Greeting and well met fellow adventurer. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Alistar.
Not to long ago, I set out from my homeland, Mierani Forest. Not knowing where I was headed, only knowing that despite the tradition of elves staying close to their homelands, I was ready for adventure
. Longing for more than to be a skilled craftsman, I set out to find my true calling in life. I wandered a south fair distance away, until I came to the town of Sandpoint.
I entered Sandpoint on the day of a festival - the Swallowtail Festival from what I've gather. However, not long after arriving in town, the town was besieged by goblins. I found myself locked in a fierce battle with a few other adventurers. We are, for now, linked into some haphazard group. We must look a bit out of place, as we couldn't be more different. For now, I am accompanied by a rowdy, hotheaded halfling rouge , who goes by the name Runt Pumpernickle, a half-elf warlock named Methuselah, a dragonborn Paladin of Gorum who goes by Sarineo, and a drunken dwarven cleric named Adrik Stoneliver . Of my four fellow adventurers, Sarineo is the only one I trust to have my back in battle. He has proven himself to be a formidable ally in helping to defeat the many goblins. Adrik, although often inebriated, has proven himself to be a trustworthy cleric, healing my fellow party members in times of need. Runt tends to get us into some situations, perhaps because the goblins are attracted to his foul stench. I feel that they have somehow "marked" him with a scent of their own, thus attracting them to us. Methuselah has shown that while she may be weak, she can be an asset with her ranged concoctions.
After defeating many goblins and saving a nobleman from the same fate given to his dog, we found ourselves bound together. We are now mercenaries, tasked with both protecting the town from more attacks and with finding out who was at the heart of the attacks and why. We've been getting the lay of the land by mingling with the townsfolk and helping them if we can. We've helped the general store owner receive his missing wagon of ale, helped the sheriff in interrogating the goblins captured by the guard and are now working on some quests of our own - trying to find a band who call themselves the Brotherhood of the Seven. But before we can get any further, our inn keeper has been missing so we have gone to her family's glassblowing foundry in search of her.
Farewell. One day, I'm sure our paths will thus cross again and I'll keep you updated on our progress.
~Alistar
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