I discarded the useless bodies of Imoen and Xzar but allowed Montaron to be resurrected thinking that perhaps an assassin would be of use to me. It seems I was mistaken, I hadn't even made it to the door of the Friendly Arm before I was attacked by yet another assassin and Montaron proved useless once again. You had your chance halfling, rot with the rest of them.
I found Gorion's friends: A preachy tree hugger named Jaheria and her insolent whelp of a husband Khalid. Still, they appear to be able to fight and I *am* in need of a few healing spells so I'll allow them to accompany me.
Whilst looking for work, I found a dwarf woman named Unshey who asked me to retrieve a belt of hers that was stolen by an Ogre. I found the belt but upon realizing it's true value I promptly killed her and took it for myself. Khalid and Jaheria didn't seem to pleased but what do I care? They're lucky I don't do the same to them.
AN: Convenient, I could dual class Crimson into a Thief if I needed to. Perhaps in the future
Someone clearly wants me dead and badly if they are distributing such information so quickly. But only 350 gold? Surely my head is worth more than that after dispatching so many would be murderers Bah! Perhaps I can do something about that and find myself a *real* challenge
I found two new companions in Beregost. A Dwarven Woman named Moidre who swore an oath to protect me after helping me smash in the head of the latest pathetic attempt on my life and a tiny mad gnome named Tiax. Tiax worships Cyric and seems to have some sort of superiority complex. He believes that he will one day rule the world and isn't afraid to spout his inane nonsense to whomever may listen. I find him amusing and perhaps his skills as both a rogue and a cleric will prove useful to me.
The gnome believes himself in charge. I've decided to humor him for shits and giggles but in reality he is but a jester in *my* court
AN: How did I make the same mistake two runs in a row? And now I hate Flinds even more
While in search of the necromancer Bassilus (a 5,000 gold bounty? Yes please), Tiax spewed more of his nonsense; sputtering about his own impatience to rule. I assured the diminutive dimwit that everything I do must be working toward Cyric's plan. In truth I bow to no god, but Tiax is more useful to me when he is pleased.
Traveling the road south to Nashkel we were questioned by Flaming Fist mercenaries. I had half a mind to gut all of them but I suspected that might cause Khalid and Jaheria to turn on me and we can't have that (yet) so I decided to be "diplomatic" by questioning their logic. Why would bandits be out in the open? I mean do we *look* like common bandits? If they are truly threatening every passer by than I can see why this crisis has not resolved itself sooner: the authorities are all morons
I was able to kill *one* Flaming Fist Officer however, who we found harassing some drow woman named Viconia. What is a drow doing on the surface? Viconia seemed non receptive to questioning but did offer her services to me as a cleric which I accepted. No doubt some will attack us simply for having a drow in our midst. Let them come! I'll bathe in the blood of anyone who dares.
Note to Self: My ferocity has seemed to only grow since leaving Candlekeep. To some degree this concerns me and yet, it almost seems....right? My dreams have also grown odd. I had a dream in which I was forced to watch Gorion's death over and over until my tears turned to anger and my anger turned to rage and my rage turned into....something else. What am I becoming? I awoke unafraid despite the horrific sight of my nightmare, and found myself able to drain the life force of one of the rats in my tavern room.
What am I?