Anrandir's Journal

[Anrandir]

(( Most credit goes to Barillion and Darrla on this one, I really liked their idea. Also, continuations will be posted. ))




Journal Entry One:

Never, ever, ever, fight a three hundred pound man for fight night at the Wattle, who everyone else refuses to fight. There’s a considerably large split in one of the wooden boards in front of the Wattle because of that. Barillion is strong. Like a bull.

Journal Entry Two:

Man, did we pull off something today. Nihils, the self-proclaimed great thief did most of the planning, and someone… apparently sent by Susan, helped us as well. She got the job done. A few others helped, Treb, and some fall boys, as Nihils likes to call them. We pilfered quite a few items of value from the shop… Hopefully, we’ll acquire a large sum of coin from the endeavor. Still looking for a good fence, though.

Journal Entry Three:

Susan told me something very important today. Also, Zhev’s been missing in action. Maybe he’s back in that dreary old place, in the North Downs, prancing around a fire with a Ranger.

Journal Entry Four:

I traveled North today, to assist Susan in riling up the Thorn and Oathsworn. Arriving with a very limited amount of information, I had to improvise a lot… fortunately the Oathsworn weren’t terribly suspicious people, which is what I originally had thought them to be. One blunder I did make, I will admit, however unavoidable, was in informing the wife of Thorvall that her daughter had reportedly died… she didn’t know, I was the first to break the news to her. She was surprised… In the end, I left with what I came for. No harm done.


Journal Entry Five:

I was in the Wattle today, talking to Karneth, when Susan stumbled in. I initially thought she was drunk… she wasn’t. Turns out, she’d been hurt in a fight. Fortunately that silly Watcher, Larias, I think his name is, was there to help.

Journal Entry Six:

I’ve begun preparations for my second journey to Trestlebridge this season. Susan wants me to talk to the leader of the Oathsworn, Thorvall, I think it is, to convince him to let us help him. It sounds foolish… but Susan is good at making plans and such.

Journal Entry Seven:

I don’t think Susan likes Dwarves very much. Maybe she was just cross that day. Oh, and Susan thinks she’s a wounded lamb, or something. Also, I thought I saw Alarrick in the Wattle today, but when I went upstairs to check, no one was up there.

[Anrandir]

Journal Entry Eight:

My trip to Trestlebridge began well. I left early, very early; the air was clear and crisp, with a sort of cold, premature uncertainty to it. Fortunately, however, I made good time, arriving at Trestlebridge without incident--Except for a strange note I acquired from a messenger--, at about dusk. I’m using some gear back from when I roamed, traveling with those few… It’s practical, and would offer a decent amount of protection in a fight; however, it isn’t anything like my full armor set, the one I used to wear back in the citadel. That was uncomfortable, anyways.

[Anrandir]

My arrival to Trestlebridge was… anticlimactic. I arrived, not a soul to be seen… took a few minutes to find anyone. Actually, they found me—Haneth approached me, I had earlier spoken to her on my first visit to Trestlebridge, as Jackluf. We spoke in the deserted square, in the center of the town. Turns out, Thorvall wasn’t in Trestlebridge, he was out patrolling, or something like that, and it might be a few days until he comes back. Until then, I am going to lie low, and observe the Oathsworn. Also, I haven't seen the Ranger that note warned me about... however, I will still keep a watchful eye about.