Take a Holiday, they said... It'll be RELAXING, they said...

[comradechris]

Our adventure begins in the year 2021, with our friends having a little luck with the local lottery in Singapore, they arrange a month long holiday in Europe.

Proud of his homeland, Peter is eager to show the sights and sounds of Sweden to the rest of the group and so they decide to start in Sweden, touching down on the 14th of October at 7am.

The next few hours would see the group having a nice breakfast and getting basic transport out of the airport to somewhere that had more exciting things to offer.

Eventually, the group would go for dinner in two vehicles. A Mitsubishi Evolution 9 Wagon, driven by Peter, with Richard, Daryl, Jas and Andi as passengers, would hold all of the group's luggage, while Darian would ride pillion on a Ducati 848 ridden by Chris.

After filling their bellies, they would make their way to the accommodations arranged by Peter. As they were making their way along the breathtaking mountain roads that were not available in Singapore, they noticed a large number of emergency vehicles rushing past them in the opposite direction, with blinkers and sirens turned on. Even the clear evening skies were dotted with military helicopters.

Curious, they turned on the radio. The static spewed from the speakers at first, but some tuning solved the problem. Rentals, eh?

Apparently, an accident had occurred European Spalation Source Particle Accelerator. As luck would have it, that was all that our friends could make out before static overwhelmed the airwaves. Rentals? Not so much.

Satisfied that since they were travelling in the opposite direction from the emergency and military vehicles, they continued.

Until they saw holes in the sky. Not holes in the clouds, holes in the sky. Patches of blackness appeared in the sky like flames eating at paper from underneath. In contrast, patches of white appeared on the dark tarmac ahead of them.

Peter slammed on the brakes, and their car screeched to a halt.

Then it fell vertically downwards into the road, giving our friends a high school geography refresher as they became privy to the foundations of the road and then some.

Amidst the screams of terror and puzzled expressions, the car lurched and began to tumble on its side. Not wearing his seat belt, Daryl was tossed around the back like a hot potato, hitting his head against the window for 1d4 bludgeoning damage! First blood!! Belt up kids!

With yet another lurch the car began to move upwards! Up and up they went, through the earth and rock of the ground, and then the white of snow against the windshield greeted them as their vehicle was birthed from the ground like a breaching whale!

Amidst the chaos, they barely made out some flashes of red and a couple of thuds before the car stalled, finally coming to a complete stop.

[ℍ𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕚]

#SENDHELP #MUMMAIVEKILLEDAMAN

From the Diary of Jassy

Thursday: 14th October 2021 20:00 PM

Okay; no one saw the scenery burn. No one believes me. We fell from the skies. Why. We fell from nowhere. THERE IS NOWHERE HIGH NEARBY TO FALL FROM. WE WERE ON THE ROAD. NOW WE ARE ON.. TWO BODIES. WE FELL FROM NOWHERE ONTO TWO BODIES. HELLO, NOTHING MAKES ANY SENSE?? I'm done. I'm a murderer. So done. What the fuck is going on. Drea's totally freaking out, too. Richard is- Richard's doing a Richard. Like. How can anyone not freak in this situation tho?? I mean, I guess the stars is nice.  Peter and Daryl went down to town while we the three of us are on stuffsitting duty.  Fuck, I knew something bad would happen when something good happens. I want to go home.

Thursday: 14th October 2021 20:40 PM

We're being held by the villagers. They call this place Faerun. Like. Dungeon and Dragons?? Daryl mentioned magic? What's this Red Wizard they keep mentioning? And what wizards?  I don't know. Some of the guys are starting to believe this is a LARP village. I'm slightly inclined to believe this is real-- like HELLO WE FELL FROM THE SKY. FROM NOWHERE. But fuck none of this feels real, what the hell is going on can someone explain this to me, I just want to go home. Would be nice if it was a LARP village. Would be darn nice.

