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Warning: Fantasy Alcohol, Drunkeness
“Oh, come oooon, let’s ask,” a voice said, piercing through the fog of Voyage’s brain like sunshine through thick clouds.
“Are you sure we should?” another answered, skeptical.
“We need a spellcaster,” a deep, gravelly voice argued, “And it’s not every day you find a whole adventuring party in a single tavern,”
“If you’re sure,” the second voice sighed.
Voyage’s tankard was slammed onto the table by a small, tanned hand and they shot up in their seat.
“I’MSORRYIDIDN’TMEANTOTAKeyour- oh,” Voyage blinked and rubbed their eyes. In front of them were four humanoids who looked the adventuring sort.
A halfling in a peacock blue tunic with little multicoloured pockets sewn onto it wherever there was room was holding the handle of Voyage’s tankard. They were smiling, pleased, so Voyage assumed that they were the one who woke them up.
A half-orc with the greyish skin of their non-human parent towered behind the halfling. They wore a pale dress embroidered with fruit and a green shawl over their shoulders.
An elf in a fine purple vest and leggings was idly tightening the bandages around their wrists. Voyage couldn’t see any blood, so they assumed the bandages were to prevent injury rather than to heal it.
The last humanoid towered above the rest, even the half-orc. Their skin was covered by gleaming scales. Each one looked like it was polished by hand until they shone and shimmered in the sun. The flickering firelight danced across them. Voyage was so mesmerised by them that they almost didn’t hear the dragonborn speak.
“We are on a quest to explore the Cloudcry Rainforest. Would you like to accompany us?” they asked, tilting their head to the side.
“What do I get?” Voyage quirked an eyebrow.
“One fifth of any treasure we find,” they answered, “and the experience of this adventure,”
Voyage nodded, biting their lip in thought.
“There’s just one thing…” Voyage said, “Why do you want me on this adventure? How do I know you didn’t just go up to the first drunk dwarf you could find and trick them into an ambush?”
“You’re paranoid,” the dragonborn observed.
Voyage shrugged. “It’s the kind of thing I’d do,”
“How about this,” the halfling butted in, “Let’s wait until midday to make a decision. You can go, sober up and think about it and we can pack and make arrangements or something. We’ll meet back here after,”
Voyage nodded, then frowned. “Midday tomorrow?”
“Midday today…?” the halfling mirrored their expression.
“But it’s-” Voyage looked out the window, “MORADIN’S INEXPRESSIBLES! It’s morning already!?”
Voyage stumbled off their chair and started shoving everything into their bag with shaking hands that they glared at, futilely commanding them to be still. Then they stopped and looked up.
“Why me?” they asked again.
“We could do with another spellcaster,” the dragonborn explained.
“How’d you know that I…?”
“Your Arcane Focus is sticking out of your pocket,” they nodded at it.
Voyage attempted to subtly nudge their crystal back in. The adventurers kindly didn’t mention the weird spasm the movement turned into.
“We’ll leave you be for now,” the halfling grinned, “See you at midday!”
The adventurers left Voyage to grumble at their bag underneath the table. They scooped up Kindling the stick insect and put him on their shoulder. Kindling brushed Voyage’s neck soothingly with his antennae as they yawned and got up.
{ I passed out because I drank too much Silver’s Ale. Have you ever done that, Feelia? Drank till you dropped? Maybe if you stayed on the Material Plane as a humanoid more often you would’ve.
I was woken up by a bunch of adventurers who wanted me to explore the Cloudcry Rainforest with them. I have until midday to decide whether to go or not. Is that even a decision? I’d worry that the ale is stopping me from thinking properly, but my hands are steady enough to write and I’m pretty sure I’d choose to go anyway.
I’ve got my questing pack and daggers, so I’m prepared. If I need to eat I’m sure I can scrounge something.
You can thank Kindling for getting me away from town. I probably would’ve stumbled into a thieves’ den and you would’ve lost your favourite disciple. For that, I’ve decided not to burn him this week.
Until I write again!
