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Day 1 : Adventures with poo.

 * I'm not sure if this is Tuesday anymore. Definitely doesn't feel like a Tuesday.

Maybe. Could be Wednesday. What I am more certain of is that the day started off with me with a sore head, hungry and covered in a weighty amount of poo. Not, however, as much poo as the poor devil I was sharing a cage with.

A fair league along the Mainway (Far East of Midweld by my reckoning) I was heading for Varpas. Then the trouble starts. Elves. I usually get on with Elves but not this lot. A few questions about why they had the bedraggled bugger with them in chains and some trigger happy pointy ears had me out cold from behind.

Pretty sure that one’s dead now but my fellow beardsman and cell mate, Archor, was still kicking. Just. Bandaged what he had left to bandage before they dragged him off somewhere else. Stupid cultists. Nice bear rugs though. Archor was covered in cuts and archaic writings he was. Looked like elfish script but I know the blood gods work when I see it. He muttered a little about Veloth and a spear. If they don’t give me the same face-lift they gave him I’m sure I’ll be hearing more about that.

I’m here for a reason of course. Avandra doesn’t like jailers at the best of times and this lot reek of the worst. Just as well some well-heeled ruffians came to visit. Seem adventuring types and they certainly took apart my captors quick enough (with a little help from my good naked self of course). Can’t keep a free dwarf caged for long! Even after asking most politely the one shape-shifting fashion victim we didn’t relieve of their life force wouldn’t talk. So I’m still not much enlightened to the scope of our predicament.

And naturally my saviours weren’t here for me but for Archor. None the less I saddled up and joined them in going to kick some heathen arse. Of course we haven’t found any more heathens yet just their damned pet jelly cubes, explosive skeleton’s and blood sucking tunnel moths. Glad I packed my hammer.

<span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:14px;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">At least I’ve  managed to find a nice bear-skin cape - If now somewhat singed. Never seen a dragon man before…that breathes acid. The things I’m learning. <p class="MsoNormal">

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