Post by The Whizzard on Jan 11, 2010 0:05:10 GMT -5
So, as has been said before, i am attempting to write a journal/story that will parallel my character, Quren's, in game journal. This will be a slightly jazzed up version of the events that have taken place so far in the "Rise of the Runelords" Adventure Path. There are some parts i've written so far that i found to be a bit cheesy, but since i would like it to seem more like a story based off a journal, i've decided to include some cheddar.
In any case, i've included the first journal entry my character made upon arriving in Sandpoint, the day before "Burnt Offerings" began. This is a relatively small portion of what i've written so far, but i hope you enjoy regardless (if anyone happens to read this, that is ).
11 Lamashan, 4708 AR
I arrived in Sandpoint on Sunday, the Eleventh of Lamashan, in the year 4708 AR, the day before the Swallowtail Festival. I began my search not a moment after I had arrived. I thanked the merchants I had traveled with, and went on my way, questioning anyone that would give me a chance to ask. Unfortunately, no one had seen hide nor hair of my father, and I had hoped that he was merely delayed along the road, but in the back of my mind, I knew… Perhaps I might find him tomorrow, when everyone had gathered for the festival.
I spent some time getting acquainted with the locals and their town. It was a quaint place, docile compared to the rigors of life in Riddleport, though I can’t say I hated the peace and quiet here. I found my way into the town square, where people from all over had come to peddle their wares. I saw the merchants I had traveled with before, and made my way over to check their goods. I spent a good portion of the day milling about the stalls, occasionally helping myself to some small bits of fruit.
As the sun began to set, I searched for a place to rest for the night, eventually landing in the Hagfish, a tavern populated with gamblers seeking to throw away their hard earned coin. I asked about a room, and the owner said there were no rooms to speak of, but he would lease me a closet to sleep in if I could drink a tankard of water from his pet, norah’s, tank. I declined, offering him coin instead, to which he handily agreed. I made my way into the crowded closet, which had just enough room for a Halfling like me to make myself comfortable. I leaned against the wall, and as I started to fall asleep, my thoughts drifted towards my father, and my hopes of finding him tomorrow.
In any case, i've included the first journal entry my character made upon arriving in Sandpoint, the day before "Burnt Offerings" began. This is a relatively small portion of what i've written so far, but i hope you enjoy regardless (if anyone happens to read this, that is ).
11 Lamashan, 4708 AR
I arrived in Sandpoint on Sunday, the Eleventh of Lamashan, in the year 4708 AR, the day before the Swallowtail Festival. I began my search not a moment after I had arrived. I thanked the merchants I had traveled with, and went on my way, questioning anyone that would give me a chance to ask. Unfortunately, no one had seen hide nor hair of my father, and I had hoped that he was merely delayed along the road, but in the back of my mind, I knew… Perhaps I might find him tomorrow, when everyone had gathered for the festival.
I spent some time getting acquainted with the locals and their town. It was a quaint place, docile compared to the rigors of life in Riddleport, though I can’t say I hated the peace and quiet here. I found my way into the town square, where people from all over had come to peddle their wares. I saw the merchants I had traveled with before, and made my way over to check their goods. I spent a good portion of the day milling about the stalls, occasionally helping myself to some small bits of fruit.
As the sun began to set, I searched for a place to rest for the night, eventually landing in the Hagfish, a tavern populated with gamblers seeking to throw away their hard earned coin. I asked about a room, and the owner said there were no rooms to speak of, but he would lease me a closet to sleep in if I could drink a tankard of water from his pet, norah’s, tank. I declined, offering him coin instead, to which he handily agreed. I made my way into the crowded closet, which had just enough room for a Halfling like me to make myself comfortable. I leaned against the wall, and as I started to fall asleep, my thoughts drifted towards my father, and my hopes of finding him tomorrow.