21 Highsun I can never go home. My Master would never recognise me, even with my papers and the signet ring he gave me. Everything seemed great before we set off. There I was, ready to face the new world with my companions on this venture; Constance , some kind of Human in a nun's outfit, though judging by how she operated, she likely wasn't as priestly as she dressed. Arnulf , some kind of Troll-like man, a Cleric by trade, and Kronk , a Bugbear who seemed to like keeping his thoughts private. There was meant to be a Satyr, I'm sure, but he never showed up, not that I doubt it would have made any difference. Not half a day into our journey, we were ambushed. We'd gotten lost at first, but found our bearings after chasing down the infamous Fog Beast. The stupid thing had stood right there outside the gate and spoke to us! It spoke some kind of riddle and then ran off with us on its tail. Honestly, I hadn't a clue what it had said, though Arnulf seemed to know. I'm glad someone did. Then we were ambushed, attacked from all sides by monstrous reptiles that tore into us like cleavers through fresh meat. The biggest of them was a bird with a 40ft wingspan that we later were informed was named Murderbeak, and I believe it. I tasted death that day, as did Kronk . And despite his good intentions, the Druid that had brought us back marred me, forever . Instead of a petite, beautiful young Goblinette in her prime, I'm this big, cumbersome beast, a Furbolg! So close, yet so far from the perfection I was raised to be. From that point, I gave up, I walked into danger, I took unnecessary risks, if just to let my death be an early warning to the others. Limwick, the Tortle Druid's name was. Curse him. I hope something bakes him in his own shell for what I've become. The rest of this venture was shrouded behind a haze of self-loathing and bitter inner retreat. We wandered, I did my best to keep the others safe. We found a temple, one cursed to the nines, our own shadows turning on us violently. Some strange portal appeared outside, but we had no means to open it. Within, we found respite and a place to bathe, some shrine or something to a Moon Goddess. I didn't much care, I wanted to flense my own hide from my grotesque bones, but it would likely bring some new curse on us, and I couldn't do that to the others. Kronk had also suffered a reincarnation, though he seemed to fare better for it. I envy him. I loathe this new body. Perhaps Kronk will tell me where his old cave lies so I can hide in it. We fought more horrors within, more things that easily beat us down and seemed to only falter at the last innings. Whatever divine still rules this house still has some power, as we were able to drag Arnulf back to the pool after fighting some ooze monstrosity, and the powers that be brought him back from death. It brought a moment of happiness, knowing he was alright. He'd been brave this whole time, guiding us into certain death. Constance proved herself a deadly aim with her crossbow, and Kronk tried his best. I want to curl up and forget. And be forgotten. I can never go home.
