I had never signed on for any off this. I love Elona, She knows I do, but I just want to state that I never wanted for this to happen. I had almost succeeded in getting close to the new Governor, almost started to make the difference I had hoped to, I had trained for, I had left my children behind for, when all this happened.
First, the Unholy Mother of all storms, the rushing about, the trying to save people.
Second, the motley crew of half-damned I’ve gotten attached to.
Thirdly, and by no means lastly, the Unholy Mother of all Monstrous Aspects of Destruction! Damn the Hold and its beast-fucking master.
My companions are savages and idiots. The Dragon-kin is stuck so far into its scaly arse; I doubt it can see daylight. I have to explain things three times to get him/her/it to understand, and even then I think it agrees just to shut me up.
The Ghost Warrior hasn’t even given me a name, nor has he spoken more than a handful of words to me! Silent and brooding, and that’s not good for anyone.
Sir Broden of the Shiny-Pants must have taken unsubtlety lessens in whatever temple trained him. I sware I’ll end up gagging him before long. He can throw his own life away all he wants, but I have the secrets of dozens to protect. Silence can protect better than steel sometimes.
The Winged Girl I can’t even begin figure out. She seems normal, except for the enormous set of wings sprouting out of her back. Oh, and the inability to speak above a whisper. She has faith, is a priest like me, but is too virtuous for Aeternan gods AND doesn’t worship any of the Three.
The Ranger, Hawk, is the sanest of the bunch, despite being thick as a board. At least he’s fighting a good fight. Perhaps he can be persuaded to fight THE good fight? And he’s cute.
Worst of all was our little trip, through the wilderness and pouring rain to the Enormous Haunted Mountain. Near froze to death. That was before I had to reveal true power to stop half the idiots dropping dead. Flaming lighting things! At least we saved someone, and the Aeternan scary either didn’t realize or didn’t care enough to carve me up as a ‘hideous blasphemer.’ Might have had something to do with Channelling the Holy Power of Elona to keep his sorry arse alive!
Then we climb The Haunted Mountain. What do we find? A pile of monster bones and the creepiest feeling I’ve ever had. Feathers reckons that someone stole the magical thing that keeps the piles of bones from waking up. More work.
Almost as bad is getting back and finding out a few days later Aemilianus, most hated foe of my faith, crushes and hunts my people like vermin, well damned worshiper of a diseased whore, wants to talk to us. I think I’d rather face the smushed together dragon monster. Oh wait, I get to do that too. Joy.