Although I sit here now, alive and well, I know I should be dead. But I know My Lord won't let that happen, not yet anyways.
Today, myself and several others accepted a quest. We all met in a tavern, a likely place as any. I sat away from the mass, silently observing, and pretending to drink a glass of wine. I observed several of them are easily intoxicated. That may prove useful for later use.
A lady there, whose name I cannot recall, came to us with a tale of woe, and a cry for help. We swallowed her lie as eagerly as the drunkards amonsts us tossed down their poisons. Her tale was simple: her cousin had stolen an amulet of hers. She would reward us handsomly for returning it. I cared little for the reward; I went because I MUST.
We set out eagerly, nearly sprinting through the beetle caves. Unfortunately, beetles were not the only enemy we encountered. A ways into the caves, we encountered a number of Kua-Toa. While I agree, that normally these creatures are partucuarlly agressive, I knew they attacked us because we invaded their territory. To my shame, several our our group slaughtered them as if they were nothing at all.
I seperated from the main body at this point. A few others came with me as well. Most of the others went after their "loot."
We, (me and a few others that is), next encountered a rather strange breed of creature. We attempted a parley, but they flung themselves on us and we were forced to defend ourselves from them. Not far from there however, we encountered a Mighty King, who allowed us to pass through his lands peacefully so long as we did his people no harm.
Our other friends had re-joined us at this point, and we found ourselves in a land of death, courtesy of the King. We had traveld through his lands unharmed.
I do not know the name of the lands we traveled, but it is a dark, evil, and horrid place. We were beset by the undead at every angle. At the end of a massive cavern stood a Tower of Death. I called upon the power of the Gods, but alas, I was struck down swiftly.
Each of us awoke in a strange cell. I could heard the others in the cells nearby, shouting and attempting to escape. Apparently, one of them succeeded and we were free once more. Even better, our captor was arrogant and left us with our weapons and other gear. Knowing what I know now, I think he may not have been so much as arrogoant as he knew would would perish.
In a frenzied scramlbe that is still a haze in my mind, we tore through the foul place in search of a way out, and for the amulet. Along the way we were plagued with Goloms, and hordes of undead. The entire place was in essance, a giant death trap for any who wandered in. The master of the place was creating the beasts with alarming speed, it seemed they were limitless in numbers.
At long last, we cornered the villian behind the madness. I remember vague flashes of combat, a freezing cold, and then, my face hitting the floor.
I awoke some time later, aware I was under a tree, and that I was back in town again. I felt strong hands grab me and carry me off to a building. After a whle, I noticed I was in the MIlitia Barracks, and that the Captain was before me. Remembering a Journal I had found, I turned it over to the Captian, confident his men could help protect the town from the army of death.
The captain rewarded each of us with a weapon of our choice; I myself politly deciled, as I am forbidden to accept payment. Instead, my Lord, and God, allows me to live, as I have sinned enough already....perhaps someday, my debts will be repaid and I can sleep once more...