Cal Laftria

So after insulting a lord by not accepting his gold I have learned a lesson. I try to never make the same mistake twice but this time I have. I have learned never to turn down money that is offered. If I plan on donating the money I should wait until afterwards. So I found a town that is accepting of different races. It is a town that almost mirrors the teachings of Eilistraee. I saw a half-drow even. It is refreshing to find such in the realms. This mirrors the lack of following that I have done. The teachings I have neglected. I follow her teachings but have been pushing a single line of her teachings. I found a temple of her and left a donation. Still it is a reflection of what I lacked. I follow a teaching but I do not apparently do much for the cause. If our group encounter a drow would I be able to try and convert them? The questions that will haunt me until I face them. Let us hope me and my friends will win in the end.

What a different two weeks it has been. We were hired to help assist a noble back home. During this I have seen my first drow. I also found out that my cloak can truly understand Drow Sign language. How it came about this I do not know. There are many things that my cloak can do that I do not understand. I saw a drow! To my surprise and for a moment I was speechless. He was already a follower of Eilistraee also. Though he did not understand common he knew a few words of elven. It was that moment I realized I have not done much to help her cause. I have been busy trying to help rid the kingdom of some evil. I have a feeling that I will keep on the fight against evil. I just hope that I can someday help a drow see the light. Even if I never meet one and turn it I will not consider my life wasted. There is more to Eilistraee than converting drow. During this night we all found out we each have some talents. Some not to be mentioned in proper company. Still the energetic Sam surprisingly smokes a great deal of my tobacco. I do not mind sharing as I have bought and smoked a great deal of it. I find it funny she got me a wand of wonder. I imagine I would never use such a thing. I hope she did not see much in my gift of the necklace. Though the cloak has brought me much company over the weeks the few weeks with my friends has shown me my need for them. Traveling alone a great distance is not something I can do often. I need people and have found a group that fills this void.

A wierd meeting it was. Everyone with tales to tell of thier vacation. Many with new items that they bought with thier loot. A few even bought some land. I pondered the thought but never liked staying in one place too long. The road I will always call my home. Perhaps someday I will venture back to the land of my people. I look at my comrades here and ponder if I can call any friend. It is intersting the way Sam hangs around. Often I wonder if her carefree attidude and energy is just youth. Perhaps it is something else. I often question her motives. I also look at some of the other members and ponder why they are here. Is the lure of gold that enticing? I know duty keeps some here but how far will duty stretch? I know thier duty and the gold others have will help keep me safe in battle but if I fall will thier duty or lure of the gold beholden them to see me brought back? How far will thier duty take them and where will friendship pick up? I tell myself that if anyone of my comrades fell I would see them brought back. I wonder if I tell that to myself to clear my conscience or if I tell that because I will honestly do that. Self delusion can go so far. I sit and ponder these things at the meeting place and keep getting asked questions. Apperently many wondered if my journey proofed to be wrought with sadness. I try to tell them no but my theme has changed some. I feel I struggle with something inside and keep winning. Will I ever lose this battle? I have not met any giants since my parents death and with the weapon I now possess. I follow a god of acceptance. I should tolerate those who are trying to break from thier heritage. I wish I could but somehow I feel that when I do encounter no words will pass. Will my anger cloud my mind that much? I ponder these things in company of my friends. I call them friends at the end of this in hopes that I can truly call them friends.

With 5 weeks to attempt to achieve peace within myself I found a calling. I decided I would find some giants and attack them. To rid the world of evil giants so others do not suffer that which I have suffered. So in my travels I aquired a sword of giant bane. This magical weapon with a blade of energy will be my tool of vengence. I also found that the journey alone was unbearable. I found a cloak that is quite entertaining. With its abilities to play music and sing it complemented my playing skills and my need for companionship. Also the cloak I find enhanced my abilities in other ways. Also I purchased some powerful magic items to help compensate some of my weaknesses. I slowly made my way back to the meeting place.

With the crash to the ground of the evil dracolich a sigh escaped my lips. Such powerful magic in this room. Preventing me from doing anything useful to the group. To simple cast spells on one person knowing it will fail so they could use the magical energy to throw it at the dragon in a different form. To watch the little halfling who has grown so much in the past few days do a act of courage. Such a thing should be regulated only for books. Suddenly the wieght of the past few days fell and realization and full understanding of what happened hit. I stood there and watched them quickly search the room. Then watched them look for the device of evil that allows the lich to come back. I stood there. Watching the whole scene playing out. Feeling useless. Then comes the looting and the laughter. While smoking my pipe and hauling around some treasure pondering my role with these guys. A few enteraining moments with Sam. Though she seems so young and carefree. Was I ever truly like that. It was then I realized what happened to me. In the moment of battle when I realized I was going to be useless and after Cerevantes died I realized I could die too. The thought of finally joining my parents filled me with joy. The thought of no longer playing in front of a crowd saddened me. So as I smoked my pipe which it appears I do quite often these days I decided I needed to take a more activate role in the right against evil. A short trip though as the anniversary of my parents death was coming up. Figured I would go there and visit being 15 years since that terrible day. Still the past haunts me. I look at this mass of gold and ponder what life would have been like if they were here with me. I look at my collection of useless items and ponder could I give it all up for them. Would I give up everything for them? Would they come back knowing I gave up so much for them. Somehow I doubt they would. It was thier time to join with thier God. It is now my time for my light to shine.

First off this is not a real blog. This is just a diary of my character in a DND game. The world and expierences from his point of view. He is a bard and loves a good tale.