D&D Today: Part 3
The Journal of Gars Sithersay: Golden Guardinel of Garland's Guardians
Day 8
It has been an eventful few days. Me and my companions are currently on their way back to North Blackston. Our campaign to rid the city of the gnoll threat is not going as well as we had hoped. The following two days after my last entry were an almost constant barrage of attacks, from the very gnolls we had been hunting, to a giant spider. Battered, bruised and low on supplies, we opted to head back to civilization to regroup.
I have come to know the people I am traveling with, which can only bode well as I will be fighting side by side with them. There is Rucky, a Cleric, who hails from what was once Drytown. I have yet to exchange notes with him regarding the healing spells we both employ and hope to do so in the near future.
Brek and Gargan, a Fighter and a Jack of All trades respectively. They appear to have a deep friendship, and must have faced many perils together, as their fighting style needs next to no communication between them. Brek is quite the ally, able to take down many foes with a single swing of his blade. I haven't seen anyone quite like Gargan before. Fireballs flying from his hand one moment, arrows the next, I'm never quite sure what to expect. Other than whining over ever nick and scrape of course.
Kamari, the Barbarian, hails from the far north. He often complains of how hot it is here. He is a fierce warrior in battle, and when he gets upset, all foes should watch out... although I'm not sure how dangerous he really is. I continue to hear jokes about him impaling himself, at some point prior to our meeting. Despite his... simplicity, he is tight lipped about the whole thing, and I only get laughter and a shaking of the head from the others.
Oyan rounds out our group. He is a Kobold thief, and can take out nearly any opponent from the darkness without any trouble. Not the most honourable of combat styles, but when you're fighting for your life, anything will do. His skills do not stop there though. His ability to speak Gnollish came in extremely handy when I attempted to broker a peace with the gnolls. It might have succeeded too if their demands hadn't been so unreasonable we might have made a deal. As it was we managed to get into our amour and fight them off.
We shall endeavour to hone our fighting skills before setting off again and put an end to the Gnollish threat once and for all!
Day 8
It has been an eventful few days. Me and my companions are currently on their way back to North Blackston. Our campaign to rid the city of the gnoll threat is not going as well as we had hoped. The following two days after my last entry were an almost constant barrage of attacks, from the very gnolls we had been hunting, to a giant spider. Battered, bruised and low on supplies, we opted to head back to civilization to regroup.
I have come to know the people I am traveling with, which can only bode well as I will be fighting side by side with them. There is Rucky, a Cleric, who hails from what was once Drytown. I have yet to exchange notes with him regarding the healing spells we both employ and hope to do so in the near future.
Brek and Gargan, a Fighter and a Jack of All trades respectively. They appear to have a deep friendship, and must have faced many perils together, as their fighting style needs next to no communication between them. Brek is quite the ally, able to take down many foes with a single swing of his blade. I haven't seen anyone quite like Gargan before. Fireballs flying from his hand one moment, arrows the next, I'm never quite sure what to expect. Other than whining over ever nick and scrape of course.
Kamari, the Barbarian, hails from the far north. He often complains of how hot it is here. He is a fierce warrior in battle, and when he gets upset, all foes should watch out... although I'm not sure how dangerous he really is. I continue to hear jokes about him impaling himself, at some point prior to our meeting. Despite his... simplicity, he is tight lipped about the whole thing, and I only get laughter and a shaking of the head from the others.
Oyan rounds out our group. He is a Kobold thief, and can take out nearly any opponent from the darkness without any trouble. Not the most honourable of combat styles, but when you're fighting for your life, anything will do. His skills do not stop there though. His ability to speak Gnollish came in extremely handy when I attempted to broker a peace with the gnolls. It might have succeeded too if their demands hadn't been so unreasonable we might have made a deal. As it was we managed to get into our amour and fight them off.
We shall endeavour to hone our fighting skills before setting off again and put an end to the Gnollish threat once and for all!
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