625’th day since I left the guild.
1’th day since Serenity Peak
I uh… died last night. Cleaved in half by a broadsword. Last time I ignore my best friend, I think.
After the incident with the wolves, we had a fairly decent day’s travel, consisting of a Sorcerer’s obnoxious lies and our Little Bard’s awesome luteplay. I actually had a spare sparkler tucked into a side-pocket of my robes that made the Sorcerer’s day, I think.
As we made camp, we enjoyed some delicious rabbit soup. I cannot believe some of the caravan members don’t own their own bowls. What a crazy group.
We set a watch schedule and all got to sleep. Mostly through the night, I awoke to movement in the forest. I notice quickly that they’re the Palordin and Friends we ran into in the cave back in Serenity Peak. At which I get up and go over to talk to them. Try and explain myself, do the right thing. I end up waking up a good portion of the camp in the process, none of which are the caravan staff, oddly.
As I try and talk to them, all sound is drowned out by my best friend’s warnings. The only response I notice them give is a grimmace and my abacus thrown at me. This morning, I checked my bags and noted that I had retrieved the abacus back in the cave, so I should have known something was amiss by that point.
The newcomers then attack my friends and I, to which I fight back. However, my swordplay didn’t favor me much, and I ended up taking a massive blow and I think, dying.
The next think I know, I’m sitting up in a cold sweat. The entire camp is asleep, including the watch, Mich Anuh. However, everyone who was awake last I checked is writhing around in their sleep. I jump to two conclusions: Magical dream, or something spiked the soup. Since it only affects some of us, the first one seems more likely.
I set to work whipping up some smelling salts on my alchemy set. I use them to help Naka awake, and get in return a bunch of new curses to file away. Next I help Brair awake, to which I recieve a bit better response, but a bunch of questions. I try and respond to them a best I can, but he quickly get’s distracted by the last writher, the sorcerer. He violently shakes him awake, I feel that his views of the sorcerer are about the same as mine.
Soon, the rest of the caravan awakes, and we realize that dawn is quickly aproaching, so we get ready to start the day’s travel.