I wasn't quite sure about the first post I made. It imposed a lot of things on Erin, and Jim pointed out a few that didn't match well with her personality. Round two, more focus on out team, less on her problems.
This town is blessed with a surplus of heroes, though a lot of them claim to be common folk. If not for them I would have surely died, and those I was meant to protect would all have been lost in the spider-filled caverns forever.
Tails is unflappably brave. Even after nearly dying on the first expedition, he joined the rescue mission without hesitation. Even after getting turned to stone and nearly dying twice, he walked gladly on into the darkness.
His method of fighting is…
Goodish news, I was mostly wrong. The adventurers were not all dead when we got there, and nobody died getting them out. Given the circumstances that's borderline Miraculous. However, their magical ritual did go awry, releasing some ancient curse and possibly dooming us all. Still, better than expected.
Erin seems pretty busted up about Billy Braid dying under her watch. I wish could do something for her, but she's been pretty open about her feelings about me. Celandriel said…
An entry from Erin, cleric of healing, shortly after the misadventure in the spider infested caves.
Where to even begin?
Have you ever had your every failing and weakness laid bare before you? Two days ago, I fancied myself a hero, a warrior, an adventurer. I imagined myself worthy to walk along side great people and do great deeds. I have been humbled and shamed.
In my arrogance I thought I could protect Billy and co., that my faith and power could shield them from harm. When I has found wanting, I refused to accept it and instead enlisted villagers to rescue them. I begged,…
I'm probably going to die tomorrow. We're neck deep in dungeon and everyone else seems dedicated to press on. So hello to whomever finds this diary. I hope that you make it out of this forsaken cave alive. I didn't.
I'll likely be the the third to die. Strago appears to be a magnet for violence and is as robust as a rice-paper wall, and Tails is probably already dead. The others seem hopeful that he's going to recover somehow. He's been turned to stone (If you're reading this,…
Some fool adventurers went digging where they shouldn't and, surprise, most of them died. The sole survivor is now dragging others in to enact a suicidal rescue mission. Those "others" happen to be me and others from The Reach. Obviously a group of merchants and minstrels are going to do better than a team of well equipped and experienced specialists.
We're all going to die trying to rescue three corpses. Maybe we'll have the decency to definitely die instead of probably dying…