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Friday: 15th October 2021 Night

Ohkay fuck me, we're actually in another dimension. Fuck damn me. NOW WE HAVE TO FIND A JOB? WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HOLIDAY. Oka. So we followed the guys to see the elders for some judgement thing and apparently they believe us because of Zone of Truth. My whole life wishing to be thrown into another world and here I am arguing to myself how it can be not true. Fucking conflicted feelings. I mean for fuck sake, we've killed two people and we're living in a dead man's house like fuck this shit.  I'm so done, you can keep my share of the fucking million please just let me go home and hikkikomori myself for fucking forever.  They guys are going to do the carpentry thing and Daryl is way too excited for this new life of adventuring. I'm panicking. Nothing's ready nor prepped for this.  Anyways, Andi and I met this lady Melissa, a female hunter and this-- I forgot what term they use for her, liaison? But she has shown us like hunt places and reeds collecting spots so we can make our baskets and stuff to sell/barter. We got some currency (and to no one's surprise, it's not the same as Swedish currency). I'm tired. I'm done.

[anxiouspotatotototo]

WANTED : A long hot bath & wifi

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Dear X,

How long has it been since our last chat? 5 days at least? It's been a while...

I hope you aren't freaking out from the lack of communication... Scratch that, I know you are. I'm sorry, I wish there was something I could do about it. I swear I've already sent you over 30 messages (including a bunch of pretty cool pictures), however the internet connection sucks... I've resigned to that fate 

So here I am writing a letter to you, hopefully one day (soon I hope) I'll be able to send it over to you, but right now, and please don't think I'm mad, right now, I'm convinced that some comic book shit with a particle accelerator explosion has legit thrown us into an alternate dimension/universe. I'm talking some crazy Flash/Justice League shit right here, except I haven't seen any doppelgängers yet. Will update if I do. Also, we seem to be in this medieval timezone era type thing. The denizens have even dropped some D&D names....Peter is still convinced that this is a huge fabricated joke.


Maybe we're stuck in a computer game...If so I don't feel so bad anymore about those squashed people under the car >_< *shudders*

Anyway, waddaya think? Like Skyrim, with an XP/MP bar and all that! Damn I sure hope I can some magic powers!! That'll be totally awesome...except for all the mutant creatures that could kill me *urgh* I don't know..
So far everything has been pretty mundane. We've been trying to figure out how to earn currency so that we can get out of this hovel town, because all the lottery money on Earth can't be used in this damn place!! It's frustrating. The plumbing is even worse than China, and very soon I might kill just to get a hot shower   JK but not really...

Yeahhhh so Sunday we did some marketing, made bland pancakes for breakfast, (I never thought seasoning would cost so much, it really puts things in perspective what we take for granted) and we all tried to earn some money - Peter and Richard started working for a carpenter, which is pretty amazing really. Peter came back with a handful of splinters though, I don't think the tools are very good.

Daryl found an 'adventuring cave' and mentally plotted the route. I think he might try setting up a bat guano business    he tried to talk to the farmers & a provision store about it. We'll see how that pans out.

Jassy and I collected and wove water reed hats and a basket to sell. We tried to collect other useful plants or herbs but sadly we didn't manage to find anything. 


Today morning, Jassy and I visited a bakery! Hopefully we'll be able to get a job there. They told us to swing by tomorrow afternoon for a trial run. Fingers crossed! I feel like such a dead weight at the moment, Jassy's trying to be optimistic for the both of us... Perhaps I'm just a little demoralised.

...we did manage to sell our farmer hats, however the big basket was a no go, and the earnings were in coppers. Idk..it just doesn't seem like much between two people's efforts. Nonetheless, we harvested more reeds for hats..they seemed like quite the hit.

