It's been a few days now since I landed here in Sundren, and the first time I've had a proper moment to put pen to paper and record my thoughts.
It's an interesting place, and I expect given time to stabilise myself, a place that will offer a great deal of opportunity and intrigue.
I've met a few interesting people so far, Arlock; a self proclaimed necromancer who is apparently from Thay. As befits both his profession and heritage he seems very single minded and determined to do as he sees correct. This is no bad thing, I've met plenty of sheep in these lands so far and it is nice to encounter a goat.
Speaking of sheep we have the small band of 'Red Blades' I encountered recently. An interesting bunch who have, in the stupidest sense of the word, noble aims. The bespectacled cretin I've heard called Sarah seems intent on replacing common sense with brute force and a reckless disregard for sanity. Their actions in seeking to protect a werewolf over the general welfare of this land speak volumes of the hearts ability to blind a mind to all but the most self serving acts.
They also remind me of a point made by Ergar so long ago; Unrestrained and devout goodness is a plague upon these lands every bit as deadly and corrupting as any evil.
Unfortunately I've yet to secure the funds needed to rent a room in a remotely decent Inn and am making do as best I can here, as terrible as this place is it won't be the first time I've needed to resort to slumming.
On the plus side I've seen no sign of Eleanoora since landing here.
It's an interesting place, and I expect given time to stabilise myself, a place that will offer a great deal of opportunity and intrigue.
I've met a few interesting people so far, Arlock; a self proclaimed necromancer who is apparently from Thay. As befits both his profession and heritage he seems very single minded and determined to do as he sees correct. This is no bad thing, I've met plenty of sheep in these lands so far and it is nice to encounter a goat.
Speaking of sheep we have the small band of 'Red Blades' I encountered recently. An interesting bunch who have, in the stupidest sense of the word, noble aims. The bespectacled cretin I've heard called Sarah seems intent on replacing common sense with brute force and a reckless disregard for sanity. Their actions in seeking to protect a werewolf over the general welfare of this land speak volumes of the hearts ability to blind a mind to all but the most self serving acts.
They also remind me of a point made by Ergar so long ago; Unrestrained and devout goodness is a plague upon these lands every bit as deadly and corrupting as any evil.
Unfortunately I've yet to secure the funds needed to rent a room in a remotely decent Inn and am making do as best I can here, as terrible as this place is it won't be the first time I've needed to resort to slumming.
On the plus side I've seen no sign of Eleanoora since landing here.
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