Blaze's Fiery Ramblings Pt.1 So I set out leading a bunch of others to some Monastery they been itchin' to visit, I heard it was toward the Ettinheights where I figure our boy might’ve run off to, so I thought I’d try my luck. Outside’a Hope it’s a dreary place, way too much water for my likin’. We came across some pillar, which apparently is a set of three- one of the others things it might’n be somethin’ to do with teleportation if we can get to the middle of the three of ‘em, but apparently that might be in the middle of a group’a slavers, so we thought we’d check that out another time. We took a rest. I had to take a watch with a pretty little Tiefling named Gigi, though she’s nothing compared to you, baby. All’a sudden, some old man in a canoe started yelling looking for nibbles. Turns out nibbles is a pet crocodile, wants us to find him for gold. ‘Cept wants us to bait the croc out. ‘Cept *we’re* to be the bait. Fuck that I say, though Gigi seems mildly interested, bless her soul. She ain’t gonna last long out here if she’s leadin croc’s on a wild chase. I’ll be sure to steer us in another direction should I see any croc tracks, pretty thing like that ain’t got no business with wild beasts o’that disposition. We made our way to the fisherman’s village for a change, the others kept mentioning it so I figured they might’n be wantin to see it. I definitely didn’t get lost.. We stayed in the treehouse. Couple of trolls were attracted by the firelight. Tried to tell them to fuck off. Bastards cut down our tree. Floated down onwards but we were split. These trolls are tough motherfuckers. Killed one of us while the rest of us legged it. One of the motherfuckers struck down my baby, twice. They’ll pay for that, but I’ll wait til we get the drop on them instead. I’m think’n I saw a notice back in Hope about some troll slayin’, might have to ‘round up a posse for that. The dwarf we had with us, Ruckus, got ‘imself eaten up (dunno why the others kept saying he was an elf?), but we managed to get away. We eventually made our way to the mine I’ve heard about, turns out its pretty well fortified. Me and Drago took one watchtower while the others crammed into another, enjoyed the peace and quiet for a change, though I could hear the ramblings from one of the others echoing across to us- glad I’m over here and got a good night's sleep, strangely I miss your touch baby - though I can’t even remember it. We set out further west, where we came across a druid the others say a fox mentioned? Didn’t realise the others could talk to animals, coulda fooled me. Anyways, she was pretty hospitable, let us stay the night in safety, I stayed the fuck away from the river though. We then headed up the mountain for a while, pretty hard to get lost when there’s only a narrow road to travel so I let others lead for a bit. We came across a chasm with a raging river below and a couple of rickety bridges spanning the gap. Not wanting to chance it, I grabbed a rope and shifted into a cat, streaking across the first bridge. Piece of pie, The others made their way across and I darted across the other bridge, got halfway across before realising we’d been fuckin’ ambushed, and here I am a fuckin’ cat. They swarmed us from both sides and I called for you, baby. And I know it’s not your fault- you did good baby, you took down a few of ‘em burning down the bridge behind us, but poor Vincent fell into the river unconscious and started drifting away. As you went off to try and retrieve the poor guy I stood my ground at the other bridge, though there were many of them I definitely didn’t falter- Gigi was shouting words of encouragement at me (there ain’t nothin’ there baby, she was clearly just trying to make you jealous), though the strange monk Bronson clearly needed it more, I quickly cauterized his wounds while he held the line. We eventually sent them tumbling into the water, but baby I hope you find Vincent- the others are looking at me strangely- as if it were *my* fault he fell into the water! Everybody knows you don’t fight on a fuckin’ rickety bridge. Anyways, I need a fuckin’ smoke, thought I’d quickly write this for you even though I can’t write for shit, you know it ain’t my thing, but for some reason I remember you liked it. I remember we once had a simpler life, you, me, and Vulcan- why the fuck can I remember the horse’s name and not yours? I’m sorry, baby..