Peter worked both at a blacksmith's AND found gold off a dead guy in the adventure cave with Daryl; who by-the-way helped us weed the garden for our potato patch. GOLD. It is more than one occasion that I'm thankful and blessed to have this group of friends. Manhandling a dead person sounds a little traumatic to be honest, I don't think I could have done it. The items they retrieved certainly even had the typical smell of decay. I know the dead have passed on and they don't need their worldly possessions, but even while knowing that, it is still a difficult task.....FUCK WE DON'T EVEN HAVE SOAP TO WASH IT PROPERLY gahhhhh  *heavy sigh*

Amongst many reasons, I'm annoyed at how weak this town's spending power is. I don't know how much we can actually earn to comfortably leave. Maybe we should just stock pile enough preserved food and get the hell out, have hopes that the bigger cities would have better infrastructure? (Yeah I'll bring it up to the group tmr)

The plus side was that wool is crazy cheap to buy. We spent 2 coppers on a whole bag! It's unwashed and all but I have an inkling on how to process it into something useable. If anything, we definitely won't have to worry as much about staying warm in the coming winter. Honestly I'm dreading how cold it's going to get, it's not like we have any fan heaters around here...or insulated houses for that matter. The last thing I want, is to fall sick in a place like this. Daryl did get magically healed (sounds real crazy writing this out..) however I don't suppose it'll come cheaply.

Well, it's getting a bit late so I'll end my letter here, I miss you, and hope to see you again at least. Take care and try not to worry too much.

xoxox

[Daryl Kong]

They say when a person is dying, they see their loved ones or heaven in the distance.
They say when a person finally closes the eyes, they see themselves float above their mortal body.
They say that there will be tunnel, a light at the end. And warm fuzzy feelings.

Well, it’s all false!

I saw a thief creeping into our room at night. I saw his daggers stabbing into my stomach. I saw blood. A lot of blood. First red, then black and white. Then nothing. Darkness.

Don’t I have a soul? What if I am an android? Replaced the real Daryl when I came to Faerun?! Holy shit....

[Pecomica]

Mitsubishi Lancers?

Is this Westworld gone wrong? We were attacked last night. One of the attackers was the nosy fellow from the tavern before. We had no choice but to kill them. They were not fucking around. Daryl dropped, and I got a gash on my side. We killed them. They didn't look like robots.

We chose to leave after that. After the villagers helped us and cleared out the dead, we chose to leave. We went to a bigger place. Get away from this small village. Sell the car and use the money to disguise ourselves and find a way to return home.

Melissa is coming along. Woop all around. Having someone that knows the area is a big help. Having someone able to fight is a bigger help. Having someone that can kill at range is better than that. Melissa fits the bill, and she seems eager to travel with us.

She offered to train us in the use of weapons. Sounds good. Can always use more training. Wonder if we can afford it though.

I needed to get a bit of things sorted before heading out. The girls took everything not bolted down in the house, Daryl spent some time with the magical book we got from the attacking mage. Richard is still under from the poison that he had. Hope he's ok when he wakes up. Because of this, we didn't get to leave the village until around noon.

After driving for about 20 minutes, we come across another place. Blackfeather Bridge. Melissa said we should be wary around this parts. I spotted some riders in the rearview mirror. They seemed rather keen on chatting with us. I pulled over by the side of the road on the other side of the bridge and allowed the riders to get close. They were Featherdale folk requesting we return, as the elders have some parting gifts for us. Not really keen on spending the fuel, but it's quicker than waiting for them to reach us. So back we went.

We are now considered friends of the Dale. The attack on our lives by the red robes and associates, showed the dale we are not their enemy. We single handedly took out the threat against the Dale. 3 Red robes and 2 Mercenaries. We're fucking heroes. So they bestowed upon us a writ. A sort of membership deal to the Dale. It apparently allows us to be treated as a Dale...ian? Dalian? Dalefolk? One of them. Just show the writ and we are as friends. Doubt it is that easy, but it should still come in handy. They also gave us a map. A nice gesture. A bit faded, but good enough. We said our goodbyes and headed out again.

