Ho there, fellow citizens of Brena! Permit me to introduce myself: my name is Don Diego Montoya - at your service, I'm sure - and I'm here because it's been charged to me to inform the masses (that's you) about the peculiar happenings last Sunday in the western reaches of Errin.
It all started, you see, when this chap put out an ad via the Adventurer's Guild (fine fellows) for a party of adventuring types to go and retrieve some unnamed item for him. Well, this sounded just like the sort of caper a chap likes to get involved in, particularly if there's some evil to thwart and the possibility of some coppers in the offing. So, I and a stout bunch of fellows set out to investigate.
Well, no sooner had we got out of the city when groups of dastardly bandits and pirates tried to relieve us of our possessions. Well, the chaps and I decided that really was a poor show, what with me having just bought my new armour, so we decided the best thing was to cleave them in two and leave their festering bodies on show for passers by. Jolly good larks, I can tell you!
Having got through a few clusters of these unpleasant types, we made it to the harbour at a little place, something rose (very romantic, I was quite the moved warrior), and had a chat with the harbourmaster. We discovered the thing we were after was this weather-controlling orb malarkey, which apparently the local pirates weren't too keen on. So we accepted the HM's commission and set out to locate it.
Met some more dastardly villains, purporting to be guarding somebody's territory, and who were really rather chafingly unfriendly. So I called one of the chaps out, had a bit of a barny, and then his friends decided to have a go as well! Though I killed three myself, it was jolly good luck that I had my companions with me, as otherwise I'd have been done for!
We proceeded on past some burial ritual (two gals and a chap in a triangle, very odd) and found these mage types, who tried to blow us up. I was a bit paggered by that stage, but thankfully our merchant stuffed this delectable cordial down my naffer which brought me back to tip top condition! We moved on past some villagers who'd been visited by some hooded blokes and given a dagger, and into a pitch black forest, where we were forced to cut up some unfortunates with dishonourable intentions. Finally we met up with these hooded chaps, who it turns out may be some kind of elves, and who wound up giving us the orb, which they got off some skanky pirate they offed themselves. Sterling fellows these elves, that's what I say!
Now the pity of it all was we had this druid gaffer with us, who rather took a shine to this orb. I suppose he must have fancied it was a bit ethnic and all, since he hoofed it with our prized p. and left us up the proverbial! I must say we were quite dashed upset about this, and we were thinking about hunting him down like a dog and giving him a good pasting, but thankfully our ranger chappie used his wiles and cunning and such to track him down and get the orb back. So we came back victorious, and rather chuffed! Then back to Brena with 90 Stels each and down to the Mage's Minx for a good slap up meal and a few well earned bevvies! What larks, eh?
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