Journal of a sun elf minstrel. (Aka. Lothandier)

[HollowedHeart]

Day 1
Years of traveling upon the surface of Toril, After several months of being held captive by the StoneEater tribe and forced to dance and sing for that disgusting orc son Groul.......I have finally reached a place, different than other places. A new frontier, a hope for those in need of a new start. I am in need of a new start indeed. Quite possibly that it was the Merchantfriend whom led me here herself, or by some twist of fate at the hands of almight Ao? I do not know.
I have arrived on the shores of Sundren, a few beautiful sunsets back, a couple of which I spent staring blankly at some odd spirit creature in a kind of pocket dimension, after being killed by some foul goblinoid, over and over again, only to be by some miracle, resurected at a local temple....over and over again.
I truly do not understand this, the little wretches are far more powerful than any goblins I have ever met. They make the worms inside my stomach that hunger with curiosity crawl and squirm....As if I were back in my father's library, before my banishment. The day I poured over the book that revealed to me, my inner talent for music, but of course that is a different story.
Now, I find myself wandering the streets of Sundren, aimlessly, singing and dancing for a few coppers here and there. I put out flyers at the local taverns and at the front gate. MINSTREL FOR HIRE!, I said....DONT CARE ABOUT YOUR MOTIVES!, I said as well.
We shall see what happens to this poor beautiful creature of art and music when I lay my ink filled quill, gently upon your pale white skin once again, that is of course if I dont die of starvation of course, a story I would not like to tell.
Until next time,
Lothandier,
Beautiful Starving Minstrel.

[HollowedHeart]

Day 2
Today, I have recieved word of my brother arriving at a local inn. I moved quikly to find him. I caught a brief glimpse of him, standing there, like a wild beast, hungry for his prey. Our eyes met, Mine of emerald green, his of a dark burnt copper like our father. He flinched as he saw me moving towards him, then grimaced as the shadows ingulfed him. It was a brief encounter, as he slipped away from me again like the snake he is. Hopefully, he will not bring harm upon this beautiful city I have come to love.
Lothandier
Minstrel

Day 3
After yesterday's incident, I was down and gloomy for most of the morning, wandering the streets of Sundren City. Until, I was approached by a young human male along with his dwarven friend who was dressed in the garbs of a cleric, dedicated to some dwarven deity whom's name escapes me. He knew somehow that I was in a fould mood, in need of some......refreshment. The man child had the need to travel into the local hill lands, which is of course infested with those disgustingly idiotic goblinoids. I offered my serivce as a minstrel. Later in the afternoon, as we were running through the hills, we stumbled upon a young halfling, armned with bow and arrow, surrounded by the foul smelling creatures of evil. We worked our way, deep within the goblin lair we encountered upon something that blew my eyes out of my socket. Undead by the tens, they piled down upon us like a swarm of locusts on a hot summer's eve. Quickly, I donned a plated helm, lest their unholy touch would break me. Dropping my sword to the ground, I quickly unbuckled my morningstar, whispering a quick prayer to the Merchantfriend, hoping she would hear my words in her divine ears. Quickly, I and my companions hacked through those unholy abberations. Blood and gore sprayed everywhere, on the floor, the walls, our weapons, in my eyes, my mouth, my hair and armour. The battle was over in a relatively short time. We found ourselves, standing amongst the remains of the foul puppets. Now, however was time for us to find the puppeteer.
We walked a good ways deeper into the disgusting cave, the smell and taste of undead burning my nostrils and stinging my tounge with each breath. Then, we came upon a large opening. To my utter horror, I could not believe it. There they were, Banite
Priests! Here! In Sundren! Sitting on a throne next to them, the largest, most grotesque goblin I have ever seen in my life! This creature must have stood at least 6ft tall! We let out a battle cry, so loud, so fierce, it shook the cavern, reverberating off the rocks and stones! IT may not have been the music infused with magical properties that i sing, but it was the most beautiful song i have heard in my pointed ears since I was a child! Oh it was so elevating! The hacking! The slashing! The pounding! We were fighting together, a storm, swarming in on the black lillies of Bane! The thrill of battle pounding in my ears! The battle went on for hours on end, We were exhausted......Every spell, every song I had was spent. I cried out to my comrades "Focus on the priests! I'll deal with what's left of this buffoon!" I marched towards the chieftan. I could see that look in his eyes, a look that I too shared, fatigue, anger, a desire to end it. I lifted my morningstar up high to being down the thunderous wrath of steel on flesh.....Then, I saw the look in his eyes, changing from what it was before....Now, a look of hope, triumph even. Suddenly, I felt a sharp, stinging pain in my lower back, protruding though my intestines and stomach. A blade appeared there, by none only than a surviving goblin guard. Only for a moment did I feel that pain. Slowly, I faded into darkness.
I awoke to find myself laying in one of the many hospital wards within the Temple of Helm. The pain gone, not even a scar left to remind me of the sharpened steel that was just protruding through my torso. I havent met my comrades since then. However, word on the streets has it that they succeeded in defeating the goblin chiftain.
At least, I played some part in his end.

Lothandier
Minstrel