Passed the bridge at Blackfeather and onward to the next Dale. There we stopped outside the larger city of Tigel's Mark in Tasseldale. Melissa was worried that our car and clothing would attract too much unwanted attention, so she asked us to wait for her on the hill. We agreed and chatted a bit among ourselves. A group of Halflings passed us by, and they seemed interested in the car, but more blase about it than most others that passed by.

Soon Melissa returned with a hooded fellow. I got the feeling of it being Strider from Lord of the Rings. He seemed to know Melissa, and right indeed. She introduced him as Kannis. Friend with benefits. She didn't say the last part, but we guessed, well I guessed. But I didn't say it... I think. Not to her anyway. She also brought some cloaks. Big enough to cover up most of our every day clothing. Mine was a bit short, but better than having it be too long, forcing me to hike it up as I walked. We need to get some proper outfits. We need to be able to move about without attracting attention based on our outfits. 

So we bid Kannis good day and got back in our car. Thank God for the cloaks. We fit right in wearing them, driving up to 'The Mark House'. Costly as ever, but it has all the wonderful amenities of the backside of a 10th century palace. Indoor plumbing isn't one of those things. So the shitter is in the back. But they have running water... in the kitchen where the pump is. Also have bathtubs with hot water... carried up from the kitchen by porters. They even have a 'phone' system to contact the front desk if you need something. And the service is quick. I rang the little bell and before the cord was still, the porter was right there, asking me to stop pulling his cord. What a champ.

We bathed, and put on fresh clothes then put our dirty ones in the hallway. This place will clean and press it for us overnight. We then met in the dining hall where a minstrel was entertaining us with his singing. Well, I say singing, but really it was more of a Karaoke session. Also the selection of song was a bit silly. 'Long way from home' Is he having a piss? We did show our displeasure as we dug into our food. Some stew for me, some lamb for Jas and Andrea. Richard is still sleeping so... no food for him. Also Daryl headed out to meet a wizard.

Oh fuck. I forgot to mention that. OK, Melissa said there is a wizard living in Tigel's Mark. Some timid little fellow that hides in his house at all hours of the day, and only see prospecting clients in the morning. Daryl really wish to learn magic so off he went to meet with the wizard. Think he brought the book. Forgot to check if he was wearing red shoes.

He returned as we finished off our meal and he ordered some stew as well. Rabbit stew I think it was. He told us the wizard robbed him of his off-worldly belongings. Well, Daryl handed it over on his own free will, but sounds like robbery to me. "I need to examine your stuff for the night. Return tomorrow" the wizard said. Plenty of time to make a run for it with crap items that is of no use here. Unless here is just a simulation and Daryl got pranked. The name of the wizard was the name you get when you are losing at scrabble and flip the board over. Therimondivyr. Think that is worth 35 points. Or 0, as it isn't an actual word. Does this place have Scrabble? Should we make some and sell? Maybe.

After our meal we talked to the constipated, constabulary, confounded, concierge about where to sell our side view mirror. I asked for someone that can afford such a high level of craftsmanship and can see the value it would bring. He said 'Lionel and Sons' so we headed to 'Lionel and Sons'. We talked to someone at 'Lionel and Sons', before we were told to wait for an actual member of the 'Lionel and Sons' family. 30 minutes passed and Drepsil Lionel of 'Lionel and Sons' met with us. I used my non existing charms to up the price on the item in question before actually showing said item. I lamented on the fact that few understand craftsmanship these days, few understand the work that goes into making beautiful baubles, like the ones he sells at 'Lionel and Sons'

Did I mention my nonexistent charm? Yeah, didn't do much. At most he could offer us 1000 gold for it. Claiming he was low on cash after spending on other stuff for the winter bauble production. I even had our master negotiator step in and explain in detail the value of our mirror how it made things ever so slightly larger, how the weight allows you to carry it with you unhindered, how the curvature of the edges wasn't only aesthetically pleasing, but also made to prevent cuts.

