Nanners Adventuring Journal
Day 1
I arrived on the Isle of Refuge after a somewhat exciting boat ride there. As soon as I set foot on the sandy beach I was called over by a rough-looking man named Galdam Trum. He asked me what class I would like to be, a fighter, mage, priest, or scout. I was kind of interested in what a priest did so I asked him
“Priests basically hold the life of their fellow adventurers in their hands.” He informed me.
I said,” A bit too much responsibility for me.”
Galdam laughed,” maybe you would like to try something else.”
“How about a fighter?” I asked.
Galdam told me,” Fighters really get in the battle and stick it to the enemy.”
I got nervous; I never really slew or fought anything before in my entire life.
Galdam must have noticed me squirm for he then said,” you know, if you choose to be a fighter, you would prove the barbarians wrong.”
“About what?” I asked.
“Well, the barbarians say they’re the only ones brave enough to get into the fight, but I don’t know if its true.” Galdam said
How dare they! They better know that my kind, the Frogloks, have been fighting Ogres and Trolls, the most warlike creatures to walk the land of Norrath, for thousands of years! Not only that but we beat the monstrous creations in a battle that would make the barbarians shiver!
“I’ll show them!” I said.
“Good, go to the west gate and slay a few goblins and when your done return to me.” Galdam said with a smile.
He handed me a sword and I was off. I finally got to the west gate but when I saw all those goblins I got nervous once more. When I felt brave enough to fight, I stepped out from behind the safety of the bunker and challenged the nearest one.
The thing turned its ugly head and cackled, “They send froggies to fight, hahahaha!”
I of course took this as a insult and became enraged. The goblin lunged at me and I lashed out with my sword. I don’t think it had a chance at all, it must have been dead before it hit the ground.
After slaying a few more I strode proudly back to Galdam. He congratulated me and told me to go to a man named Brunswick if I wished to further my education as a fighter.
When I got to him he told me to cut off the enemy supplies by killing the goblin supply runners before I even introduced myself. But he didn’t seem like a man that would like to have things other than his way so I did as I was told.
As I got to the supply camp I realized the fights would be harder because it seemed the goblins worked in pairs.
Something gave me an advantage though. These creatures didn’t attack me on sight, but that did make me feel guilty about killing them. But I had a task and I had to carry it out.
When I was done with my dirty work I headed back to Brunswick and he then ordered me to take out the goblin leader, an orc named Grimgash the Black. Brunswick said it was like cutting off the snakes’ head, if you did that you would kill the body. Good sense, but I would definitely need a team.
After searching the island for a few hours I came up with a strong four-man team. It consisted of a Erudite mage named Methuselah, a Gnome priest named Tibbit, a Half Elf scout named Aaron and myself. Before we headed out to defeat Grimgash we decided to take a break and set up camp.
Day 2
Today we set out to defeat the evil Grimgash, but fist things first, we needed a leader. After voting it was clear I was nominated. While this made me proud it also made me feel responsible for the lives of my teammates.
After a quick meal we went in search of the cave Grimgash was holed up in. After asking around a bit we learned that his cave is near a large tree, but we would have to get through hordes of goblins to get there. This will be a long day, I thought.
We fought are way to the cave and it took almost all day. If it hadn’t been for Tibbit, I don’t thing we would have made it. We finally found the tree, tree house actually.
“Well, here’s the tree.” Aaron whispered.
Methuselah said,” Yes, but a tree swarming with goblins isn’t our goal, a orc in a cave is.”
All of the sudden Tibbit shouted,” Over there, look!” and pointed to a crude door in the side of a hill.
I said,” Great work!, but there are too many goblins in our way to get there easily.”
“No problem.” Aaron said.
Just as soon as she said it she turned invisible, a common trick among scouts. And the nearest goblin then fell without a sound, though a small slit appeared near its neck….
