The wind blew from the east as Rilos climbed over the rocks. “Shit, their catching up,” he nearly stumbled as vaulted over the rocks “Ha! there is civilization after all!” A small hamlet is on the horizon, with a tavern full of mead thought Rilos as he out paced his Kobold followers. hours of running made the fragile sorcerer long for a warm bed and some mead. After finally eluding and evading kobold sentry after sentry, he mad his way to the the unknown hamlet. There he found him self in the tavern with Charrika, the vivacious orc, some other women who was insane, a alchemist whom had a tale and was not of this plane, and the barkeep. After a drink and relaxation, Rilos remembered why he was running in the first place, it wasn’t the kobolds that him running like a milk drinker. It was his own people. He was an exile, forced out by his own people for not believing in their own god. Well why should he, their god that they worshiped was one that hated anything that had substance, and he had substance and more. His goals were to replace his peoples god with something that gave a damn about them. Then there were those kobolds that were chasing him, he should probably say something to the rest of the inn about them, so they weren’t set upon unknowingly.
But this drink was so good thought Rilos, well if i dont say something no one will. Plus the drink will be there for later. “So there is a pack of kobolds coming down the hill about an hour or so after me, we should take care of them.” Rilos wakes up bleary eyed and confused as nine hells. He remembers being exiled from his clan, home and kingdom, but the for the life of him cant remember why he had a dream of kobolds, a bow that Peirced 4 kobolds or why he had strange visions of an ocean, an orb, a ship, a dragon, and under the sea. Under the sea! No i’m claustrophobic. Sweating and chained to a ship Rilos awoke, not knowing what was real and what was a plague of dehydration, he watched the other “passengers” on the ship with trepidation. after the key holder set them all free, and told them we owed 3,000 gold each to some organization did Rilos begin to really pay attention. He had just glided through life until the recent months, exile, slavery, freedom, imprisonment, non stop running, and chained to a boat! Rilos realized that life could hold so much more for him if he just applied himself. With this band of misfits he could fit in, with this group he could progress toward making something of him self, but he would need a protecter for the time being and the orc cold not keep her longing gaze from him. Rilos thought to him self " well she aint too pretty but she damn sure can handle her self, ill be her snoosnoo if she can keep my ass out of the fire." Through strenuous trials and many drinks the deal was struck. Rilos had a protector, now to gain more power and continue on.
The boat docked and Rilos heard the crows nest billow “Syncairn, be dar!”. Land, finally no more water, no more water elemental’s, wait what? water elementals? my mind is blurry like i drank to much at a dwarven wedding. i know something of these creatures and for some reason they are stuck in my head. Along with a man who keeps following the rest of the party…. why for the life of me cant i remember anything. I know i’m Rilos Bloodwind, sylph, and exile, but most the last 7 weeks are a blur. i need to stop drinking so much. Syncairn an island, a solitude for my wandering mind. A place of great wealth if you can seek it with out death, or pissing of those of power. Well, the last part inst hard to do when you have a big mouthed whore in the group, who would like nothing but to steal from the richest man in the city, but thats a story for later. lets begin about the city.
We came as people in debt to some organization ( i wasn’t paying attention, there was something shiny in the background), and we have to make a certain payment to them. Great. lets start making money, how do we do that? Well we were told that they have arenas here, and the people pay a good wage for fighters. pah i cant fight, i blast someone though, as long as i have a meat sheild. and that i do thanks Charrika. We now have a stable income, and others keep joining our band of misfits though they don’t last very long. We are called Rilos Bone-spear for some reasont they let me be the voice of the group. I haven’t been in charge or the leader of anything since i was the voice of the wind when i was child, its alot better now that im grown up and have somewhat of a clue as to what im doing. We fought against a group of kobolds in the arena of farmers today, i wanted one as a pet/follower and through some coaxing and other languages it happened. i named my kobold companion Deacon, he seems to like me a lot. By the nine hells, he can write! who would have thought these creatures where some what intelligent? they really are! Deacon is a great addition to our Mary band now all we need is a healer….
We have a fight with bob the ogre in the Gilded mug tonight.