I'm sorry to have abandoned you Journey Journal, I've just been in such a bad mood with that sociopathic, mud-blooded, cycle-breaker, Neffarion that I couldn't bring myself to chronicle what has happened so far.
So after I spent the day helping the priests in High Haven try to save as many people as possible, I found out that Neffarion and the others were supposed to heading to Val Nemor, south of my home-town for the yearly Tournament and if I leave them alone there's no telling how much blood they'll shed in the name of Hell-knight "Justice", so I decided to go with them, when the boat arrived the next day.
Morning came, the sun rose, and Neffarion was spotted chasing a distraught looking 12 year old girl down a dark alley with a dagger while half-dressed, or at least that's how I heard it, so that made my morning all the better.
Eventually we headed to the docks outside of town, and waited for our transport, which happened to be a pirate vessel, I could see Neffarion preparing to fight them and make some kind of self-masturbatory pronouncement, so I waited until he opened his mouth and shouted to the Pirates "Hi I'm Seltyiel", and he threw a childish hissy fit, so worth looking like an Idiot to the only members of my race I've ever actually met.
The Pirate captain was nice enough, at least to me, I spent most of the journey talking to him in his cabin, until Neffarion came in and started demanding things and insulting the captain in Abyssal.
Eventually we got to Val Nemor, at Port Zeiduch, and were smuggled into the city in a crate, before the Pirates left us and we met our contact, Melanie, another Hell-knight, who's disguised herself as Astrid, a Ship-Wrights Daughter, and was supposed to get us to the tournament in Dunfarg.
She demanded that we disguise ourselves, so I'm now Glorfindel, a travelling alchemist/healer, however she failed to arrange any transport for us, so I took us to see an old friend, Gregor *Bourbon* Dubrovnik, a travelling merchant, who sells magical knick-knacks. After a little talk he pointed us in the direction of "Umberto" a snake-oil salesman who would be able to get us to Dunfarg in time for the tournament.
It's currently coming on night time, and we're stopped outside Schuteberk, I think we'll be able to get to Dunfarg tomorrow, at the latest, and then I should be able to make some money at the Tournament.
Well remembered and accounted, dude. I don't think we'll be giving Gregor the surname; Dubrovnik though...he's not a Croatian City...or a Chess Set. Also sounds a bit too Russian :)
ReplyDeleteI figure we'll just call him Gregor the Black Hand (or something like that)
So I finally come up with an Unique Name, no Lord of the Rings references, and it's too ethnic for you.
DeleteThere's just no winning with you is there Al?
Although "Smiling Gregor" sounds good, and adds to the mysterious factor a little, and you've already got a shit tonne of "X the Y"