It’s a good day to be resurrected! So much has happened, and I’m so excited, and I can’t wait to get started! We got out of those wretched caves and into the sunlight, and found we were in the forest nearby Ohm’s hometown. I think he said it was called Sanctuary.
We made it into the city alright, and went to Ohm’s home, but unfortunately it seemed like it got sold away or something because, of course, he died, and that’s what happens when people die without leaving a will. I felt sorry for the poor little giant. But we got some favors from a golden-eye, I think he was called. I think the golden-eyes must be some kind of spies or police that watch the city—I really don’t know, but isn’t it fascinating to learn about so many things and peoples and places you never thought existed before?
I’m sorry, I’m getting off track again. Anyway, the golden-eye gave us a money voucher, then left. On our way to the Sleeping Dragon (the inn we were recommended to by a local named Vora) we were nearly attacked by an elemental, but Ohm calmed it down before it could do any harm. Now it’s following us around. I think we should call it Rockie.
Someone at the inn named Luc helped us and finally, I got some decent clothes. I spent entirely too long picking them out, but I didn’t care if the others got upset waiting. I can’t go out looking like a slump, now can I? I’d rather be naked, honestly. Not that I was walking around naked all this time—that cute raven-wing man, Dastan, he gave me his cloak, and I’ve been wrapped up in it all day, but when I found something worth wearing I gave it back because I figured it was only polite.
Anyway, we used the voucher to pay for our stay at the inn, and we all slept. We woke up the next morning and spent a good while coming up with a decent name for our troupe. I like “The Walking Dead”, myself—and why not? Technically, we are undead, aren’t we? We might as well make light of the situation. Snaf recommended we call ourselves “Dockswamp”—or was it “Dampsock”? Either way, it’s an acronym of all our names, and it means “freaking awesome” in Goblin, apparently. If more people in this town spoke Goblin, I might have gone for it. But the images it brings up to native Common-speakers isn’t the most pleasant or valiant.
In the end, we settled on “Aralondil”, or “The Determined Light”, or just “The Determined”. Not bad, huh?
After that we headed for the blacksmith. Each of us went around and asked for whatever gear we needed, and Jordana (the blacksmith) opened a tab for us. I ordered Alaryan armor and a Telanh—I can’t wait til they’re done! I’ll have the most beautiful, elegant Alaryan armor in all of Sanctuary, I just know it.
Poor little Ohm was so guilty about the cost of his armor. Giant armor requires so many materials, you understand, so it was very expensive to order. But I tried to comfort him and reassure him that he was just as important as the rest of us and needed armor just as badly. I have a soft spot for that giant. He’s so good. I can sense it in him.
However, the cost of all the armor left our troupe in debt—approximately 60 gold each to pay it back. Doesn’t matter at all to me. It’s worth it to be well-outfitted in the finest armor available. All we have to do is spend a little time working and the debt will be paid in no time. Already we found some jobs on the board in the inn, and we’ll get them done lickety-split!
I made the suggestion to split up in two groups to get the small tasks done, and then to come together for the big task of fighting the witch, and everyone seemed pleased enough with my plan, and they agreed!
Can you believe it? Me, helping to make decisions for the group? I never expected them to take me seriously. There were always other people around to take care of the important things, like my parents or my brothers. No one at home ever took me so seriously, except for maybe my mentor, Aeria Allium. But other than that, I can’t really remember ever being given responsibility like this. Now that I’m dead, I have some respect. Power. Feels good. I like it. Muahahahahaha! Tell me, Aurelian, Mercanis, Ferrous, who’s responsible now?