Well,
hell was strange. There was a lot of fire. And brimstone. I can't seem to get
the smell of Sulfur off my cloak. And the suddenly turning into an Archedeamon
is not a fun experience, let me tell you. Perhaps I should start from the
beginning as most good stories do, except this isn't a very nice story as you
might have already gathered by now.
There
I was minding my own business, trying not to worry about the growing dissent
within our ranks when suddenly the party decided it had gotten bored of travel
by road and ventured forth into the enchanted woods. Now there are many
different kinds of "enchanted" and this was was NOT the good kind.
One demonic conversion later, I found myself slightly redder and a whole lot
bigger. My memories of this time are foggy at best but I feel like a great many
evil deeds went down during this particular phase or at least that's what the
voices tell me.
When
I finally came to, I found myself in a completely different land. I am not
quite sure what they even call it. I found myself with ample coin in my purse
and a pair of Half-Orcs in my company. Not the brightest flames in the forest
but they are reliable and can swing a sword well enough. We were later joined
by a Cleric of some disrepute, a Ranger with an animal problem and a Rogue with
an affinity for flaming birds. With this rag tag band I have been travelling
for a few months now. I believe their objective is hunting dogs of some kind or
the other (not sure, wasn't really paying attention to the Half-Orcs - I can never
follow their accents) but all we've encountered so far are dragons, wyverns,
giants and orcs. Not to say this particular venture hasn't been
"lucrative" to say the least. So much so that due to limited carrying
capabilities, the party is dreading finding more treasures to have to lug
around during our travels!
And
so as always, I leave you dear reader, with a composition of my own making that
accurately summarizes my experiences so far (this time in a form I picked up
from a certain eastern gentleman during an incursion into a certain
disappearing tower):
Turned demonic, pillaged and plundered
To a distant land I wandered
Searching for forgotten music
- A Haiku by Elan the Bard of Evensong