A clown fiesta in hellbent fervour.

Okay, today ain't been nothing like what I expected.
 
First part of the day made sense, makin' all sorts of progress on my way down the coast. Got past all the places I done wanted ta' get past.
 
Ended the day's travels in a small tavern, just tryin' to wet the throat and maybe find a pair uh arms to fall to bed with. Shit ain't go at all like that.
 
I just wanted a damn drink and some muscles to look at or somethin'.
 
Next thing I knew, sons ah bitches start poppin' outta absolutely nowhere. Gnome hit me with half a million questions, tiefling done arrested me into this group of clown wranglers, there's a pretty pretty lookin' orc who ain't say much but smart shit, everyone got a million things to say.
 
'Parrently I'm in with 'em. They got enemies, I got enemies, I never really got in a fight much so... at the moment, I think I might be able to drag 'em in to fightin' my battles for me, or maybe with me. Some of 'em look like they could fight. Some of 'em look like they could go ahead and lose a fight real solid. One of 'em even seemed like they could hold a damn conversation if they had a damn second to have one. They rush just 'bout reckless as headless chickens out every-damn-where.
 
I'd say I ain't a gamblin' man, but I am indeed, so I'm gon' hedge my bets on somebody dyin' soon.
 
Edit, I did indeed hedge my bets on somebody dyin,' I figger it's the Half-orc. The tiefling thinks she gon' die 'fore anyone else does it.
 
I decided that I'm just 'nough at the point of lonely, tired of travellin,' and good for avoiding the past, willin' to see what the hell is up with this situation. I guess I'm travellin' with 'em today.
 
Ran into some crazy shit. The goddamn tiefling done died first. Lady fuckin' Luck, right? Then uh...
 
Well shit, what's up with this magic shee-it? I think all that stuff in that dream... I ain't think it was a dream. Them things really done happened. Was it really me that done that?
 
Goddamn it I need a drink again.