*Journal Entry
*Penned By Oliver TurnKey
The handwriting is graceful flipping in swift curves and showing where quill lifted with sharp lines.
I have again departed yet another human city, this time to settle some trifling issue with nomads camped outside the city gates. I am in the company of a Dark Elf, two Half-Elves and a Tiefling. All of whom bare watching though none have any reputation that implies they shouldn't be trusted. The Half-Elf Cleric wears his Elfish name well, but reduces it to a mockery of the language, simplifying something musical so that the dim witted humans could keep up. This Cleric imagines himself to be in charge and I shan't disillusion him. I confess in my exile these last years I have begun to crave the company of my own kind.. And so when the only way to be rid of the Nomads came down to traveling with them, my only reluctance came from the indefinite term attached to our contract, but for a few more days in civilized company even now I travel with these new acquaintances.
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A few days have passed since my last entry, I have a few things to note. First this land is cursed, and I'm not certain that it is even worth saving but for the apparent poisoning of the land, so like what happened to my home there is much that I begin to struggle with. I plan on learning more, but our journey by necessity continued, the Cleric and I are of a mind and are preparing some weapons to aid against the undead... Secondly I am rather perplexed to write that with the miscreants that I am traveling with, I am the one in the most embarrassing of circumstances. How to begin?
After days of travel, we stopped at a Vistani camp, the nomads we travel with are of their number, we were invited to join them in a night of revelry at their fires. Not wanting to insult their humble hospitality I brought out my Dragonchess set and offered a game as I was intent on declining drink. My offer was accepted by a young mother, I suppose among humans she could have been comely I will admit to no small level of distraction as she fed her child during our match, her unadorned form is certainly worthy of a word as I lost both matches to wither her skill or her charms.
It was not my finest hour, but perhaps the warmth of companionship softened my resolve and I offered the woman "Alternative entertainment." As I spoke the words I knew them to be a mistake, I certainly wasn't expecting the woman to pass her child to another and pull me to her tent. Where we quite certainly engaged in a messy bit of revelry, several times. During which my associates had quite a time with the woman's husband in efforts to keep the drunk away from his woman I am embarrassed to say that I was unaware of her name until this morning when I was informed by the Wizard it is Valentina, though I am unsure if she ever learned my own.
I will have to check on this group in another year, I would never permit a child of mine, half-breed or not to be raised among the Vistani.. or even by humans.
We set out on foot to return the the village where we got the first indication of evil, and as the others lighten their gear I write, we are going to investigate a source of foul wind for this little area.
I'll write again when the dust settles.
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