it, we agreed, and traveled to Thesk via a portal he had created.

In Thesk, we soon learned that the leader of the town, an orc, had died the day before – and the inn was closed. Since there was no beer or lodging to be found there, we ventured into the streets.

We found orcs reveling – at least the foul creatures know how to mourn their dead. After some asking around, we attended the funeral, where Actus managed to get into a two fisted drinking competition, as well as a wrestling match. Before I could stop him, Oddjob also jumped into the ring. Amazingly enough, Oddjob shook off the huge orc who tried to throw him, and came out unscathed.

We learned from a girl who was repulsively in love with some orc in the band who we suspected of harming the town leader that they had kidnapped her cousin, who had powerful magic and was also with child. We promised to retrieve her, as well as her beloved – despite my disgust at the coupling. I gritted my teeth, tried not to think about it, and we set off on our way.

We took the map she provided, and headed off to the cave it indicated. After clearing an initial room of dirty orc minions, we found a room full of a necrotic dust. We destroyed a few more minions, and moved on to the last room, where we found one of the deplorable one-eyed clerics of Grumosh, evil eye socket and all – as well as the pregnant woman, already distressed in childbirth. We identified the girl’s unfortunate object of affection, and convinced him to not attack us. We made short work of an imp, as well as the other orcs, and helped to birth the child – a boy, the first in the woman’s line.

We escorted her and the orc back to town, to the thankful words of her cousin. We ventured back to the halfling, explaining that the radiant vessel was in fact a person, not a ship, and he paid us in full.

Not bad for a day’s adventure.


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