The Personal Adventures of Halfling Scout and Brave Adventurer Fuzzytop Pathtreader
Woke early and broke fast with the Lord. He fed us heartily on hard boiled eggs, a scrumptious large ham, fresh bread with luscious bacon fat spread and thick, dark coffee. Somehow I managed to contain my hunger so as not to call attention to myself, but secretly I could have eaten the whole ham.
The Lord thanked us for helping track down the traitors. He is very concerned that the Hospitalers are involved. They sound like a nasty group. He offered to give us land in exchange for becoming his vassals. I’m not exactly sure what it means to be a vassal of a Lord, but it sounds like I would have to live among the tall folk and I don’t know that I would like that as an every day sort of thing.
Someone named Lord Drogo was announced and the Lord quickly left. He sent us to visit two knights in charge of fortifications.
I convinced Mr. M’tan to accompany me to the tent where I confided that I could heal his arm. Luckily, he had the power stone that I needed to cast the regeneration spell. His arm began to itch and tingle. In a month it will have grown back completely.
We then went to plan for the coming attack with the two knights. We decided to build a wall around the city. We would need the help of all citizens to build it as fast as possible. Mr. M’Tan used his magic to turn the Keep to iron.
I was so tired from all the healing and the planning that I decided to take a short nap.
The Battle of Orc Hill: Never in all my days have I seen so many orcs at once. We snuck up underneath them through the tunnels. Mr. M’tan used his magics to rain down stones on their heads above. I snuck outside and spotted the evil dwarves. They were commanding the orcs. M’tan cast his spells and their evil deeds ceased forever more. Hooray for defeat over the evils of this land.
The citizens of Wallace and their Lord honored us for saving the town from the orcs. The Lord offered many flattering gifts, but I prefer to keep to myself. Folks don’t tend to be as understanding if they learn too much about my past.
The orcs we fought in the great battle had vials around their necks. Upon close inspection, it was found to be a zombie potion. They intended to catapult the orcs over the walls and turn those dear folk of Wallace into zombies! The next morning, we returned to the battlefield to collect the vials from the corpses. The bottles remind me of my father saying that a group of heretics and necromancers in Lake Styx were known to make potions. However, in all my studies of the magics I have never heard of someone bottling a zombie spell. That sort of thing is too evil for this world and could tip the balance for all.
My dear Fafner has returned! Just before I met the human and the elf, Fafner and I were separated. I crossed an old rickety bridge that spanned a deep canyon. He started out behind me, but the wood began to crack and bend beneath his paws. We both feared the boards would give way beneath him so I sent him back to the other side. It took him a few weeks to find a way around, but I knew he would come back. He’s such a good dog. I missed him so.
When he found me, I was heading out to the Tolo house for dinner. As I hurried along the road from the Keep he tackled me and pinned me to the ground. A joyous greeting it was. He licked my face and breathed his doggy breath all over me. My eyes filled with tears of joy as I hugged him and praised the good Lord for helping him find his way back to me.
Fafner and I continued down the road to join Mr. Tolo and his wife for supper. It does feel nice to be among my own folk again. I felt at home in the cozy house filled with delicious smells. Mrs. Tolo’s marmalade thumbprints were my favorite. Fafner rather preferred the bones from our pork chops. After the meal we chatted around the table drinking ale and passing around M’Tan’s tobacco. Mr. Tolo overindulged and tipped over on to the floor. A lovely evening!
The Lord granted Mr. Aziz and Mr. M’Tan land as thanks for their great deeds in the Battle of Orc Hill. So, we set off to find those lands.
Along the way, we stopped in a general store owned by a dwarf. There we resupplied. I got some delicious dwarven jerky, which proved to be a tasty treat!
The tall folk talked to the merchant for a long time. He was very surprised to hear that dwarves were mixed up with orcs. I don’t blame him. Orcs are dirty, deceitful monsters. Once Mr. M’Tan told him that we were the heros of the Battle of Orc Hill and that he had turned the Keep in Wallace to iron, the dwarf began to see us with new eyes. He said that killing dwarves was normally a serious offense for the dwarf council, however they were interested in the elf’s magic. The dwarves have prided themselves on building the strongest keeps in the lands. The elf’s magic could aid them (and compete with them).
I am cautious in my dealings with dwarves. I have never found dwarves to be the friendliest of people. They tend to be gruff and enterprising. They don’t take the time to enjoy the wonders of the world. I fear that something evil is brewing between the dwarves and the orcs. Honestly, I don’t really trust them.
Mr. Aziz’s land was out near the desert. It is a large flat area, with good access to ground water. Mr. M’Tan and Mr. Aziz combined their powers to build a beautiful fountain and grassy square lined with redwood trees. Someday, this fountain will be the center of Turiqabad, a bustling town.
We hired some mercenaries in Wallace for additional protection. Mr. Jason and Mr. Ben are nice fellows. They were awestruck when they witnessed the amazing magics of Mr. M’Tan. He invited them to become the first citizens of Turiqabad, and offered them positions as the head of the guard. Mr. Aziz, being more skeptical in nature, suggested that they prove themselves before being named the head of his new guard. The mercenaries accepted his challenge, professing their loyalty and wondering at the magic powers the elf possesses.
Mr. Jason, then alerted us to an orc scout who had appeared on the road in the distance. When the orc reached the fountain, we attacked and killed him. The dirty beast was carrying several potions, including one that exploded as a fireball when thrown. Who is giving these potions to the orcs? I have never seen such magics made into potions. And orcs are certainly not intelligent enough to perform these alchemies themselves. Mr. M’Tan kept the potion for further study.
We were dirty and bloody from the battle and in dire need of a bath. Mr. M’Tan, not being the patient sort, decided to build a great bath complex right then. Mr. Aziz told him how to build a tepidarium, some fancy talk folk name for an artificial pond. Mr. M’Tan used his magics to move the earth into the shape of a large pool, and then turned it to stone.
They then debated various ways to heat the pond. There was no wood lying around, so the elf had to conjur up some bushes to burn. They waited for the water to heat up, but I quickly stripped off my dirty clothes and jumped into the water. The cool fresh water soothed my tired soul and washed the dirty orc and mud away. I splashed about with Fafner. We love swimming.
After our swim, I was very tired. The elf and the human wanted to continue on to Mr. M’Tan’s land. Fafner bent down and I climbed up on his back. I slept soundly as he carried me through the night to the elf’s new home.