All the best,
Voyage }
“Oh, come oooon, let’s ask,” a voice said, piercing through the fog of Voyage’s brain like sunshine through thick clouds.
“Are you sure we should?” another answered, skeptical.
“We need a spellcaster,” a deep, gravelly voice argued, “And it’s not every day you find a whole adventuring party in a single tavern,”
“If you’re sure,” the second voice sighed.
Voyage’s tankard was slammed onto the table by a small, tanned hand and they shot up in their seat.
“I’MSORRYIDIDN’TMEANTOTAKeyour- oh,” Voyage blinked and rubbed their eyes. In front of them were four humanoids who looked the adventuring sort.
A halfling in a peacock blue tunic with little multicoloured pockets sewn onto it wherever there was room was holding the handle of Voyage’s tankard. They were smiling, pleased, so Voyage assumed that they were the one who woke them up.
A half-orc with the greyish skin of their non-human parent towered behind the halfling. They wore a pale dress embroidered with fruit and a green shawl over their shoulders.
An elf in a fine purple vest and leggings was idly tightening the bandages around their wrists. Voyage couldn’t see any blood, so they assumed the bandages were to prevent injury rather than to heal it.
The last humanoid towered above the rest, even the half-orc. Their skin was covered by gleaming scales. Each one looked like it was polished by hand until they shone and shimmered in the sun. The flickering firelight danced across them. Voyage was so mesmerised by them that they almost didn’t hear the dragonborn speak.
“We are on a quest to explore the Cloudcry Rainforest. Would you like to accompany us?” they asked, tilting their head to the side.
“What do I get?” Voyage quirked an eyebrow.
“One fifth of any treasure we find,” they answered, “and the experience of this adventure,”
Voyage nodded, biting their lip in thought.
“There’s just one thing…” Voyage said, “Why do you want me on this adventure? How do I know you didn’t just go up to the first drunk dwarf you could find and trick them into an ambush?”
“You’re paranoid,” the dragonborn observed.
Voyage shrugged. “It’s the kind of thing I’d do,”
“How about this,” the halfling butted in, “Let’s wait until midday to make a decision. You can go, sober up and think about it and we can pack and make arrangements or something. We’ll meet back here after,”
Voyage nodded, then frowned. “Midday tomorrow?”
“Midday today…?” the halfling mirrored their expression.
“But it’s-” Voyage looked out the window, “MORADIN’S INEXPRESSIBLES! It’s morning already!?”
Voyage stumbled off their chair and started shoving everything into their bag with shaking hands that they glared at, futilely commanding them to be still. Then they stopped and looked up.
“Why me?” they asked again.
“We could do with another spellcaster,” the dragonborn explained.
“How’d you know that I…?”
“Your Arcane Focus is sticking out of your pocket,” they nodded at it.
Voyage attempted to subtly nudge their crystal back in. The adventurers kindly didn’t mention the weird spasm the movement turned into.
“We’ll leave you be for now,” the halfling grinned, “See you at midday!”
The adventurers left Voyage to grumble at their bag underneath the table. They scooped up Kindling the stick insect and put him on their shoulder. Kindling brushed Voyage’s neck soothingly with his antennae as they yawned and got up.
{ I passed out because I drank too much Silver’s Ale. Have you ever done that, Feelia? Drank till you dropped? Maybe if you stayed on the Material Plane as a humanoid more often you would’ve.
I was woken up by a bunch of adventurers who wanted me to explore the Cloudcry Rainforest with them. I have until midday to decide whether to go or not. Is that even a decision? I’d worry that the ale is stopping me from thinking properly, but my hands are steady enough to write and I’m pretty sure I’d choose to go anyway.
I’ve got my questing pack and daggers, so I’m prepared. If I need to eat I’m sure I can scrounge something.
You can thank Kindling for getting me away from town. I probably would’ve stumbled into a thieves’ den and you would’ve lost your favourite disciple. For that, I’ve decided not to burn him this week.
Until I write again!
All the best,
Voyage }