Post by Nowhere on Jun 8, 2017 13:31:32 GMT
The writings of Nowhere in searching for the missing patrol.
My curse is to write these notes. Not that I wish to, but that I am forced to.
A number of moons ago I had ventured out with a hardy bunch of adventurers to explore. Before we left we were approached by Helra, who has asked us to keep an eye out for her husband Peter. When we returned from our explorations we had not come across him. Several moons later we had not heard anything more about the fate of Peter, so a party of us decided to venture out in search of him.
Our group was made up of some of the original expedition; Rhy, Nix and Moth. Joining us was Galen, whose pissing antics I had been introduced to in my last mission. Finally a new face to my eyes, the kilted, exotically accented Willhelm.
After learning of the path the original patrol had taken, we decided that our first port of call would be
<CONTENT REDACTED DUE TO ONGOING JUDICIAL ENQUIRY>
And then we all returned back to the Three Headed Ettin, to congratulate our success over tea and scones.
My curse is to write these notes. Not that I wish to, but that I am forced to.
A number of moons ago I had ventured out with a hardy bunch of adventurers to explore. Before we left we were approached by Helra, who has asked us to keep an eye out for her husband Peter. When we returned from our explorations we had not come across him. Several moons later we had not heard anything more about the fate of Peter, so a party of us decided to venture out in search of him.
Our group was made up of some of the original expedition; Rhy, Nix and Moth. Joining us was Galen, whose pissing antics I had been introduced to in my last mission. Finally a new face to my eyes, the kilted, exotically accented Willhelm.
After learning of the path the original patrol had taken, we decided that our first port of call would be
<CONTENT REDACTED DUE TO ONGOING JUDICIAL ENQUIRY>
And then we all returned back to the Three Headed Ettin, to congratulate our success over tea and scones.