1242
« on: June 02, 2010, 03:22:08 pm »
Diary of Xugot Creamsoothe, 15th of Slate
Our sense of time grew murky as we trekked north. We grew hungry but did not eat, we grew tired but did not sleep. My mind was constantly wracked by thoughts of Quihu. I could have saved her if I was more alert, stronger. I could never protect the things I loved. My wife, my children, Quihu everything I ever loved has been taken from me. The wolf attacks ceased as we wandered into the plains. We lacked purpose, we had no quest, no family, no friends. all we had were each other. Das and me.
Diary of Xugot Creamsoothe, 17th of Slate
The wolves attacked for the first time in a few weeks. The adrenaline filled my veins and chased the doldrums away. I swung my flail and batted the beasts away. Their bites left a few running veins across my hands, making my fingers stick together. When the beasts retreated, I looked to see Das on his knees fumbling with his helmet. He assured me he was fine and that it just came off in the heat of battle.
Diary of Xugot Creamsoothe, 18th of Slate
Das has been acting strange lately, he's taken to using his spear as a walking stick and shouts at me whenever I get away from him. I tell him he's acting like an old man and we share a laugh at his expense. It feels good to laugh again.
Diary of Xugot Creamsoothe, 19th of Slate
The plains gave way to desert today as we made our way north. Das has been really talkative lately. He told me about growing up in Thrifthermits, about his father the guard who inspired him to be a warrior, about the legend of Etast Willgolds the hydra and Ugan Trickedduties. When I asked him if he was married he just shrugged and became eerily quiet but struck up a conversation again after a few minutes.
He walked into a cactus later today and I asked him if he wasn't wearing his visor a little too low, he rebutted that if he hadn't had his visor so low he'd have a face full of prickles.
Das has been one of the few things that has made life worth living lately.
(Das is 26 years old and he's married to some lady named Moņol who still lives in Thrifthermits, a better writer can explain why he's out here with Xugot)
Diary of Xugot Creamsoothe, 28th of Slate
Das hasn't been pulling his weight lately getting food. Even though the desert is crawing with lizards, he can't seem to catch a single one. He says he'll let me drink from his canteen but I think he'll need the water more than me, what with him wearing that stuffy metal helmet through the desert.
Diary of Xugot Creamsoothe, 6th of Felsite
A strange beast attacks! as we're walking through the desert Das tells me to stop and sure enough a giant scorpion the size of a horse rises from the sands and lunges at me. My flail made a dull thump when it struck the thick shell of the beast and it's claws clanged like swords across my shield. Fortunately, when I put a dent in it's back thick slime came pouring out and it tried to retreat. With all my strength I managed to smash down on its back and crack it open with such force that the goo inside it sprayed all over me and it collapsed into a hot sticky heap in front of me.
When I asked Das why he didn't help me he said he was caught off guard and makes some joke about dwarves, I can't remember how it went exactly but if he ever says it again I'll be sure to write it down. It was funny enough to excuse him from fighting that monster.
Aand.. they'll be a million posts since I started so enjoy this while I keep writing in the background. Input is appreciated
