World Converged: 1
Journal Entry 1: A New Start
Ty and I made it to the town of Honeycrest, it’s an interesting place, to say the least, these Halfling towns always are apparently.
Ty stole an apple from someone’s cart, but it seems these people are more than happy to part with them anyway, so no harm done, I guess.
No sooner had we arrived before some woman halfling in a business suit, ran up to us and offered us a job! Seeing as I spent all my gold getting out of Raizel, I wasn’t going to turn it down, Ty accepted too.
She told us to go somewhere called Harvester’s Common, then scurried off. Neglecting to tell us where that was. Thankfully, the other townsfolk were more than happy enough to point us in the right direction, with apples in hand.
When we got to the common, the first thing that hit us was the number of people working there, the second thing was the smell! It was putrid, everyone there had masks and/or clothes pegs on their faces.
The woman hadn’t told us who to speak to once we’d got there, so Ty and I looked around for anyone who looked like they had… seniority, I guess?
We noticed some interesting looking people waving at us, so we assumed they were who we needed to talk to. The two (a flowery pair of a Firbolg and a Satyr) turned out to be just as lost as we were.
The Halfling woman… boss… I don’t know, I’ll just call her Claire for now. Claire eventually turned up being followed by what looked like an animated corpse. A very strange looking old woman. Claire even seemed surprised to see her there.
Claire told us that the area was being used for a very lavish wedding ceremony, and she needed us to clear whatever was making that smell in the air. She offered us 50 gold (to share! Like we’re some adventuring party or something) for the job. But you know I’m not really in a situation to turn down any amount of coin (I didn’t think about what I was going to do once I got out of the city, everything happened so fast). So, she sent us on our way into the forest to find the source of this God-awful smell. The Satyr, Firbolg and old woman(?) seemed to be getting on quite nicely. They were chatting about who they are, where they came from, and their history, which I mean, I suppose is a nice thing for some people to do, but giving out your entire life history to a person you just met seems weird. The Firbolg managed to find some really delicious berries from somewhere. I managed to slip one into my mouth without removing my mask too much.
It didn’t take us long to find the source of the smell, it was a dead horse. The poor thing had been clawed, beheaded and just left to rot, which was quite terrible. Ty and I tried to investigate it, to see that it was still moving in a way, at least the flesh was. The horse was dead, but there was something else going on. The others formed some sort of committee to decide what they should do and one point just left, mentioning something about shovels and carts. Honestly, I felt that if they were just going to be messing around like this and waste time, maybe Ty and I should just get the job done and split the gold between us, 25 each instead of just 10.
Much like most things, that didn’t go too well. I manifested a blade in my boredom and threw it at the horse. Turned out that was a good thing because as soon as that blade hit the horse, at least a dozen Sturges flew out of that body and started attacking us. They quickly surrounded us, gripping onto us and trying to stick their proboscis into the pair of us. Ty got some space between him and the swarm, with only three latched onto him. I managed to shadowstep away to break their hold on me. We took a couple of them out, but they were causing us some real issues those tiny buggers.
The others eventually came back to see this little escapade happening and to their credit, they drew their weapons and started attacking the bugs as well. The satyr and the old woman pulled out instruments and started playing music, which seemed to be affecting the bugs, so I guess they are trained in the bardic arts. The Firbolg seemed to be trying to reason with the bugs, which didn’t work. So, I guess they have druidic abilities, maybe ranger but not with their presence. Anyway, after a short fight and an embarrassing number of missed throws (I need to get some practice in before my next skirmish), all the bugs were defeated.
With the bugs dealt with, we dug a hole so we could bury the horse. Strangely while I was digging, I felt a presence in the back of my mind, but I managed to push it out with very little effort, will have to investigate that later.
After this endeavour, I felt I should introduce myself to my companions… I guess, co-workers, I’ll say for now. The Satyr was called Encore, the Firbolg was Dr Goodflower and the old woman went by Seraph. I introduced myself as Infinite, but I left my mask on. I don’t know if I can trust them yet with what I am. I guess time will tell or maybe this will be the last time I ever see them? Who knows?
Anyway, Infinite signing off
