Loris Jarlian's Journal
Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2016 2:48 pm
This place is terribly boring. I tried hunting gnolls today, summoning an elemental and going invisible. While the Elemental gave a good show for a bit, it got old quickly, and I was off exploring.
I saw smoke on the Lion's Way, off to the side of the road, and went to investigate. After a few moments, the armored-warrior-man and the hooded lady noticed I was there (probably the smell of cooking meat, I may have stolen a bit from the gnolls). The hooded lady seemed frankly terrified, I think she's a bit insane, and the armored man was just wary. Then the hooded lady mentioned some desperate cult, and I decided that it wasn't worth the risk to use their campfire.
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A few days have passed since my last entry. I tried the gnoll-hunting again, and found a frost-mage worshiper of Auril in the cavern. She seemed nice, but her aim was off with the spells, and I learned that acid hurts.
She had to leave earlier than I did, so I spent a few more minutes crushing any of them who tried defending their home, and left. Travelled north a bit, then remembered that I'd left my journal up by the Friendly Arm Inn, and had to come back here.
I saw smoke on the Lion's Way, off to the side of the road, and went to investigate. After a few moments, the armored-warrior-man and the hooded lady noticed I was there (probably the smell of cooking meat, I may have stolen a bit from the gnolls). The hooded lady seemed frankly terrified, I think she's a bit insane, and the armored man was just wary. Then the hooded lady mentioned some desperate cult, and I decided that it wasn't worth the risk to use their campfire.
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A few days have passed since my last entry. I tried the gnoll-hunting again, and found a frost-mage worshiper of Auril in the cavern. She seemed nice, but her aim was off with the spells, and I learned that acid hurts.
She had to leave earlier than I did, so I spent a few more minutes crushing any of them who tried defending their home, and left. Travelled north a bit, then remembered that I'd left my journal up by the Friendly Arm Inn, and had to come back here.
