A conversation

I left the "dear" Captain as soon as I was able, and settled my bill with Hobart. While I was there, I asked him if he would ask Markus to stop by my room once the guardsman left; I had some questions for him. I sent my missive, and packed up my bag while I waited.

A Missive

Met imperial prisoner caravan from South in Corcoran. Conscripted to accompany to rendevous at Imperial Road to North. Leaving Corcoran in one hour. Awaiting Reply.

Of caverns, and gnomes, and children

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-- Dylan Thomas

We've just returned from our rescue attempt. One child saved, one gone. And new companions, however long they will last.

Orthos - a mage, although his magic seems unlike that of my home...perhaps humans have different ways in such things

Markus - a drunk and a womanizer, but not a coward; he seems to have acquired some type of golem in the cave - Womblie is his name now

Varel (and Wolfie) - A druid and her companion, although she seems a little...soft for such endeavors

Nibben - a gnome who had been investigating the cave, seems a stealthy sort

Salbadore - a mage of the Lebenskraft Guildhouse, rescued from the goblins and "yuan-ti"; he has a raven with him, Mayna

A Beginning

O dark and still are the wet fern
And trees where no birds nest;
What heed have I for night or day
Who ride a livelong quest?
- The Enchanted Forest, Cicely Fox Smith

As I set my foot upon the road to Corcoran, I pondered my mother's last words. "You may find those lands interesting, and lose yourself in them for while, but remember, your home is always here." What would I find in these "interesting" lands? Would I soon grow weary of them and long to return back home, or would I, like my mother before me, spend years of my life fascinated by all they had to offer? The one thing I knew for certain is that I had to find the answer.