But this Drepsil Lionel was adamant about not wanting it. He even belittled the Featherdal..ians? Featherians? whatever. He didn't praise them. So off we went. No mirror sold. Places are closing down so back to the Inn we went. Spending the evening in the dining hall. And would't you know it. Who was there if not our favorite Karaoke performer. Singing the same fucking song. Man... expand your repertoire if you want to get repeat work.

Andrea got tipsy. It was glorious. We should keep her buzzed when we negotiate for sales of the car parts in the future. As we were turning in for the night, we stopped by the front desk. Daryl asked for a 7 am wake up call, and we were informed that there would be a news report on the hour, every hour. Maybe not. I was drunk. I don't remember. We told him NO. No news at night. We can get caught up in the morning. We also provided some news of our own. "Featherdale under attack. It's a carnage, bloodbath." Andrea said. "Many dead on the streets" Well. not too many. But, "Innocent attacked by red robes and mercenaries." "But we killed them", said Jaslyn. Yes we did. We cleared out the hostiles quicker than a Value$Store going out of business sale. Yep. We are that fast.

Melissa returned from her day with her friend. I'm sure they had lots of benefits happening. She helped Jaslyn bring Andrea to their room and me and Daryl turned in as well. It must've been past midnight, but I got to sleep quite fast. The memories of the death fading away. Maybe I should be buzzed as we go about our business?

The next morning we headed downstairs for breakfast and coffee. Finally. They have COFFEE. Amazing wonderful aroma of strong coffee is the best smell in the morning. I have been wanting and needing coffee since we arrived in this coffee free area. And now it is here. It's AWESOME!. Well, the coffee was a bit bland to tell the truth. They need to use more beans I think. No need to be stingy. Adding some milk helped a bit to round out the flavors, but it still needed to be a bit stronger. Will look into maybe getting some more so we can have coffee on the road.

What else is happening then? Well, Daryl got another meeting with the thief -scrabbleword- wizard. Jaslyn, Andrea and me will wait about the area, maybe do a bit of exploring waiting for Daryl to return. Then we see about making some sales. Maybe Melissa is all benefit out so she could tag along this time. Sure would be useful having a guide around.

[Daryl Kong]

Journal Entry:

It has been a week since we arrived in Faerun. Everything is real so far.
Magic. It is real.

Eremondivyr, the local hedge wizard is finally convinced to help learn it.
I could see the tears in his eyes, the eagerness to teach!
I will be a good student.
It feels weird calling him "Master", like some Jedi/Sith master and apprentice relationship. Oh, only if this was the case.
And after my first day with Eremondivyr, I MANAGED TO CAST LIGHT!

Peter also managed to finally sell off the mirror, or at least some of it.
Seeing him going to shops, after shops got tiresome after a while.
But he managed to get a good price for it.
And, he managed to get the local guard to train him in swordsplay.
Plus, his trainer is a paladin! Imagine that.
I thought he would get a better chance to learn combat at a local fighter school.


Andrea finally got out of bed. Seems she wants to be a druid, or maybe a ranger.
I think druid is better, becuz magic!
A druid also can shoot a bow right?
I mean, come on! We know that druid magic is far better than a ranger's.
Just hope the elves we met will find her to be worthy of Druidry.

Richard and Jas are now on their way to collect Darian from the elves camp.
It is good to know Darian made it here.
No news of Chris yet. Probably for the better. Imagine him wanting to be like Twinkles the bard.

End journal.

[orclev]

ＯＮＥ ＶＥＲＹ ＢＩＺＡＲＲＥ ＷＥＥＫ


Darian's personal diary
(or his ramblings)


Well, I haven't touched this thing in ages, figured I might as well now because of what happened... Because even I'm not sure what's happening anymore.

We were on holiday, as planned, I was riding pillion with Chris and there were emergency vehicles driving past us. That much I'm sure of, the next moment, I think the ground swallowed us?

Then I awoke in this... Cave kind of place. I was tied up, but not too tightly. There were these two figures, it was too dark to see at the time but now I know that they're elves.

