Am I a chosen one? Is that possible? What does that even mean?
The Council was no help. They told us that they couldn’t do anything except call a meeting. What did they want us to do? Keep a dream journal. Yeah right. That won’t save Ashleigh and the gang.
That night we had more dreams (nightmares… omens…) Gnolls, a mausoleum, a shaman with a bone headdresses, and a skeletal face with burning red eyes… 12 keys… They open a door in Tarnull Port (Where is that?)… The first key is in a nearby bog infested with giant spiders?
I guess I need to roll with it. Some answers would be nice, but I guess intrigue is an important part of adventure, right? I’m really on an adventure… wow. Chyprius, the Bard of Valon and budding adventurer!
I sang the Traveler's Chant, a 10-minute song I've been learning in Bardic Performance Studies: Songs of Inspiration. We walked really fast!
We ran into Amores Thrucold and his guard Naydra on the road. Those criminals were selling the belongings of Avalonian teens to some creep in the bog, who uses their stuff to turn them into slaves! One of the items was Tamsen's comb! She could have been turned into a slave! We’re going to put a stop to that nonsense.
With one adventure, we might get one of the 12 keys, stop a villain and get a dire spider leg (long story…).
After a battle with them, which we won, we ushered the Dwarven jerks into the village. The villagers will keep them there, and we will turn them in to the proper authorities in Valon on our return journey. I know this won’t make me popular with the rougher side of L.V., but hey, adventurers do good, get treasure, and become the inspiration for epic tales. Those are all I want out of life. I want to have fun, make a difference, and be remembered.
In the village, we met Xavier, a kind man. We stayed with his family. He fed us and gave us a place to sleep by the fire. I entertained his family and other local children with juggling, songs and tales of adventure.
Villages are so different from cities. They all seemed so happy. Their home was filled with love, and joy. I’ve never felt so much love before. Their family seemed to really love each other, and crazier yet… they seemed to like each other…
The next morning we left and on our way to investigate the bog we were attacked by giant spiders! I was doing so well, but I’m ashamed to say that at one point, I nearly ran away. I decided to keep my ground, and immediately after, one of the spiders, the size of Trinna Wadskull, drove its fangs into my flesh, and I passed out… poisoned and dying. Tamsen brought me back. I’m so glad Pavel picked us up some healing potions.
Tamsen is my best friend. Pavel and Eugenium… well, I can honestly say that I wouldn’t have picked them. I can also honestly say, now that I am with them, I wouldn’t pick anyone else.
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