Whilst I’ve been on this continent my plan had always been to find an epic. A great tale to call my own. I’ve been very oblivious to have not realised it was before me all this time. Between a centaur with the most pleasing of personalities who just wants to bring a ray of sunshine to everyone he meets. An elf who if a bit… odd, is an exceptional witch and just wants to help her comrades. An orc who has a knack for always finding a solution, and not always with violence. And then there’s me, a lying bard. Not as inspiring by comparison.
So far we have overseen a shipment of goods when it was attacked by bandits. At which point I took the life of a man, I hadn’t realised at this point the country I was in cared so much for the value of a life, even a criminal’s. I have not and probably will not hear the end of this.
We went to the capital city and assisted in the exposure of some criminal syndicate which was slowly taking over the city. But with us flouting property laws we saved the day taking out some ringleader who was a were-rat. We were to return to this city later in an effort to bring this syndicate down but it is becoming quite apparent that we are not the best investigators. But despite our own shortcoming we found a secret harbour for stowaways and also where shipments of gunpowder were coming in.
There was also the captain of the guard. Poor man was put under a geass and forced to try and stop us when we found a cache of components for explosives. After we knocked out one of the guards, Aniha killed another and Ellisdal paralyzed the captain so that we could help him break the enchantment. Oh there was also the merman. He was protecting the harbour. Nearly killed two of us but once subdued he was surprisingly agreeable. Apparently we’re preparing to launch an attack on this Jahangir’s compound. What could go wrong?
In between all of this we also went on an archaeological expedition. It was an abandoned Elven city in the middle of a marsh. There was a cave in and we found ourselves in one of the old chambers. Pressing on we came across a ghost lamenting the fall of her people. She told us of where we could find records of the place and of the throne of the Dragon King. As we made progress we captured a homunculus, it was being fought off by some strange aquatic creatures. We became their heroes and helped them again when a crocodile was threatening them. Such simple lives they must lead. But I digress we came across an elven blade that was shattered. Offering it to the ghost she charged us with having it repaired and returned to her. After such an amazing amount done in the service of uncovering forgotten history we were sent back to the Golden Palace to receive orders that we were returning to the city for a second time to help with the investigation.
In all of this one other piece of information reached me which I can’t help but be enticed by. A forgotten and lost city. A city of pure gold. El Dorado. If finding such a wonder isn’t an epic I don’t know what is. We can turn legend into fact. Myth into truth. We shall ride into history.