Actual elves, like in those fantasy settings. I was having the hardest time believing any of that. I was about to take I had just died and been reincarnated in this fantasy world as a fact.

But I don't think it's like that (still not sure). Apparently I fell from the sky and got hurt really bad.

They said this after explaining where I was and that there's some competition for the land here, so it wasn't the safest place for me.

One of the elves, she was called Aliana, she explained how I was also quite unusual for a human. Most of my possessions were in the car that the others were in.

I asked if there were any others, she said I was found alone and in very bad shape.

She led me to the 'crash site', and indeed it was. My first thought was
"the bike did not survive that at all..."
Then I thought
"how the hell did I survive
And then
"...that can't be all my blood can it...?"

Oh yeah, there's magic in this world and it's SO COOL, I'm going to read this someday and think what the hell was I on? Or not. They had used magic to heal me, it was so weird since I didn't even remember being injured, in spite of the fact the blood made it look like I died... Twice.

Chris' watch was was amongst the wreckage, so he was definitely here... Though I fear the worst may have happened to him.

There was no news that other people had fallen from the sky so... I thought I'd just give living here a shot. It was interesting, the elves taught me to speak and read very basic elvish, how to do simple mending of clothes and how to ride a horse.

I think I've been here about a week now, I've not really seen any combat yet, I really hope someone turns up soon.

I might die, again possibly.

[Pecomica]

Clearing the quest log

OK. So here's the deal. We are still stuck in Faerun. Things are somewhat OK. Well, as OK as it can be, considering we are far from home. Anyway. Daryl wanted to hire some mercenaries to help track down our friends, and put up a notice at the local inn. The place where we've been staying for a bit. We got a few nibbles but they all asked for way to much money.

We are strapped for cash. Not so much as we are starving, but enough so we can't afford to spend any of it on some random NPC claiming to be good at tracking people. Specially since we would need to tell them the exact spot our friends went missing. Not much tracking then is there?

Anyway. We have moved out of the Inn. We stay at a summer home for some rich dude. The caretaker is kind enough to let us rent the lower floor of his house so we can save our cash for more important stuff. Also got around to hire two halflings to help us out with cleaning, cooking and washing. Halflings, who would've thought?

Anyway, to the topic. As Daryl posted our notice on the board, he spotted a few others. Not being one to shun away from a adventure, he took quick snaps of them all and we've been trying to clear out the 'quests' to earn some cash, street cred and better understanding of our surroundings.

The quests were the basic. Noise in a cellar, mining help, missing persons, and vandalism. We decided to go for the noisy cellar first, as that one seemed to be easiest.

So we met with this other caretaker who took care of another house, for another rich dude. We got the information, and a set of keys. As we inspected we suspected it was a few rats. Not wanting to be unprepared we bought some traps, a fishing net and set our plan in motion. Thinking back on it now, we probably over-prepared. Anyway. we got 4 rats I think, and we were unable to hear any more noise. Happy as only rat catchers can be, we returned to the caretaker and got our gold, thus completing the quest.

Daryl wanted to keep the rats, but also show them off to his new mage friend, so he did that. We then brought the trapped rats to our new place of residence. Next morning as we are about to do our next quest, we notice a commotion. We investigate and find that the caretaker had been killed by something. I recognized the guards as some of those I've seen at the barracks, so I asked what was going on. He told me and showed me. The caretaker was dead. So much blood. Never seen so much before, not even when we were attacked. Damn. Can't help to feel a bit responsible for this. We claimed we had sorted out his trouble, but there were more to do.

I reported to Sir Erich, while Daryl went to his mage friend. Darian tagged along with him. They found that someone had really made a mess of his garden. Daryl suggested we were dealing with a ware rat, or maybe a dire rat. Nasty critters for sure. Also we agreed that maybe it was tracking the rats, so we made sure not to keep them in the house. Don't want our new staff to be gobbled up. But they had been prudent enough to put the cages out in the shed. So no harm. Still, I sent them home early just to be on the safe side.

