My memories of the beginning of our journey eastward are hazy, an illness swept through my body after consuming that cursed liquid Briar give me.
I woke today to the sound of shadows woken and the sight of giant insects wreaking havoc in a field of village farmers.
The veiled shadow, cleric, and lion-haired man seem to have joined us in our quest. Bjorn likes the cleric quite a deal…though, I find it a little unnerving that the man insists on using my brother as a lifting weight to show off his strength, even if Bjorn enjoys it.
Still only half aware after the last day of illness, I tried to help the injured rather than fight the large creatures. I regret doing this….I’ve now been covered in bodily fluids and beetle innards thanks to a farmhand who played me the fool.
Jack, a man I thought to be just another injured farmer, turned out to be a lot more than I assumed.
Yet, despite his deception, I strangely cannot seem to bring myself to be angry with the man….he is…interesting.
He seems to be good company and one with a very solid structure. His strength may come in use during the trials that lay ahead….and he’s certainly far less frail than our caster Malek. I do not understand why, but Briar had her eye on his buttocks for some time…. I wonder if she had been channeling her awareness of magiks through her eyes to check for anything suspicious. I had begun to worry she may have found something, but when she looked away with a pleased smile, I assumed she found nothing amiss with the man. Though, I find myself also searching for magiks as well, I gave him a good look over and could not find any dark magik, so I will assume he is trustworthy for now. Malek seemed unhappy with my attempts to find any dark magik emanating from the man’s body, perhaps he has checked already and I’ve insulted the caster by checking again. I hope that is not the case, I trust the caster’s judgment and do not think him incompetent, I merely wanted to check for myself as one can never been too careful with new company.
Perhaps he thinks I desire to mate with this Jack man..? Dana once told me that women in her social standing look for shapely men to bare children with and that if they find someone shapely they will, for reasons I do not understand, look at them quite a lot. I do not know what a shapely man would look like though, after all, if they are so shapely would they not change shapes very often and thus be difficult to look at? When someone changes many shapes, it can become difficult to know who they are, especially if they are moving around in the heat of battle. I can turn into many shapes, specifically those of animals, does that mean women desire to mate with me? I have not mated with anyone before, but if these woman who desire to lay bed with shapely people are all as kind as Dana, I do not think I would mind.
Regardless, I do not think this Jack man can change his shape like I can…nor does Malek now that I think on it. Perhaps I should try and teach them to take the form of the forest’s creatures so that they can have many shapes and women will lay with them…? I do not know, perhaps they do not know how to change shapes because they do not wish for woman to bed with them…I should ask them when they have awoken.
Tonight I will sleep well though, regardless of the shape I choose, for Bjorn and I slew a river beast and, after paying respect to the great creature for giving us it’s flesh, have eaten well tonight. The great alligator was nearly as large as Bjorn and had a large liver. I can still taste the blood on my lips and smell the scent of it’s cooked flesh. I feel as if perhaps the great beast has imparted some of it’s strength to me in it’s passing. I will carve an amulet from it’s bones and teeth in the morn and wear it with pride. I feel this beast was a sign from the Wise one that I should use it’s strength and form in the trials ahead.
On the ’morrow we travel deep into the marshlands and into treacherous swamps…however, I feel not fear but excitement at our journey ahead.