So we’re meeting her at dawn at this place outside of town, and she’s bringing horses for us to ride cause apparently we’re all poor (well I said I was at least, and it’s only cause Shifty McSuspicious over there was all like “Hey that’s my gold” and stuff… geez… I was just counting it for him!) and need horsies! Anyways, we’re there, and we hear stuff! Horses! Only… well, she’s there, but someone’s chasing her!
Oh noes! Its bad people probably most likely!
Well, I’ll take care of this! While the others were all like “We’ll wait for them!” I got into position, got out my sling, and threw a rock… right at the guy chasing her! Or rather, at his horse. Swack! And down he goes! Yay!
That makes me the hero, in case you didn’t know.
So yeah, she came up and was all like “You’re so awesome Shira, thank you! The rest of you, you’re not as cool as her, but since you’re with her, come and meet me at Westerholt. Tah!” and rode off. Just as more guard-guys came out of the gates.
… er, you know what, you guys can take care of them! I can’t be saving the day all the time, you know.
So the big mean guy I dropped was all like “Rawr!” and we were all “Rawr too!” and bad stuff was gonna happen, but that cleric guy we picked up – I think his name was Bob – shouted “Wait! Stop! He’s a not-bad person!” And well, it turns out, he wasn’t! Except he was mad about someone hitting his horse with a rock. And he hates halflings. And people with red hair.
Totally a mean bad person.
So, um, after the guards graciously invited us to come along with the sharp pointy things pointed at us, we learned that the mean person was a priest of the Missing God! And the pretty lady was a thief who stole stuff from the church! And the person who wasn’t me that hit his horse was in trouble and stuff.
I can’t believe Bob let her get away! Way to go, Bob, geez.
So um, yeah, aside from being criminals and stuff, my day’s going swell. How about yours?
Oh right, you can’t talk back, cause you’re reading a journal. How inconsiderate of you… really.
Anyways, so yeah, the head priest guy of my favorite deity who I totally didn’t hit with a rock wanted us to go and capture the bad lady, or better yet, retrieve the items she took, which were apparently ancient relics of awesomeness related to the Missing God that would help the clergy figure out more about the god they didn’t know anything about. You know, cause he’s missing and stuff. And we said “Sure!” cause it beat spending time in jail, and honestly, we should really make up for hitting head-priest Jar-head with a rock. Er, even if I didn’t do it, I mean. Cause I didn’t.
But he gave us some provisions, a map, and a couple of really, really sad looking horses that honestly, I felt bad about getting on. I was afraid they’d break. Fortunately I had my donkey, Muley, to haul stuff for me, so I didn’t have to try putting stuff on my pony, whom I’m now calling Misery. Oh, and I also asked if he could have that elf lady ranger person who wanted to join us earlier actually join us now, since we need someone who can track and stuff and she’d be perfect for it and wouldn’t that just be nice to do instead of wandering around aimlessly?
They should be glad I’m around to think of these things for them.