With no clue to go on, we moved on to the next quest in our list. Missing persons. A local tanner had his son go missing some 5 days earlier. We got a lead to his friend, as well as a few caravan companies operating in town. Talking to the missing guys friend we learned that he was painting a distorted picture of what caravan duty was about. The tanners son, who we were told was a bit slow in the head, wasn't to keen on continue on in his fathers footstep. So we visited the caravan guilds. Sure enough, he had been there trying to sign up, but been turned away from all except one. A caravan company that wasn't that well liked in the town. At first we thought it was because maybe they were smuggling stuff, or cutting corners or other illegal reasons, but we learned it was because they are from another town.

Apparently people here are prejudiced against others doing business with them, but at the same time, they have no trouble doing business in their town, on their terms. Very hypocritical. But it's not for me to worry about.. at least not yet. So we got a lead with one of these companies and were told to meet again the following day. Giving us the time we needed to check out the last two quests. Mining help and vandalism.

The vandalism again proved that someone isn't to keen about the rich people from another town having summer homes here, so they wrote some nasty slogans on a wall. Only one house was targeted though, so it might be something more personal. The owner of the house had not been around for a long time, so the timing is a bit strange. Will have to maybe dig a bit deeper into this one. Maybe someone around town will know something. Maybe a few evenings spent at the guards local watering hole would shed some light. Would also give me the opportunity to get to know them better.

The mining job was a contract for mining. A company is running behind on their quota and need more miners to work the pig iron out of the swamp in the region, before the ground freezes over. Backbreaking work, with little reason to do it. Other than maybe the pay. If they are behind, then they might pay a bit more for workers. Who seem to be lacking around these parts at the moment.

Next day we found out that our shed had been broken into. Someone, or something had stolen away with our rats. And killed a cat in the process. Probably the dire/were rat. Now that the rats all seem to be reunited maybe the killing will end. But even if it does, it have to be dealt with. Maybe the local garrison will handle it. I know, I know, Daryl, we would miss out on the experience and loot, so maybe we handle it.

Back to the caravan company. We were given a writ that would get us access to their offices in a town near by. We gave fake names. Not sure why, but it seemed prudent at the time. It's not like they would know. Although Darian's new name did raise an eyebrow. So that's where we are now. Are we following up on the lead that will take us out of town. We are 5 days behind the tanner's son. We could go by car, but it might be risky. Still, we would need to start it every now and then so it doesn't shut down on us. Daryl was worried the car might be stolen, so we will be checking on it every morning and evening from now on.

[Daryl Kong]

Journeying Westwards!

After consuming a ton of meatpies and other meats, Daryl and Peter set forth in search of the missing tanner's son.
There were 2 possible routes the boy could have taken. Either another trading town or a place called Half-Creek on a plateau. Half-Creek was chosen purely based on its name.

The ever opportunistic duo approached the local market and found a trader who was setting off in the same direction.
The deal was made; we assisted in nightwatch duties in exchange for the ride.
The road was usually safe and nothing did happen along the way, so it was a good deal.

The duo arrived at Half-Creek and learnt that it was a remote mining town, whose residents were wary of outsiders.
Daryl thought it was like a start to a Call to Cthulu adventure.
As there were guards there who knew Peter's boss, Peter became quick friends with them.
Peter then suggested to split up, to find clues on the missing boy.
Daryl agreed, and with his investigator coat and hat on, he went to the local Sheath Dagger office and asked some questions.

The receptionist there was smoking hot. Alas, this game has no romance feature.
After some questions and answers with the manager, Daryl learnt that the missing boy was sent to yet another mining town called Glen, further west. Dammit, still a step too late.
Daryl then booked a room at the local inn and waited for Peter to return.
Peter returned, but walked "crab style". Daryl did not want to ask what happen.


After a night's rest, the duo ponders on what to do next.
Do they go westwards again to find the missing boy?
Or see if they can hire a messenger instead?