Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2015 5:52:56 GMT
- Scottish Expedition -
- Day one,
Not much has happened yet; I met all of my companions who will be partaking alongside me on this exploration into Scotland. I am very excited, to say the least; who knows what sort of ruins, people, villages, monsters, and the like we will discover? I always had a slight fascination with Scottish folk lore in the old world. I recall finding a book on the matter in the local library andshowing Zyoto some of the
Many of my fellow adventurers here are good people, some of which I have met before, namely Bailin, Verin, and of course: Klide. After all, it was Klide who had informed me of the expedition, leading me to partake in it. I introduced myself to the expedition, and I like to believe I left a good first impression.
We have been walking for quite some time, and night has finally approached. We have set up camp, and Klide and I have volunteered to keep watch on this first night.
We encountered some beasts, but barely anything of note. Klide and I kept the camp protected with fair ease.
- Day six,
We still are walking, what exactly are we here to do? Regardless of our quest, I am merely excited to be part of such a group, exploring an untouched land such as this.
Klide seems to be fairly tired tonight, and opted to rest early. I cannot blame him honestly, he and I have been part of the night watch for the past couple days. Even as I write this I am a bit t- *the rest is a scribble of illegible handwriting*
- Day twelve,
The cart just broke down, and to make matters worse, it is raining. I do not mind the weather, honestly, nor how frigid it is making us. The cold never bothered me anyway. It seems we will have to walk on foot a ways until we manage to repair the cart's broken axle.
*the rest of this entry is scribbled out, as if what was once written were a memory best forgotten*
- Day fourteen,
Night has fallen, the plains are calm, and the wind is strong. Once again, I have offered to patrol the camp, watching out for any danger. Lately we have not seen much, as though the monsters are actually running away, becoming more uncommon as we head further north.
I see something off in the distance, coming this way from the west. I cannot tell anything of them, as it is hard to see so far away in the dimly moon lit night.
The entity I spotted has drawn nearer, slowly making its way east. What could it be?
No, wait, I see them now, a small crowd of them! Coming from the west; traveling in groups; arriving late in the ni *the entry ends here*
Not much has happened yet; I met all of my companions who will be partaking alongside me on this exploration into Scotland. I am very excited, to say the least; who knows what sort of ruins, people, villages, monsters, and the like we will discover? I always had a slight fascination with Scottish folk lore in the old world. I recall finding a book on the matter in the local library and
Many of my fellow adventurers here are good people, some of which I have met before, namely Bailin, Verin, and of course: Klide. After all, it was Klide who had informed me of the expedition, leading me to partake in it. I introduced myself to the expedition, and I like to believe I left a good first impression.
We have been walking for quite some time, and night has finally approached. We have set up camp, and Klide and I have volunteered to keep watch on this first night.
We encountered some beasts, but barely anything of note. Klide and I kept the camp protected with fair ease.
- Day six,
We still are walking, what exactly are we here to do? Regardless of our quest, I am merely excited to be part of such a group, exploring an untouched land such as this.
Klide seems to be fairly tired tonight, and opted to rest early. I cannot blame him honestly, he and I have been part of the night watch for the past couple days. Even as I write this I am a bit t- *the rest is a scribble of illegible handwriting*
- Day twelve,
The cart just broke down, and to make matters worse, it is raining. I do not mind the weather, honestly, nor how frigid it is making us. The cold never bothered me anyway. It seems we will have to walk on foot a ways until we manage to repair the cart's broken axle.
*the rest of this entry is scribbled out, as if what was once written were a memory best forgotten*
- Day fourteen,
Night has fallen, the plains are calm, and the wind is strong. Once again, I have offered to patrol the camp, watching out for any danger. Lately we have not seen much, as though the monsters are actually running away, becoming more uncommon as we head further north.
I see something off in the distance, coming this way from the west. I cannot tell anything of them, as it is hard to see so far away in the dimly moon lit night.
The entity I spotted has drawn nearer, slowly making its way east. What could it be?
No, wait, I see them now, a small crowd of them! Coming from the west; traveling in groups; arriving late in the ni *the entry ends here*
As the crowd of enemies drew closer, to a distance where he could finally make out the fact that it was a group, he immediately tried to wake some of the Adventurers sleeping. He ran to the tents, throwing open the folds of cloth that functioned as doors into the cloth buildings. "Wake up, we need to get ready to fight!" "Come on, up! I cannot fight what is coming all on my own!" "I need help out here!"
As Dumah started to run to the next tent, one Adventurer asked him what was coming.
"Sluagh! We need to be ready to fight!"
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Note: The link embedded in "Sluagh" is a link to the custom bestiary post I made detailing what they are.
