Chypirius, a rat in a cage

After our glorious battle in the dungeons of the keep, the teens thanked us for our help. Pavel then saunters into the room like he owns the place. Whatever.

I summoned the spirits of the muck and the dank underground to build us a campsite! You should have seen it… little fungus sprites, rock brownies and muck nixies all came out, sang a song, built us a campsite and whipped up a fantastic meal. We settled in for the night.

The next day, we killed the evil goblin woman who was keeping the girls captive, and we all gathered in the great hall, the teen boys, the teen girls, and us, the teen adventurers, and we were ready to have ourselves an awesome party, when guess what happens… I’m sure you can guess… Some jerk adult comes and spoils our fun.

This ranger, hired by the council to find us, insults us and demands we leave with him. Yeah right. We are independent and we make our own rules!

We said goodbye to our rescued friends and Pavel locked up the ranger jerk long enough for us to be on our way without him.

It was a great sight to return to the village of Tilleasy. These people have it made. Their lives are so loving, so real. These are the kind of people who like really matter. We gave Xavier the keys to the keep. I hope he finds a good use for it. I sang and juggled for the kids again, and curled up in front of their fireplace.

In the morning, we asked for two donkeys and a cart to escort the criminals we had captured earlier back to Valon, and wandered back to our city.

We arrive, prepared for a heroes return, and no, instead we are manhandled by the guards, lectured by the council, and I am forced to go back home. No one noticed me coming in, or if they did, they didn’t care. That’s for the best. I’m either ignored, or go to bed with a black eye. I’m glad it was the former. I hope that starting tomorrow night I can go back to staying in Tamsen’s chalet. I hate my family. I want to leave Valon for good. I’ve learned so much more out there living life than I’ve learned in all my years at that prison they call school or trapped in the cage of a bedroom.