Hunting the Shardshunter

Drinks at the Giant Cock

What an odd turn of events.
First, we’re all trying to break into some camp and then, poof! Half of us are sucked away to what was admittedly a very nice little town. The whole lot of them are crazy fanatics who seem to oppose sorcery, so I have disguised myself as a common bard. I’m so clever. Yay me!
We spent a good amount of our time here gathering information. Also, there was some drinking. I think I tried to pick a fight with a dwarf, but it’s all a little bit fuzzy. As much as I tend to detest any and all orcs I must say I was more than glad to have Karsa with me. That guy can drink! When we finally began our journey to recover a young girl for some strange man things seemed like they would be straightforward and we’d be back at the tavern again in no time.
They were not.
We were betrayed, and now our shard is missing and I think I need another drink soon. All of this ztress is $t4rt!ng to geEEeeeEt to we*

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Yay! First Journal entry! Ding to Level 5 for you.

Drinks at the Giant Cock
Parasaur

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