Verse 1
Welcome my friend, sit down by the fire and hear my tale as it happens, for it is an ever expanding tale of my adventures. I am Decker, a modest young Gnomish Rouge of 89 years of life. I started my adventuring life not too long ago, when I was traveling to Nimune to seek out the fame and fortune of the adventuring life. Now granted this didn't sound like the job for a little Gnome of 3' 3" like myself, but I figured that I could handle the rigors of the task. By the time I had arrived to Nimune, at the lesser lit part of the day I traveled to the Skull and Tankard, a low class tavern that I thought would be a good place to seek out some adventurers since everybody knows adventurers squander their loot and enjoy their strong brews. It did not take long before my well trained ears over heard one half-elf talking about some kind of job offering. Being low on cash and looking for work anyways, I desided to enquire of this half-elf if he required any assistance, in his job. I politely introduced myself to him and learned that his name was Cahir. I proceded to ask about his guard duty job and asked if he required additional assistance. Cahir replied that his party could handle it, but that he'd keep me in mind. Something about him struck me as odd, because for some untold reason I thought that I had heard of him at one time.
Later in the evening as I nursed my mild herbal brew, I saw this Cahir person again with a few elves and some warriors. One of the elves seemed to be a performer, because of the mandolin strapped upon her back. I watched the group for a while and one of the warriors came over and sparked up a conversation with me. I found this warrior, whose name is Binkley, a rather interesting individual. We talked for a bit before he returned to his group. Soon after they retired to their rooms, I retired to mine.
Durning the evening across from my room I observed a crime in progress at a jewelry shop. Somebody had set fire to the building. I raced down the stairs and out of the inn, and attempted to get to the crook before he got away but alais, my poor legs do not have the same speed as most humans do so he quickly outran me in the streets. At that point I then bravely entered the building to see if there was anybody in the building. Luckily there wasn't anybody inside so I ran to the well to help put out the fire, by that time the rest of the group who would soon become my party had arrived, or at least the more heroic ones at least. That's when we were all ambushed. Unknown attackers began firing arrows down upon us and the town guards, from the roof tops. One of the scum hit me in the head with an arrow cutting across my scalp but not leaving any permanent damage. I immediately took cover by the town well and hid within the shadows waiting for the chance to strike againist the verminous cowards. By the time they had run off, several of the guards were dead and the shop was nearly burned down. What was left of the guards and town folk we aided in putting out the fire before it spread.
After the fire was out, we returned to the inn, where I met the party that I was to travel with on these adventures. There was Cahir, a tall scout with a mysterious past, that at one time had crossed paths with the company of the Gnomes; Ne`Stahsia an elven bard of skill great enough to charm most humans with her songs; Binkley, a warrior as well as an accomplished chef, or so I am told; Aalaysia Silverain, an elven warrioress who is strongly attached to a strange little mouse, I know not about the story behind her mouse friend, but I'm sure it is long; Greenlin, Aalaysia's brother, He keeps to himself mostly and I cannot share much knowledge about him; and finally Valisia, another elven warrioress of some great skill and honor.
After proper introductions, I was soon invited to join them in their journeys, where we proceeded with Cahir's guard duty job. We were to guard a caravan, under suspision that trouble would arise upon the journey, which, of course, it did. Not too long into our journey, we suddenly found ourselves under attack by flaming arrows and the sounds of steel on steel. Bravely most of the party charged forth as I stayed behind to help guard the wagons. Soon most of them had been set ablaze, and I felt it would be more helpful to assist on the front lines. I came across Cahir, wounded by an axe wound, and I began to pull him to safety as Binkley joined me to help him.Then after getting Cahir to safety, we charged towards the attackers mages who were giving the rest of the party trouble, I let loose with 2 of my throwing knives, missing with one, and hitting some strange field with another. I decided that the only other best way to engage the mages was toe to toe, so I charged forth, just then I was struck down in the stomach with an arrow... as I laid there in agony watching my life drain from me, I had cursed my luck and what seemed to be a quick end to my adventuring career. I awoke later to find that Binkley had saved me before I had truely passed on. Now I owe him a debt of honor. Now I close this entry in my journal as I recover in this smelly medical wagon.