Marlaia
Ugh
I don't think I want to be friends with these people anymore.
First, I was out on a walk, trying to get used to the area when all of a sudden my world went dark. Stayed dark for a while too, because when I came around again, I had a bag over my head. But I wasn't alone. Fryd was there too. We were being recruited into... a secret organization. I wanted to say no, but.... They knew. And THEN Fryd freaking guilt tripped me into joining. "I don't trust anyone else to heal me if I go down." I'm not good at what I do, I killed someone so Lliira is probably SO mad at me that she's going to take my powers away, and he's saying he trusts no one else to heal him?
But it worked, and now I'm part of this stupid organization that I don't want to be a part of.
THEN they decided we all needed to have a drink together. All of us. So, I did my best to stay as far away from Scorch as I could. But I could FEEL him staring at me. Daara noticed and pulled us together and tried to make us talk. Fryd said some hullabaloo about "not getting any better if you don't try". I couldn't explain what I was feeling properly at all, because once again my words failed me, then Igris decided to announce that my face was doing the color changing thing again and it spun off into an entirely different tangent.
Fryd suggested we try to break into the warehouse and see if we could recover some of the treasure we were forced to leave behind. i'm going with them. I will not allow him to leave me alone in this organization that I didn't want to be in in the first place. He and I are going to be a team now, whether he likes it or not.
My head hurts. I'm going to bed.
We DO have ghosts
Well, apparently the rumors weren't wrong. The new (to us) place that we have is haunted. There's a male ghost, a bartender, and a female ghost, a cook. When we asked them what had happened to them, all they told us was that they had died. No information other than that. That makes me uneasy.
I want to make it clear. I am a tiefling. Ghosts do not scare me.
But I don't really trust them.
I plan to keep my wits about me, and continue to not drink. Especially anything from the bartender. The last thing I need is to get drunk and have something happen that I cannot control.
I am not my family. I can make it on my own. I am not alone, I have friends and I will make sure that I protect these friends of mine.
Even while avoiding one.
My Life is OVER
IAMSOSTUPIDWHYDIDIDOTHATWHYDON'TMYWORDSWORKPROPERLY?
First. I found that there are more of these elemental beings. I looked at Daara (who is the best friend that I have. I don't know if she knows that, but she is) and all I said was "there are more of them?"
Stupid. SO STUPID.
THEN after we went to the bookstore and they made it so that Scorch could understand and speak to us, I gave him that book that I found, because he can use it, my words turned to porridge in my mouth and I just made a strangled noise and then ran off.
I refuse to be in any room with Scorch. I refuse. I will jump out a window if I have to, so that I can avoid him perceiving me. I'll probably combust.
I think I need to see someone about this. This is becoming a problem.
Inside the Broom Closet
I'm hiding in the broom closet as I write this. I'll get there.
When we came out of the sewer system, thankfully, Fryd mentioned wanting to get cleaned up. So, we made our way to the closest bathhouse. To my shock and horror, it was also a brothel. I think it was called Mother Tathlorn's, but I was too wrapped up in my embarrassment to fully catch it. There was a goliath there, wearing nothing but a scrap of clothing, so.... I was finding it very hard to focus.
When he told us that we would have to bathe on our own before joining the group and he told us how much the baths would be, i just asked for a bucket. I didn't want to ask the rest of the group to pay for my bath, but I couldn't afford it. A gold piece. I had two silver to my name. I really need to remember to start making people pay me when i heal them.....
Anyway, the goliath man kind of just looked down his nose at me, but Urku paid for my bath.
I will never bathe there again. After my bath by myself, which I made sure to give myself, I wrapped around seven towels around myself (Towels are not big enough here. It is run by a goliath and they have the tiniest towels. Why? Why are towels so small?) and joined the others in the group tub. I shouldn't have. There was a lot of skin and I just... Nope. I spent a lot of my time with the water up to my eyes because I just couldn't relax with these people I've known for barely two days. While we were in the tub, the large fire man came out of Fryd's ring and joined us. He was still wearing his clothes, but with yet another set of eyes in the room, I just wanted to disappear.
After the bathhouse, we went to meet with their patron, the man who had given them the mission in the first place and found out that he couldn't pay us, but we would get an inn. As everyone went to bed, I took the opportunity to speak to Daara about the.... incident with the barman from before. And I rambled. A lot. I just.... My brain started going a mile a minute on me and I couldn't focus and I think that she understands why I did it, I think she understands, but I don't really know if i made any sense. When I was done talking to her, I hugged her (WHY?!) and opened the first door I came to.
That's why I'm in the broom closet.
I don't know if she's gone to bed yet, but I don't want anyone to see me coming out of the broom closet, so I'm probably just going to hunker down here for another hour or so until I don't hear anyone out there and then make my way up to my room. Tomorrow we're getting this supposedly haunted inn signed over to us. At least I won't have to go home with my tail tucked between my legs now....
Almost-death sucks.
I never thought I'd be that close to death twice in a matter of days. I've never felt anything like that. When the adventurers would come into the taverns clutching at their heads...I don't know what I assumed. My own head is still throbbing from that thing's magic, I can only imagine the others feel the same right now. My spells were able to repair some of the damage at least.
The kobolds were the ones to bring me back, which was...unexpected. This time waking up was different, and maybe that has to do with them. All of this makes me realize just how little I know about certain things despite all the books I've read. I don't know. I just want to get above ground again and get myself clean. After they get the man we found to safety (I assume he's the one they've been looking for, but at the time, I was barely able to see straight).
I don't know. Thinking is difficult and there is a lot to think about.
A literal mess
Here I am, wandering through the sewers hoping I don't have to fumble my way through another fight. I should've paid more attention to Andaxos when he tried to teach me how to fight. I thought he was a worry wart, now it feels like he was clairvoyant. When he made me promise to learn to use the mace, I don't think this is what he meant.
I've been in worse places.
Thinking about it, that's probably sad to say, I'm covered in sewage hoping the stains hide the dried blood. I'm going to end up spending my last bit of money on a bathhouse and cleaning supplies at this rate. I wouldn't blame them if they left me there, I feel...less than helpful. I wasn't ready for battle. Not that I want to kill anyone anyway, but I don't think I can avoid doing it. Again.
At least the first time was an accident, right? Sort of. The Dragonborn is the only one who saw that, and she hasn't said anything. Oddly enough I don't think any of them will care, but it's not their caring I'm worried about. It was for a good reason...she'll understand I did it to protect someone, right? What if she doesn't? What if all I have left is a mace that I don't know how to use and a handful of ruined bandages?
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