Day 1, Unwelcome Party

It’s like we’re on the right track and lost in the wilderness at the same time with new foe and friend and blood on my hands. Our ship landed in Ralgan just as the sun began to set softly. Things seemed mostly closed, but after I rubbed a horse nose for good luck it’s driver offered us a free ride to Gwillepelta. Instant kismet!

Didn’t last that long though. A few hours later the cart was attacked by elves. They killed the driver, broke into the cart, and pointed at me and Twyla. We fought back with the other passengers. A dirty boy named Tsip made lightning (like I do!) and killed one with his crossbow, and the dwarf Janna killed one with her axe. The tall woman with short black hair (Maja) shot power from her hands and exploded energy around her that felt like it sucked the life from me.

When the first elf came into the cart and attacked, I pushed him away without thinking and shocked him to death. I killed another trying to move away, nicked the popliteal artery. I then jumped out of the cart, felt something punch me and everything went black. Turns out I had been shot by an arrow. Twyla healed me a second later, but there was another elf standing over us. We all fought him till my dagger found his liver, and the last one ran off. It seemed like it was over, but then a tall figure appeared on the road, shouted something, and then destroyed the cart with a rush of flame then disappeared.

We looked around the cart quickly, and I was sure to try to return the blood on my dagger, cause blood belongs together. The cart driver was dead, but there wasn’t any sign of the dragonborn that was also driving the cart. We heard the voice of the tall figure echo through the woods and followed a trail off the road past a waterfall. Once the voice had died off we stopped. It was late and we were exhausted, so made a little camp and rested. I’m keeping lookout now. I wonder if someone knows where we are. No one to ask here except …