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Druid log, star date 2259.55, under a sickle moon
Dear Diary
We continued our exploration in the Thundertree ruins where we previously lost Gruul, Of The Twilight Darkness. Within a decrepit tower we stumbled upon a slumbering juvenile dragon. I finally had the opportunity to gaze upon the wonder of a real life dragon!
With my urging the party agreed to approach the dragon, and it was decided Oberons would lead the emissary due to his native Draconian tongue and charismatic speech. What a folly of mine! I should have known when pushed against a wall Oberons becomes acerbic and avenues of action become either black or white. There I was brimming with joy and anticipation whilst Oberons parlayed with promises of treasure. Woe it be that the dragon, Venomfang, only desired a child’s flesh; he wanted our poor accursed Carp!
Negotiations turned sour and the dragon could not be dissuaded from his prize. What came next is too terrible and painful to recount in full, but it must be recorded in solemnity that the lives of Carp, Zick the wizard, and Drusilia the bard were lost. Our compatriots fell bravely in battle with the dragon.
As for myself, I fought as fiercely as I could. However, even as a great brown bear I could only flail and miss. I was as a fallen leaf trying to defy the strong current of the stream. Fortunately our combined efforts, the valor of Aegis, and perhaps the guidance of the Gods, allowed our victory over the dragon. Aegis, in a mighty sweep of his axe pierced throughsa Venomfang’s hide and set him to flee.
We gained great wealth and strength from this battle, and I gained knowledge of the ways of dragons. However, it came at too great a price. My only satisfaction is that Cuddles and Senator Clovershaw were kept safe outside of battle and were not privy to the fear of the terrible lizard. I wish those were enough.
My mind is now set in hindsight and swims with guilt and regret. It was my own selfish desire that set us on the path of destruction, and my own self-doubt that kept me from negotiating with Venomfang. I should not have been so cowardly. I should have been better prepared. Although I have spent much time in seclusion and most of my dealings have been with beasts of transparent motives and egoless deeds, I knew dragons were very different. I should have taken the lead and exploited this weakness. How I wish I could go back and regale Venomfang with praise of his might, make poetry of his splendorous scales, and speculate to his exceptional lineage. Perhaps I could have pandered to Venomfang’s vanity and offered to tell tales of his grandeur throughout the land in exchange for safe passage. Instead I must live with the burden of grief and regret.
All that I can do now is to turn myself to what remains of my party and ensure our noble mission is completed. I owe Aegis and Oberons a great debt for their valor and their grief in our losses. With our bonds cemented I must dedicate myself to them until my debt is repaid.
Dear Diary
We continued our exploration in the Thundertree ruins where we previously lost Gruul, Of The Twilight Darkness. Within a decrepit tower we stumbled upon a slumbering juvenile dragon. I finally had the opportunity to gaze upon the wonder of a real life dragon!
With my urging the party agreed to approach the dragon, and it was decided Oberons would lead the emissary due to his native Draconian tongue and charismatic speech. What a folly of mine! I should have known when pushed against a wall Oberons becomes acerbic and avenues of action become either black or white. There I was brimming with joy and anticipation whilst Oberons parlayed with promises of treasure. Woe it be that the dragon, Venomfang, only desired a child’s flesh; he wanted our poor accursed Carp!
Negotiations turned sour and the dragon could not be dissuaded from his prize. What came next is too terrible and painful to recount in full, but it must be recorded in solemnity that the lives of Carp, Zick the wizard, and Drusilia the bard were lost. Our compatriots fell bravely in battle with the dragon.
As for myself, I fought as fiercely as I could. However, even as a great brown bear I could only flail and miss. I was as a fallen leaf trying to defy the strong current of the stream. Fortunately our combined efforts, the valor of Aegis, and perhaps the guidance of the Gods, allowed our victory over the dragon. Aegis, in a mighty sweep of his axe pierced throughsa Venomfang’s hide and set him to flee.
We gained great wealth and strength from this battle, and I gained knowledge of the ways of dragons. However, it came at too great a price. My only satisfaction is that Cuddles and Senator Clovershaw were kept safe outside of battle and were not privy to the fear of the terrible lizard. I wish those were enough.
My mind is now set in hindsight and swims with guilt and regret. It was my own selfish desire that set us on the path of destruction, and my own self-doubt that kept me from negotiating with Venomfang. I should not have been so cowardly. I should have been better prepared. Although I have spent much time in seclusion and most of my dealings have been with beasts of transparent motives and egoless deeds, I knew dragons were very different. I should have taken the lead and exploited this weakness. How I wish I could go back and regale Venomfang with praise of his might, make poetry of his splendorous scales, and speculate to his exceptional lineage. Perhaps I could have pandered to Venomfang’s vanity and offered to tell tales of his grandeur throughout the land in exchange for safe passage. Instead I must live with the burden of grief and regret.
All that I can do now is to turn myself to what remains of my party and ensure our noble mission is completed. I owe Aegis and Oberons a great debt for their valor and their grief in our losses. With our bonds cemented I must dedicate myself to them until my debt is repaid.
