The past 72 hours

Oh dear, I do not even know where to begin with this entry.
After a night with my new friends, Soran and Tarak in Midatona, we got a decent night's rest and had planned to head out after breakfast. That breakfast was interrupted twice. Once by a very peculiar little bunny girl named Penelope, and her rather rude metal friend Digin. And then AGAIN by a massive explosion and a tielfing (her name is Maximille but I just call her Max) who looked to be in danger. Soran, Tarak, and myself (along with the two new people) rushed to tiefling girl's aid and found out that assassins had killed her friend. The Hammers (the mercenary group who hired us to run the supply train to Fort Rawing), then hired the 6 of us to track down the assassins. We happened up a camp of bandits north of Midatona but thanks to our friends, we learned they were not the assassins.
 
As we made plans to set out, the assassins struck, killing all the men of the camp and escaping off into the night. The matron of the camp agreed to work with us in an effort to hunt down these assassins and exact her revenge. But... Gods save me... that is not all.
I found a note, something like a bounty, from the mysterious Fangs of Qirmi. They are a group who send family members of escaped Dragonborn slaves to retrieve them... dead or alive, but mostly only dead. This person on the bounty was clearly in danger and against my better judgement, I agreed to go and try to save this person from harm.
 
We spent a few days walking the road back north to Fort Rawing and when we arrived, the target of this bounty was alive and well. But he confirmed my worst fears. The Fangs will not stop until I am found... and that also means I have caused great suffering for one of, if not all, my siblings. Dorval... Rinzeth... Sirath... I am sorry. I had planned on coming back for you, but now I know it may be too late.
 
I won't be deterred from my true goal, however. When I see Lord Valitarthex again... and trust me, I WILL. I am going to cut out his heart and shove it down his throat until he chokes on it in an effort to make him feel even a FRACTION of the pain he has caused us all. On this, you have my undying pledge.